I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 281: Separate Paths, Do You Think I Will Believe It? I Am the Pirate King!

"Come in." Roland put down what he was holding.

Miss Theresa came in and said, "Ms. Belinda and the others are back."

The two of them went out and headed towards the deck.

As Roland passed by the restaurant, he saw many 'Holy Blood Wizards' dining in the restaurant. Some were pouring a blue liquid into wine barrels - it seemed to be the blood of a sea monster.

The Holy Blood Wizard is a vampire, but he is a 'wizard' among vampires.

In other words, the Holy Blood Wizards abandoned the ritual of the First Embrace many, many years ago and adopted the ritual of the Path of Truth.

Hundreds of years ago, the vampires in the East were unified by the Holy Blood Wizards.

There might be some vampires in the secular world, but in the eyes of the Dry Blood wizards, they are all low-level "Muggles". Even if they can perform magic, they are still wild wizards.

They have almost no vampire weaknesses.

I eat like a normal person on a daily basis.

But if he doesn't drink blood, his strength will weaken and he will slowly become an ordinary wizard.

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

It seems that the Holy Blood Wizards had some battles in the past few days and some of them were injured.

Several people had their arms broken. But for the Holy Blood Wizard, these were still minor injuries.

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

After whetting their appetites, the group of guys started drinking and eating, laughing and joking.

Those Holy Blood Wizards with broken limbs drank more blood wine, and the missing body parts melted into sticky blood. After the blood solidified, the limbs grew back.

"I feel so hungry even though I just had dinner."

Roland rubbed his stomach and went to the deck.

Belinda was talking to Vera and others on the deck. When she saw Roland coming over, Mrs. Belinda smiled happily.

It seems that these days are going very smoothly.

Roland smiled and said, "I thought it would take several weeks for you to come back. It seems the fog is much smaller than I thought."

Belinda was slightly stunned when she heard this.

She shook her head and said, "Sir Roland, first of all, it's been two weeks now. Secondly, the opposite is true. The fog is very large. Finally, setting up beacons is different from spreading breadcrumbs. It is a very complex and professional navigation technique."

Roland felt a little embarrassed.

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

This is a remarkable ability. When others cast spells, they do so in a sequential order, but Roland can now divide the spell into many parts, just like downloading something with Thunder, and use his mind to run each part.

This makes Roland equivalent to many people. When using magic, he is faster than dealing cards. Whether using a single spell or multiple spells, he is many times faster than others.

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

But at the same time, there is a side effect. Once he concentrates, his perception of time becomes very blurred.

Even though two weeks had passed, Roland thought only two or three days had passed.

No wonder he'd been feeling so hungry these past few days. Roland couldn't help but rub his stomach. He'd thought he'd eaten three meals a day, but in reality, he'd probably only eaten one!

Belinda told Roland about the signpost.

She actually spoke very clearly about sailing. After listening to her, Roland suddenly understood.

It wasn't that Belinda knew sailing, but she had eaten Dagmar and a lot of three-headed snakes. And once she drank someone's blood, she could see that person's memories.

Fortunately, she had bitten little Roland before, otherwise many of her secrets would have been known to others.

The East Territory is really too complicated. The wizards are weirder than each other. You have to be careful everywhere, which is tiring.

The south is still better.

Although it is more dangerous and more intense, you don't have to be so tired.

The beacons were indeed not breadcrumbs, and Dagmar and his companions had never crossed the entire fog before.

In fact, they just went deeper into the fog and placed signposts in three areas in three directions of the fog.

Each signpost is a small matrix, and each signpost in an area is a small array.

All the signposts in the three areas added together form an array composed of numerous matrices.

Roland thought to himself, "Ha, so they're building a satellite array!"

This sea of ​​fog can indeed make it difficult for people to contact the outside world, and even make it impossible for ships to locate their own positions, but it is not an absolutely silent area.

Otherwise, the wizards on the boat couldn't even communicate with each other using their divine thoughts! Even standing on the boat, they didn't know where they were standing!
To put it bluntly, the pollution level of the Sea of ​​Fog is not very high. It is not a high-risk area, and the chaotic logic is not that serious.

But the macroscopic "shielding" does exist.

A ship cannot locate itself in the vast ocean, but people can locate themselves on the ship.

The existence of the beacon turns this vast sea of ​​fog into a small boat, and then turns the Storm into the people on the boat.

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

Strictly speaking, the Hydra had already partially deciphered the inherent laws of the fog. In other words, all the areas they defined as "low-intensity mysterious areas" on this ocean were already deciphered.

Since the matrix of beacons is only arranged at three nodes of the fog, wizards do not need to go through the entire fog.

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

The larger the fog area and the stronger the pollution, the more beacons are used and the larger the array must be.

It took Belinda and her team two weeks to complete the work.

It can be seen how large the scope of this fog is.

Belinda said, "The ship can't go fast in this fog. And now that the Nexus is gone, if we continue along our original route, at the speed of the spider silk, it will probably take us half a year."

Hearing this, Roland was stunned. This had been going on for too long.

Belinda said, "Listen to me. We don't need to follow the original route. We're not going to the Faun's farm. Let's go west and take another route. In that direction, it will take a month to get out of the fog."

There is an island over there, which is the activity area of ​​the Nagas, and ships from the south often dock here.

Then we can capture some Nagas or build a new ship, and we'll be able to reach the south in no time."

After a pause, Belinda suddenly smiled again: "Actually, there is a most convenient solution - but I'm afraid you won't agree."

Roland said, "Why not? Tell me."

Lady Belinda said, "This boat can't go fast anymore. Relying on the spider web is too slow. The island is not far from here. With me leading you, we'll be there in no time."

After hearing the mistress's suggestion, the surrounding female vampires, including Vera, secretly observed Roland's expression.

Roland's expression stiffened slightly.

He waved his hand, declining the offer.

On the one hand, he was a little bit untrustworthy of this group of Holy Blood Wizards. Although they had lived and died together, wizards always put profit first. If something really happened, it was normal for conflicts to arise.

Secondly, these female fairies drink blood, and they seem to be inexplicably interested in Roland. Since the Blood Castle, these female fairies have been interested in Roland.

This is quite strange. Roland has always had an irresistible charm for some creatures.

When Anna was mad, she wanted to eat him.

The vampires wanted to taste his blood.

Even Saladin thought Roland was suitable to play the role of Saint Lawrence.

This matter is probably inseparable from 'Alayeh'.

Roland's flesh and blood had a strange aura. It was like the reincarnation of a god. Although no one could understand it, they all wanted to taste it. It was as if eating a piece of flesh would grant them immortality.

Roland felt somewhat confident about being on this ship. After all, if anything went wrong, the Spider would be very useful.

So on this ship, Roland dared to get along with these female fairies on an equal footing.

But if he left the ship, Roland would become a bloodbath for the ladies!

Just like what 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 also wanted to read some books and catch sea monsters on the boat.

Seeing that Roland was not going with her, Lady Belinda shook her head and said, "Very well, Roland, we'll go to the island and wait for you. You know, this ship is short of some necessities we need. Sea monsters are something you can only encounter by chance. The children have been thirsty these past few days."

After listening to this, Roland couldn't help but secretly complain. To put it bluntly, the wizards of the Twilight Council were all fucking monsters.

The Blood Wizard is relatively good but still a monster.

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

They wished they could build a pool of blood and soak in it all day long.

Once they go to the south, the south will probably be in trouble.

However, as their own 'Path of Truth' is repaired and perfected, the need will become less and less.

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

It is a collection of the truths of the Styx, the Holy Blood, and the Abyss.

I don't need to drink blood, and of course I am more balanced in walking on this path of truth.

The Holy Blood Wizards may be more inclined towards the direction of 'Holy Blood' on this Path of Truth, but as long as the Path of Truth is perfected, the situation will be different.

Perhaps they are better at gaining strength from blood, and sucking blood can achieve the effect of taking a meditation potion.

But it doesn't have to drink blood like a monster.

Of course, given the nature of these guys, they would definitely want to take a few sips when they have nothing to do. After all, they are already addicted to blood.

But you won’t be so hungry that you won’t be picky about food.

The flesh and blood of mortals would probably never enter their sight again. Even for a monster like Lady Belinda, the blood of saints, angels, unicorns, dragons, and other creatures that are either exceptionally pure or exceptionally powerful, was unattainable.

Let them harm the enemies.

Belinda and her friends 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 reach the island. There, they found sweet priests, delicious southern wizards, and the smooth, tender Naga sea witches.

If you don't want to cause trouble, there is also the market option. You can spend some magic stones to buy some precious blood packs.

Things like magic stones are very expensive in the south.

So, they wanted to leave soon.

Roland suggested dividing the spoils so that they wouldn't be left short of supplies after fighting with others.

How can I describe the things on this ship? They are fat, but not meaty either.

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

There are also few potions!

This group of charlatans relied entirely on faith for their cultivation, and didn't have any meditation potions. Instead, they had plenty of random potions like 'immortality spells' that were particularly useful to mortals.

Fortunately, there are still many combat potions.

There weren't many rare items, with an average of only one for every two or three people, and the alchemy technology for them wasn't very good. The ones the Blood-Withered Wizards used in battle were all the rare items the Three-Headed Snake had.

On the contrary, there are quite a few long swords, hammers and the like with sacred attributes.

As for various goods, there were indeed goods on this slave ship, but they were all sold to the church.

This thing is not suitable for sale in the south, but it can be sold in lawless places like islands.

Lady Belinda originally planned to keep everyone on the ship, after all, Roland would also go to the island later.

But Roland let them take a batch with them, as transporting the goods would take time. Since they were going there first, they should get the job done first. When they came back, they would share the money.

Everyone was busy until noon and had a meal together.

Roland held a simple banquet with his comrades including Lady Belinda, many Holy Blood Wizards, and fugitives, and then they parted ways.

Looking at Belinda and the others disappearing into the mist in the distance, Roland sighed deeply.

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

Roland was too lazy to pay attention to her. He returned to the captain's room to study the beacon information given by Belinda.

After Roland left, Miss Wendysha softly pleaded with Theresa. Theresa didn't dare let her down, but after hesitating for a moment, she still didn't put the rag back into her mouth.

Just like what Miss Wendysha said, it's so uncomfortable.

Now, she is just a poor girl who can't do anything, isn't she?
She is really good at pretending to be pitiful and weak.

The nun was so fooled by her that even Roland didn't notice what she was doing.

A month later, Miss Wendisa was released because she behaved well enough, but her magic power was still imprisoned - Roland even put the shackles of original sin on her.

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

She is indeed very well behaved.

Therefore, Roland did not expect that the current big trouble was caused by the Red Saint.

He was now standing on the deck, scratching his hair while looking at the special compass of the beacon.

"We should have gotten out of the fog by now, so why are we still so far away? This lousy ship is so slow."

Two weeks later, Roland discovered a more serious problem.

I don't know if it's because of a sea monster or a storm, but the signposts on the sea are becoming fewer and fewer.

Judging from the distance he had traveled, he might not be able to get out of the fog before the signposts completely lost their effectiveness.

"Damn, only three days left to go! Should be fine."

Seeing Roland scratching his head, Miss Wendisha beside him suddenly smiled gently, "Dear Sir Roland, you underestimate the navigation skills of the three-headed snakes. The beacon cannot be destroyed by a sea monster, nor can it be disrupted by a storm.

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

On the 176th day after that cousin takes his men away, the signpost will completely lose its function.

Today is the 176th day.”

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

Roland took another look at the nautical chart. He was very sure of the time—according to the Spider's speed and the distance it was traveling, six weeks had just passed.

Miss Wendisa smiled slightly and her smile became more and more intense.

She held out her hand, and then, subtly, the spider silk on the sail shifted, and the boat began to move backward.

Roland stared at Miss Wendy's actions in astonishment and stood there for three full seconds.

He looked at the psychopath in disbelief and said, "You can control this ship too? How do you control the sound?! We're still creaking?!"
Have you been secretly squeaking these days?!
So, I'm also squeaky talking?!
So I didn't catch you secretly controlling the ship with the noise?!

So, I'm driving forward during the day, and you sneak up in the middle of the night and drive backward?!"

The smile on Miss Wendisa's face became more and more intense. She said, "No, to be exact, when you are pooping, or even when you are not paying attention. Hehehehe. Hahahahaha!"

Roland almost fainted from anger.

I'm really fed up with this psychopath!

He pushed the madman away, took out his wand and pointed it at the big sail.

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

Seeing that the Red Saint could still fight him evenly despite being shackled with Original Sin, Roland was stunned for two seconds.

He looked at the handcuffs of the Red Saint in astonishment and found that they were slightly cracked - in the past six months or so, she had been secretly destroying the handcuffs every day!
Now, she has quietly accumulated some magic power.

She shouted amidst wild laughter: "You sinner who deserves to be cut into pieces!
I hate you!
I hate you!
Do you still want to go to the island? Dream on. Let’s rot in the fog forever!

Roland's eyes darkened and he said, "Sister! How many times do you want me to tell you? You are not Lady Wendishah, that Belinda is!"

There is no hatred between us!
I am your rabbi!

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

You are the same as Theresa and the others, we are in the same group!"

Miss Wendysha suddenly stopped and came over to Roland and said, "Do you think I will believe you?

Haha, wuwuwu (mouth covered)~~"

Theresa and others rushed forward, pinned down the psychopath, and put a straitjacket made of spider web on her.

The Red Saint couldn't do anything magical. Roland now had the weakness of Wendy Sand, and his control over her was very strong. Even if she had magic power, Roland could suppress it with a single sigil.

But in the past month and a half... no, in the past six months, Roland's face turned ashen as he looked at the compass in his hand that was gradually losing its guiding light.

While there was still a 'signal', Roland took out the parchment.

(End of this chapter)