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A huge steel battleship hovers next to the same tall tower. Dozens of iron chains or pipes of different thicknesses connect to the side of the battleship. Looking up from the ground, you can see densely packed ant-like humans on it. Shuttle and carry supplies.

On the bow of the ship, the storm bird sculpture, symbolizing thunder and storm, reflects the setting sun and shines in the golden sunset.

This is the Storm Rose, one of the strongest combat forces controlled by the Magic Association. At this moment, this huge whale is quietly docked in the port, carrying out supply operations. There are usually thousands of at least 1,000 people on the Dreadnought-class strategic floating ship. Sailors who master a certain level of magic are required to be able to cruise without supplies for at least six months. In this way, even if the Rainbow Tower suffers a devastating blow, the Dreadnought-class battleship can still cruise deep in the demiplane. , conduct command and counterattack.

It is precisely because of this that every resupply lasts for at least a week, so the crew of the Storm Rose can take a break.

Except for those who take turns guarding those rooms.

Albert is one of them. He was originally a member of the loading team. Their duty is to stuff heavy shells into the barrel. Of course, magic is used instead of brute force. Albert is best at the mage. He also became the team leader of the second loading team.

During the docking period, he would guard outside the vice-captain's room all night for three days, carefully observing any changes in it. Once he discovered anything, he would immediately record it and notify the high council.

In fact, he was not really "staring" at the room, but was monitoring the contents of the room through a monitoring device provided by the high-level council.

On the table in front of Albert, a model made of flowing gravel is particularly conspicuous. This model reflects everything in the vice-captain's room in such detail that as long as Albert has a thought, he can enlarge any detail. , he was even able to read the text in the book spread out on the table by the vice-captain on this model.

Similarly, as long as there is any unusual movement in the room, it will be immediately reflected here, and it can be traced back for a period of time. This magic arranged by His Excellency Herman Braggs makes the deputy captain's room exposed to the environment at all times. Under the observation of the crew on duty.

The sun is setting, and tonight is the last night that Albert will be on duty here. After sunrise tomorrow, he can go back and take a hot bath, put on clean and comfortable clothes, and go to the tavern in the port to have a good drink. one day.

He and the other two people paid close attention to the movements in the vice-captain's room, but just like the people who had been monitoring him for the past month, the things in the room remained motionless and unchanged.

Late at night, Albert couldn't help but yawn. He only took a short nap during the day. The surveillance work for several days made him exhausted. Albert raised his eyes and looked at the other two people. They also looked tired.

It is darkest before dawn, and these few hours before the end of the watch will be the time when they are most relaxed.

Albert really wanted to light a cigarette at this time. Smoking was not allowed on the ship at other times and places except on the deck during sailing. This made a long-time smoker like him feel helpless.

His eyes became a little hazy, and the gravel model that Albert was staring at seemed to have some double images. His eyelids were heavy, as if they would droop in the next moment.

Just when he was half asleep, Albert seemed to see a figure suddenly appear in the model. The figure searched in the room for a while, then picked up the quill on the table, dipped it in ink, and began to write on a piece of sheepskin. What is written on the paper.

Albert just looked at the figure, seemingly forgetting his original purpose.

Then, the cold war of another person around him affected Albert, causing him to come back to his senses and look at everything in the model with horror.

They immediately stood up and looked to the side, peering through the window in the door into the brightly lit vice-captain's room.

However, nothing was seen.

"Am I confused by my sleep?"

Albert was a little confused. He took another look at the model. The figure inside should be gone. Only the quill slowly fell to the ground, which was creepy to see.

After checking the room again, the quill pen was indeed no longer in its original position, and the splashed ink was like blood, spreading out on the ground in bits and pieces.

Albert focused his eyes and looked at the place where the figure was writing in a trance just now. He saw that the model was enlarged, reflecting the appearance of the parchment. It was a picture depicting a bird that only lived in a specific demiplane. The drawing has simple and powerful lines, and a few strokes outline the characteristics of this creature.

However, at this moment, everyone's eyes were not on the bird, but focused on the corner of the picture.

In that place, even through the gravel model, you can see that the wet ink marks formed a messy text, which was a short sentence.

- I am here and it is here.

Everyone was suddenly startled, and Albert felt chills running down his spine. Although there seemed to be nothing in the room now, various legends painted an extremely terrifying picture in his mind.

Vice-captain Paul has no body, only his soul is left, lingering in the room where he lived. He appears on the table, under the bed, and behind everyone. He makes a silent cry and just wants to say something to People show their presence.

Finally, Vice Captain Paul got the chance. He picked up his quill and wrote this sentence.

I am here and it is here.

"I" can understand that this should be Vice Captain Paul's self-proclaimed name. So, who is "it" and where is it?

While thinking, Albert felt horrified. He felt as if there was a breeze blowing behind him, and it was like someone's breath. He didn't dare not turn around, as if he would be pulled into the abyss by some indescribable thing. .

There was obviously a temperature regulating circle in the cabin, and the temperature was pleasant, but cold sweat was already oozing out from Albert's forehead. Where he couldn't see, the darkness was like a huge and ugly monster, as if it was going to swallow them up.

Feeling that the evil and chaotic aura was getting closer and closer, Albert's hair stood on end. Finally, he couldn't help but look back.

But there was nothing there.

There was nothing but the empty cabin corridor, the lights flickering, and the moonlight outside the window, pale and bright.

"Is it really an illusion..."

Albert breathed a long sigh of relief. Just as he was relaxing, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the wall on one side of the corridor from the corner of his eye, where a clearly visible scratch came into Albert's field of vision.

I'm here and it's here!