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"Right full rudder!"

The nimble hull of the Flying Leaf suddenly tilted to the right, and the starboard side was almost sliding against the water. The people who were not standing on the deck fell down, and there were bursts of exclamations from the cabin. Griffith felt that he was about to be thrown off the side of the ship, his left hand almost buckled into the thick handrail, and his right hand hurriedly embraced his companion who had no handrail to grab.

Galadia pushed her companion's outstretched arm lightly on her chest, and flashed gracefully and swiftly on the deck, swaying her tall figure like the most superb actor in a circus, stabilizing her center of gravity, watching Ge. Reeves' face was slapped on the side of the ship.

The clippers at Homonwarts are extremely agile and delicate. In the initial chaotic moment, an invisible breeze supported the fallen passengers, and the hull quickly stabilized.

After a burst of screaming and scolding, freshmen and sailors poured out of the cabin to see if anyone had fallen overboard or was injured. After a while, everyone who was okay gathered on the port deck and looked in the direction indicated by the sailor's lantern.

A vague outline floated lifelessly in the darkness less than 100 meters away from the Flying Leaf.

"It may be a shipwreck. Although it is rare on this channel, it is not surprising." The kind female professor stepped onto the deck and pushed the thick glasses. "Gentlemen of apprentice knights, I need some volunteers and sailors. Board the ship together and search for any passengers in need."

"Yes, Ms. Marianne." Several teaching assistants and associate professors arranged at once.

"I'm going too," Galadia said unexpectedly, "I sensed an ominous aura."

Sonia cast an inquiring look at her apprentice knight, Griffith wiped his nosebleed, and immediately drained the air. The crowd came out: "I had a pick-up battle with the Orcs on the Broken Shore."

"It's enough with me," Rana said, taking out the torch. "The others are here to pick up us and strengthen our vigilance."

The sailors deftly lowered the lifeboats on the Flying Leaf. The two brave sailors jumped up first, followed by Griffith and the other three.

"Light, guide the way of travelers, and let danger and evil escape."

Sonia took the wand from her waist and held it in her hand, softly chanting a light spell. A crystal ball appeared on the top of the exquisite wand, slowly falling towards the boat.Griffith hurriedly stretched out his hand, and the blazing white light ball floated a few centimeters above the palm of his hand, illuminating the surroundings with soft light as his thoughts moved.

Sonia lay on the side of the ship and shouted: "This is the guardian spell. If the surrounding is dangerous, the light ball will flash to warn you..."

At this time, although it had just entered the night, the darkness around was extremely deep and thick.

The sailors rowed, and Griffith and Rana took out the daggers hidden in their boots and stood guard at the bow and stern of the skiff. At the beginning, they could still hear the noises and voices of the freshmen running around on the Flying Leaf, but the boat was only a dozen meters away, and the popularity and voice seemed to be engulfed in the darkness and silence. In the middle, distant and faint, only the solitary boat and the vague shadow of the ship ahead remain.

"One circle first." Griffith pointed to the stern.

The faces of the sailors were a little stiff, with an indescribable solemnity and hesitation. But they still rowed towards the tall stern according to the request of the apprentice knight.

This is a medium-sized passenger ship, which is supposed to commute between port and offshore in terms of style. The sails on the mast were gone, and there were no moving figures on the deck.

In the dark night, on the stern of the tower as high as a tower, you can see the name of the ship -

"Korno" written in white paint.

...

Sailors lit their torches, raised their heads and shouted to the deck. "Is anyone there?"

the sailboat, surrounded by darkness, answered them in dead silence. On the port side there were several tangled ropes and a net for going up and down.

"These riggings are supposed to be tucked away on the deck, and only put down when you leave the boat," said one sailor. "However, I can barely see the boat's lifeboats not down."

"It smells." Jia Radiya moved the tip of her nose slightly, "I can't tell what the smell is, but it's very damp, cold, and a little fishy."

"Where did it come from?"

"Do you think I'm a dog?" the elf complained, "It's everywhere, maybe the water from mopping the floor stinks."

Rana nimbly grabbed the hanging rope and climbed up. Dodged and boarded the deck. He checked a few things first, and then shouted to below:

"Come up, nobody." The

sailors followed. Griffith also climbed up, fixed the lifeboat on the side of the ship, and then stretched out his hand to Galadia who was still climbing up.

The elf girl who has always been light and agile is climbing on the rope net of the boat, looking at the sea and the boat with a vigilant face.

"What's the matter?"

"Well, it should be nothing," Galadia said hesitantly. "I think I saw a rope fall into the sea."

"Is there?"

"Maybe it's an illusion." The

deck was empty . of no one. There were ropes hanging haphazardly from the tall mast, and there was no trace of the sail anywhere. The cockpit on the rear deck was pitch black. Logically speaking, even if the whole ship rested, there should be sailors on duty there.

"Anyone?" shouted one of the sailors.

The silent darkness continued to watch them in silence.

The elf girl closed her eyes and turned her head slightly, her long pointed ears twitched, as if listening to the movement in the dark. After a moment, she opened her eyes and shook her head. "I didn't find anything."

"How about we split in two? Galadia and I went to check out the captain's cab and the wheelhouse," Griffith said. "Rana and These gentlemen check the first cabin below deck, don't go too deep."

"Only the first floor?" Rana asked, but immediately nodded in agreement, "Okay, then the first floor, whatever happens in ten minutes Didn't realize we were all going back here to meet."

Soon Rana and the sailors disappeared into the darkness around the corner.

"Maybe the crew escaped," Griffith nodded to the elf girl beside him. "The hull is slightly damaged but not serious. The crew and passengers should have sufficient time to leave records or explain before abandoning the ship."

"Yeah." Galadia replied simply, and then quietly followed the apprentice knight and walked towards the upper cabin. Her usual longbow and dual swords were not carried due to school rules, only a wand was held in her hand.The little ball of light created by Sonia floats ahead like a firefly, and when encountering dark aisles and corners, it will automatically hover there to illuminate the road without even using Griffith's control.

The three-masted sailboat is steered from the uppermost cabin on the rear deck. There are huge portholes in the wall panels, barely blocking the rain and direct sunlight, but also taking into account the view.

The evening breeze from the narrow sea blew into the cockpit from the window. Flying Leaf's lights flickered in the distance like a ghost. Several tables and chairs are neatly arranged in the cab, with teacups and voyage charts fastened to them.

"The Kono, a regular sailing ship from Odessa to Sevasto with a crew of 30 and 160 passengers, set out from the port two days ago," Galadia lit the course beside the rudder with a torch. Planning sheet, "The last entry in the logbook was the night of the sailing day. They strayed far from their course."

Griffith opened a few teapots beside the seats. These scented teas were used to refresh the night sailing, and they only drank a little bit. Judging from the consumption, it was estimated that the crew left before midnight.

There is neither crew nor more clues here. Since the wheelhouse is a semi-open area, the rain and sea breeze make it unsuitable for data storage. The logbook and the captain's record can only be found in the captain's cabin on the lower level.

The two left the cockpit and walked down the escalator to the captain's cabin downstairs. The lingering damp breath also began to thicken.

Griffith was surprised to find that if he was close to Sonia's small light ball, he would feel that the damp and dignified atmosphere in the air would also be blocked by the faint light, and a warm and soft pleasure would arise spontaneously from the bottom of his heart.

"Griffith!" The elf girl suddenly reminded softly, "There is damage on the handrail." The

apprentice knight lit the fire and found a deep chisel on the wooden handrail instructed by Galadia.

"It was split with an axe," Galadia leaned down to observe the chisel mark, "It seems that this is the same mark."

"If they encounter pirates," said Griffith, holding the torches to check around, "the battle marks will be numerous, and the decks won't be so clean. Did you find any blood?"

"No," Galadia shook her head. He opened the door of the captain's room, "Look, the cabin door of the captain's room is not damaged, it doesn't look like it was attacked by pirates or mutant creatures. It can always be done by closing the door."

Tranquility Sea is the inner sea of ​​the kingdom. There are also naval warships roaming offshore. An attacked passenger vessel would have to hold out for a while and sound the alarm and be backed up within hours.

There was no one in the captain's room. There was a row of crossbows hanging from the wall, and it was obvious that their owner was a vigilant guy on weekdays, and he hadn't used them until he left.

"There's a gouge on the floor," Galadia crouched down on her knees, examining the cabin floor. "The gouge is very shallow."

"It's normal for a boat to have a little scratch and break. Let's see Nautical diary," Griffith shrugged, picking up a journal from the table.

"Captain Kono, Jace Kono's Voyage Diary, August 27."

"At 3 p.m. on August 27, the Kono departed from Odessa with a full load of cargo and 160 passengers for Sevasto. According to the port The astrologer reports that we will experience gusts and small waves during our journey.

"At 7pm I entertained the first class ladies and gentlemen in the cabin.

"Today's salmon was not fresh. I have written down the comments of the gentlemen, and made a claim to Narrow Seas Sailing Catering Company after returning to port.

"At 9 pm, the hull was hit. I immediately took someone to inspect the bilge, and there was no damage. The bottom of the sea is very flat and safe in this area, and we may have hit a whale.

"At 9:45 p.m., several guests in the second-class cabin complained that their dogs could not be found. This happens often, and I asked the second mate to comfort them. Everyone knows that those beasts are at risk of jumping into the sea.

"At 10.15pm, the second class cabin reported that a woman and a child were missing, and I had launched a ship-wide search.

"At 10.40pm, my second mate and the bosun were gone, and they were about to be searched when they were last seen. The cargo hold, it is said that there is a terrifying strange noise. " This

concludes Captain Jace Conor's voyage diary.

The diary and other papers are neatly tucked away in the corner of the desk, and apparently the captain still feels that everything is under control after taking the last line. It was he who was trying to keep his composure and composure.

"We need to inform Rana and Hiya quickly," Galadia took out an emergency whistle and blew it hard on her lips.

The sharp whistle pierced The silence was broken. Griffith noticed that the lights on the Flying Leaf not far away were also messed up.

"What happened? "Lana, who was in charge of searching the first level below the deck, rushed back.

"Connor was attacked, probably from the cargo hold on the lower deck. It is not safe for you to continue searching there," Griffith said. "We immediately Go back to the Flying Leaf. "

"Aren't you going to check again?" "A few sailors with Lana, look at me, I'll look at you." Maybe there are passengers hiding in the lower cabin. Galadia

nodded as well, looking at Griffith with inquiring eyes.

"Maybe yes, but the enemy who attacked the Kono may also be hiding in the bottom bin," Griffith said. I don't want to rush to explore there until I'm ready; on the other hand, if we bring too much power here, it will damage the Flying Leaf's guard. "

At this time, a small boat was already approaching on the Flying Leaf.

"What happened?" Ophelia and Medenmaia stood in the boat, shouting while they were on guard, "What about the crew and passengers?" "

"The Cono has been attacked, the sailors and passengers are missing," Griffiths stopped the two Cytorals who wanted to climb the ship's side to support, "We didn't have a full search, the passengers or the danger of attacking them may be It's still hidden at the bottom of the ship, and it may leave. It doesn't matter, now we all go back to the Flying Leaf, drag Cono with a rope to a safe area and check it again."

"How about that?"

"There may be survivors in the cabin. "

The attacker may still be on board!" shouted the

sailors, Galadia and Ophelia, who strongly disagreed with Griffith. Rana and Medenmaia did not participate in the conversation, and their eyes were turned to the back of everyone and the darkness nearby to prevent danger there.

"Otherwise? Are you going to use the manpower on hand to explore the lower cabins in several teams, and be killed one by one in the unfamiliar environment and darkness?" Griffith shook his head and said, "This is not far from the coast of the Whispering Forest. Far away, the sailors and passengers may be attacked by some kind of monster we don’t know about. There are only a few professors and teaching assistants on the Flying Leaf, and except for them and the apprentice knights, the others have no experience in fighting mutant creatures.

” Filia and the sailors were shaken. They looked around at the thick darkness, and finally began to fasten the ropes to the Kono.

"But~ we only checked the first cabin," Galadia bit her lip and said, looking at Griffith, "the passengers may be hiding in the lower cabin, unable to call for help or injured..."

"Maybe ," Griffith patted the elf girl on the shoulder, "but the reality is that we have to make trade-offs. The people on the Flying Leaf are just as important as the passengers on the Conor.

" ropes are fastened. The other end of the rope was fastened to the stern of the Flying Leaf to ensure it could be towed.

After completing the work, Griffith immediately urged everyone who was still hesitating to return to the Flying Leaf.

After listening to Griffith's brief report, Ms. Marian looked at the diary of the captain of the Connor, which she brought back, and pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose with a dignified expression: "I hope we made the right choice. Notify the captain. , speeding back to Homonwarts. From now on, Thutoral, I need you to be on duty and not miss a single sign of anomalies. Boys, I need some volunteers to step up patrolling the cabins, in groups of two. "

Yes, ma'am."

The apprentice knights present gave orders in unison.

"We need weapons," Iseus said. "We only have wands, and Cytolar didn't bring any weapons."

Several brave freshmen also stood up. They gestured with a wand that might not be of much use, feeling that it wasn't as useful as a stick.

Ms. Marianne pushed her glasses, her face was silent and solemn: "It seems that it is necessary to allow some necessary weapons to be added to the checked luggage."

"We have." Ophelia raised her hand and said.

"What..."

Under the gaze of the provost and the freshmen,Griffith took off his jacket, revealing the cold gleaming mail, daggers and throwing knives.

The other apprentice knights conjured daggers and short swords from their coats, boots, and luggage compartments.

"The admission notice should have stated that weapons are not allowed," Ms. Marianne sighed, her eyes suddenly widened, "Wait, Miss Ishtar, how can you bring such a dangerous thing up?

" Filia opened the box containing the cello, took out the tip of the longbow, the bowstring, the shaft with the arrow removed, and the sharp arrowhead, and assembled it deftly:

"The school rules do not prohibit me from carrying bent sticks, tendons and iron crafts~”

Ms. Marianne was at a loss for words, and suddenly she found that Rana opened Fiona's bag and took out something strange from the mezzanine: "Let, please explain what this is?"

"Dear ma'am," Rana looked at Fiona, covering her eyes, replied seriously, "These are two wooden sticks and a crushed iron block."