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"Please come in." Roland put down what he was holding.

Miss Theresa walked in and said, "Lady Belinda and the others have returned."

The two went out the door and headed towards the deck.

Passing by the dining hall, Roland saw many 'Saint Blood Witches' dining. Some were pouring a blue liquid into the wine barrels—it seemed to be sea monster blood.

Saint Blood Witches are vampires, but they are 'witches' among vampires.

Or rather, the Saint Blood Witches had long ago abandoned the 'Embrace' ritual and adopted the rituals of the 'Path of Truth'.

And several hundred years ago, the vampires of the Eastern Territory had already been unified by the Saint Blood Witches.

Perhaps there are also some secular vampires, but in the eyes of the Dry Blood Witches, they are all low-level 'Muggles'. Even if they know magic, they are wild witches.

They have almost none of the weaknesses that vampires should have.

They usually eat like normal people.

It's just that if they don't drink blood, their strength will weaken, slowly weakening into ordinary wizards.

They are better at drawing power from blood, which is a shortcut for their cultivation. Drinking blood can achieve the effect of taking meditation potions.

It seemed that the Saint Blood Witches had had some battles in the past few days, and some of them were slightly injured.

Several people's arms were broken. But for the Saint Blood Witches, it was still a minor injury.

The nuns contributed 'Corrupted Saint Blood' wine, and the Saint Blood Witches were adding sea monster blood to it.

After adjusting the taste, these guys happily drank wine and ate.

Those Saint Blood Witches with broken arms and legs drank more blood wine, and the missing parts of their bodies melted into viscous blood. After the blood solidified, their hands and feet grew back.

'I always feel hungry. I clearly just ate.'

Roland rubbed his stomach and went to the deck.

Belinda was talking to Vera and others on the deck. Seeing Roland coming over, Lady Belinda showed a pleasant smile.

It seemed that these past few days had been very smooth.

Roland smiled and said, "I thought you would be back in a few weeks. It seems that the range of the mist is much smaller than I thought?"

Belinda was slightly taken aback.

She shook her head and said, "Lord Roland, firstly, two weeks have already passed. Secondly, the opposite is true, the range of the mist is very large. Finally, establishing a beacon is not the same as scattering breadcrumbs. It is a very complex and professional navigation technique."

Roland felt a little embarrassed.

Ever since he was in Straw Town, he had gained a hidden talent—his mental power had changed from single-threaded to multi-threaded.

This is a very remarkable ability. When others use spells, they follow a linear path, but Roland can now split the spell into many parts, like downloading things with Xunlei, with each part of his mind running one piece.

This makes Roland equivalent to several people. He uses magic faster than dealing cards. Whether using a single spell or multi-casting, he is many times faster than others.

He can even focus on doing many things at the same time.

But similarly, there is also a side effect. That is, once he focuses, his perception of time becomes very blurred.

Two weeks had clearly passed, but Roland thought it had been two to three days.

No wonder he always felt hungry these past few days. Roland couldn't help but rub his stomach. He thought he had eaten three meals a day, but in reality, he might have only eaten one!

Belinda told Roland about the beacon.

She was actually talking about navigation in a very knowledgeable manner. After listening, Roland suddenly understood.

It wasn't that Belinda understood navigation, but that she had eaten Dagma, eaten a lot of three-headed snakes. As long as she had drunk someone's blood, she could see that person's memories.

Fortunately, she bit Little Roland before, otherwise many of his secrets would have been revealed.

The Eastern Territory is too competitive. The wizards are stranger than the last, and you have to be careful everywhere. It's tiring.

The South is better.

Although it's more dangerous and intense, it's not so tiring.

Establishing a beacon is indeed not scattering breadcrumbs. Dagma and the others had not crossed the entire mist before.

In fact, they had only penetrated the mist and placed beacons in three areas in the three directions of the mist.

Each beacon is a small matrix, and the beacons in each area are small arrays.

All the beacons in the three areas together form an array composed of many, many matrices.

Roland thought to himself: 'Ha, so it's establishing a satellite array!'

The Sea of Mist can indeed make it difficult to contact the outside world, and even prevent ships from locating their position, but it is not an absolutely silent area.

Otherwise, wizards wouldn't be able to communicate with their divine sense on the ship! They wouldn't even know what the position under their feet was when standing on the ship!

To put it bluntly, the pollution level of the Sea of Mist is not deep. It is not a high-risk area, and the chaotic logic is not that serious.

But the macroscopic 'shielding' does exist.

Ships cannot locate their position in this vast sea, but people can locate their position on the ship.

The existence of beacons is to turn this large Sea of Mist into a small boat, and then turn the Stormwind into the person on the boat.

In this way, the Stormwind can find its position like a person standing on a boat.

Strictly speaking, the Hydra have already deciphered a part of the inherent laws of the mist. Or rather, in this sea, all the places that they define as 'low-intensity mysterious areas' have been deciphered.

Since the matrix of beacons is only arranged at three nodes of the mist, the wizards do not need to cross the entire mist.

However, the number of beacons and the range of the beacon array are related to the range and pollution level of the mist.

The larger the range of the mist and the stronger the pollution, the more beacons are used, and the larger the range of the array must be.

Belinda and the others took a full two weeks to complete the work.

It can be seen how large the range of this mist is.

Belinda said, "In this mist, the ship can't sail fast. Now that there is no magic hub on the ship, if we follow the original route, it will take half a year to get out of here at the speed of the spider silk."

Hearing this, Roland was dumbfounded. This was too long.

Belinda said, "Listen to me continue. We don't need to follow the original route. We are not going to the Shepherd God's farm. Going west, we will go to another route. In that direction, it will take a month to get out of the mist.

There is an island there, which is the activity area of the Naga, and Southern ships often dock here.

When the time comes, we will catch some Naga, or get a new ship, and then it won't be long before we can get to the South."

After a pause, Belinda suddenly smiled again: "Actually, there is an even more convenient solution—but you probably won't be willing."

Roland said, "Why wouldn't I be willing? Tell me about it."

Lady Belinda said, "This ship can't sail fast anymore. Relying on the spider web is too slow. That island is not far from here. With me taking you, it won't be long before we get there."

Hearing the Matriarch's suggestion, the surrounding female vampires, such as Vera, secretly observed Roland's expression.

Roland's expression couldn't help but stiffen slightly.

He waved his hand and politely declined the proposal.

On the one hand, he didn't quite trust this group of Saint Blood Witches. Although everyone had shared life and death, wizards always put profit first. It's normal for conflicts to arise if something happens.

Secondly, these succubi drink blood and seem to be inexplicably interested in Roland. Since Dry Blood Fort, these succubi have been interested in Roland.

This matter is quite strange. Roland has always had an irresistible attraction to certain creatures.

Anna wanted to eat him when she was going crazy.

The vampires wanted to taste his blood.

And even Saladin believed that Roland was suitable for playing 'Saint Lawrence'.

This matter is probably inseparable from 'Aleya'.

The flesh and blood on Roland's body has a strange aura. It's like a god reincarnated. Although everyone doesn't understand it, they all want to taste it. It's as if eating a bite of meat can make you live forever.

If he was on this ship, Roland would still have some confidence. After all, if something happened, the 'Spider' would be very useful.

So on this ship, Roland dared to get along with this group of succubi on an equal footing.

But if he left the ship, Roland would become the blood bag of the ladies!

Just as Lady Belinda said just now—we really won't harm you. But do you dare to go with us?

Roland was obviously unwilling.

Moreover, he still wanted to read books and catch sea monsters on the ship.

Seeing that Roland didn't plan to go with her, Lady Belinda shook her head and said, "Alright then, Roland, we will go to the island and wait for you first. You know, this ship lacks some of our necessary supplies. Sea monsters are hard to come by. These past few days, the children have been parched."

After hearing this, Roland couldn't help but complain a few times in his heart.

To put it bluntly, the wizards of the Twilight Council are all monsters.

The Dry Blood Witches are still good, but they are still monsters.

Their demand for blood is greater than that of vampires, and they are even more picky—especially that kind of sacred blood, especially the blood of those priests.

They can't wait to build a blood pool and soak in it all day long.

When they go to the South, the South is probably going to suffer.

However, as their own 'Path of Truth' is repaired and improved, the demand will become smaller and smaller.

After all, the 'Shepherdess of Black Saint Blood' is not the 'Path of Dry Blood'.

It is a collection of the truths of the River Styx, Saint Blood, and the Black Abyss.

I don't need to drink blood myself, of course, because I'm walking a relatively balanced path on this Path of Truth.

Holy Blood Warlocks on this Path of Truth might lean more towards the 'Holy Blood' direction, but once the Path of Truth is perfected, the situation will be different.

Perhaps they can become more adept at gaining power from blood, and blood-drinking can achieve the effect of taking meditation potions.

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But they won't have to drink blood like monsters.

Of course, with the nature of this group of guys, they will definitely want to take a couple of sips when they have nothing to do, after all, they are already addicted to blood.

But they won't be indiscriminate eaters.

The flesh and blood of mortals may no longer enter their sights. They need blood from god officials. Even for big monsters like Mrs. Belinda, they need blood from saints, angels, unicorns, dragon blood, or other exceptionally pure or exceptionally powerful creatures.

Let them go and harm that group of enemies.

Belinda and the others were afraid that if they followed the ship, they wouldn't encounter any sea monsters for a month. So they wanted to set off as soon as possible and go to the island as soon as possible. There are sweet god officials, delicious Southern Warlocks, and smooth Naga sea witches there.

If you don't want to cause trouble, there are also markets to choose from, where you can buy some precious blood packs by spending some magic stones.

Magic stones are very expensive in the South.

So, they want to leave in a while.

Roland suggested dividing the spoils of war to avoid them fighting with people over there and lacking things on hand.

As for the things on this ship, how should I put it? It's very rich, but also not very rich.

The main thing is that the three-headed snakes don't have any magic stones on them, it's all gold and silver.

There are also few magic potions!

This group of religious fanatics relies entirely on faith for cultivation, and they don't have any meditation magic potions. On the contrary, there are many 'longevity techniques' and other messy magic potions that are especially useful to mortals.

Fortunately, there are still many combat potions.

There are not many oddities. On average, there is only one for every two or three people. The oddity alchemy technology is also not very good. Those used by the Bloodless Warlocks when fighting are all the oddities of the three-headed snakes.

On the contrary, there are many long swords and maces with sacred attributes.

As for the various goods, this slave ship does have goods, but they are all sold to the church.

This thing is not suitable for sale in the South, but it can be sold in a place like the island where no one cares.

Mrs. Belinda originally planned to leave everything on the ship, after all, Roland would also go to the island later.

But Roland asked them to take a batch away, after all, it would take time to sell the goods. Since they are going there first, they should get things done first. When they come back, everyone will share the money together.

Everyone was busy until noon and had a meal together.

Roland had a simple banquet with Mrs. Belinda, many Holy Blood Warlocks, and the fugitives... these comrades-in-arms, and then they separated.

Looking at the figures of Belinda and others disappearing into the mist in the distance, Roland sighed a lot.

A sneer came from behind, it was the Red Saint. She was still hanging on the mast. Theresa was feeding her.

Roland didn't bother to pay attention to her. He returned to the captain's room to study the beacon information given by Belinda.

After Roland left, 'Miss Wendy Shaw' softly begged Theresa. Theresa didn't dare to let her down, but after hesitating for a while, she still didn't put the rag back into her mouth.

Just like what Miss Wendy Shaw said, it was too uncomfortable.

She is now just a pitiful girl who can't do anything, isn't she?

She is really too good at pretending to be pitiful, and too good at pretending to be weak.

The nun was fooled around by her, and even Roland didn't notice what tricks she was playing.

A month later, Miss Wendy Shaw was released because she behaved well enough. It's just that the magic power on her body is still imprisoned - Roland even put the shackles of original sin on her.

In this month, Roland took her wherever he went, and kept a close eye on her.

She was indeed very well-behaved.

Therefore, Roland didn't expect that the current big trouble was caused by the Red Saint.

He is now standing on the deck, scratching his head while looking at the compass dedicated to the beacon.

"It should be out of the mist, why is there still such a long distance? This broken ship is too slow."

Two weeks later, Roland discovered an even more serious problem.

Whether it was because of sea monsters or storms. There are fewer and fewer beacons on the sea.

Judging from the journey, he may not be able to get out of this mist before the beacon completely loses its effect.

"Damn it, there are still three days left! It should be fine..."

Looking at Roland scratching his head, Miss Wendy Shaw suddenly smiled gently: "Dear Lord Roland, you underestimate the three-headed snakes' navigation skills a bit too much. Beacons cannot be damaged by sea monsters, nor can they be messed up by storms.

But the magic stones on them can normally only support them for half a year. To be precise, according to Mr. Dagmar's memory, the specific time is 176 days.

On the 176th day after that bitch took people away, the beacon will completely lose its effect.

Today is the 176th day."

Roland said: "What nonsense are you talking about? It's only been six weeks."

Saying that, Roland looked at the sea chart again, he was very sure of this time - at the speed of the Spider and the current distance traveled, it has just been six weeks.

Miss Wendy Shaw smiled slightly, and the smile became more and more intense.

She stretched out her hand, and then, subtle changes appeared in the spider silk on the sails, and the ship began to move backwards.

Roland looked at 'Miss Wendy Shaw's' operation in astonishment, and was stunned in place for a full three seconds.

He looked at this psychopath in disbelief and said: "You can also control this ship? What method did you use to control the sound?! Are we still squeaking?!

These days, you have been secretly squeaking?!

So, I'm also squeaking when I speak?!

Therefore, I didn't notice that you secretly controlled the ship with noise?!

So, I drive forward during the day, and you sneak up in the middle of the night to drive backwards?!"

The smile on Miss Wendy Shaw's face became more and more intense, she said: "No, to be precise, when you are shitting, or even when you just don't pay attention... Hehehehehe!"

Roland almost fainted from anger.

I am really convinced by this lunatic!

He pushed away the lunatic, took out his magic wand and pointed it at the mainsail.

The Red Saint also hurriedly stretched out her hands and pointed at the mainsail with all her strength.

Seeing that the Red Saint was able to compete with him even with the shackles of original sin, Roland couldn't help but froze for two seconds.

He looked at the Red Saint's handcuffs in astonishment, and found that they had already cracked slightly - in the past half a year, she had been secretly destroying the shackles every day!

Now, she has quietly accumulated some magic power.

She shouted in wild laughter: "You sinner who should be cut into pieces!

I hate you!

I hate you to death!

You still want to go to the island? Keep dreaming... Let's rot in the mist forever together!"

Roland's eyes darkened and said: "Sister! How many times do you want me to say it? You are not Mrs. Wendy Shaw, that Belinda is!

We two have no grudges!

I am your Rabbi!

I picked you up from the Black Forest of the Black Abyss Academy!

You and Theresa are the same, we are a group!"

Miss Wendy Shaw suddenly stopped her movements, she leaned over and said to Roland: "Do you think I will believe it?

Haha, ooh ooh ooh (mouth is covered)~~"

Theresa and others swarmed up, pressed down the psychopath, and then put on her a straitjacket woven with spider webs.

The Red Saint couldn't do anything evil at all. Roland now has 'Wendy Shaw's' weakness, and his control over her is very strong. Even if she has magic power, Roland will cast a magic seal on her, and the magic power on her body will be imprisoned.

But for this month and a half... No, for the past half a year, Roland looked at the compass in his hand that was gradually losing the beacon's guidance, and his face turned ashen.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was still a 'signal', Roland took out the parchment.