Frowning, Lucid shook his head and said:

"There may be something on my boat..."

"Oh? How to say?"

Roselle raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"Uh……"

After a pause, Lucid gave a rough explanation of the situation on his ship, and smiled bitterly:

"As long as the "instigation" is lifted, the pirates are afraid they will fry the pot..."

"Hurt, I thought it was a big deal."

But after seeing Roselle glance at her, he smiled nonchalantly:

"In this way, how about I send a team of guards over to help you calm down?"

"..."

Frowning, Lucid couldn't help but hesitate.

"Harmful……"

Seeing her appearance, Russell made a spit out impatiently:

"Mother-in-law, it's really not like..."

After a pause, he seemed to be aware of something, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly and said:

"Well, let the pirates come to the "Black Throne" and I will send them to Port Mill."

"..."

Helpless, Lucid nodded:

"All right, I'll go back and make arrangements."

"Ha ha……"

Russell grinned and said:

"Go and come back quickly, I will prepare a grand dinner for you."

"Tsk..."

Shaking his head, Lucid smacked his tongue secretly.

In this era, unlike the previous life, it is not so easy to hold a banquet at sea, and now I am afraid that only the "Black Throne" can do this.

Shaking her head, she stopped thinking about it, turned and left the "Black Throne", and returned to the ship to make arrangements.

Under the clear sky and blue sky, all together were so calm, even the rough seas in the past seemed so calm.

After a short while, Lucid led the sailors on board the behemoth at sea.

Roselle, who was standing on the high platform, slightly cocked his mouth after seeing this scene, smiled and ordered:

"Green, sail!"

"..."

Vaguely, Lucid had a hazy feeling.

What is happening seems to have some dangers that I have overlooked.

Frowning, she thought to herself.

"Hi! What do you think of my "Black Throne"! We are going to travel in the "Spirit World"!"

There was Roselle's slightly rustling voice again in his ears, causing Lucid to raise his head in a daze.

What caught my eye was another scene.

The "Black Throne" has changed and turned into a completely different appearance from just now.

Everything that comes into view has also become hazy, giving people a feeling of illusion and unreality.

Going down, you can even vaguely see the unfathomable sea under the boat, which is quite magical.

"this……"

Staring wide, Lucid looked around curiously.

Although she is no stranger to "spiritual travel", the way that "Black Throne" makes "travel" looks quite different.

Everything became more illusory, and even Lucid's own body began to blur.

This feeling was very strange, and she couldn't help but sigh the weirdness of the "secret" world.

"Hahaha……"

Seeing this, Roselle couldn't help but laugh:

"Ready, let's go! Green, let's go to Damir Port!"

That indescribable sense of distortion reappeared.

Frowning, Lucid murmured thoughtfully:

"Green..."

Suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, she thought of a blind spot that she had forgotten.

Green!

If she remembers correctly, this one of Roselle's "Four Horsemen" seems to have died on that strange island as early as the first time he landed on the island.

At the thought of this, Lucid couldn't help but feel chills in his back.

If you guessed it correctly...Roseel now should have been to that nameless island!

So... how could there be such a person as Green?

"Grumbling."

After swallowing, Lucid trembled slightly.

This is not right!

And while she was thinking, the surroundings of the "Black Throne" slowly became more and more distorted.

The sea surface, the blue sky, and the boat all become more unrealistic, the blue is bluer, the black is blacker, the red is redder...

Everything around here seems to be transformed into a super large oil painting, which is jaw-dropping.

Suddenly, the "Black Throne" began to move.

It seems to be driving into the painting, deepening and blending with this rich color, forcibly "squeezing" into the "oil painting world".

There was a flower in front of Lucid's eyes, and he only felt that the surrounding area became colorful in an instant. Only then did he realize that he had entered the "spiritual realm".

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, except for my own slight heartbeat and breathing, as if all other external sounds were blocked.

Glancing at Roselle, who was still standing on the high platform, she couldn't help feeling suspicious.

"Damn...what the **** is going on?"

Lucid was anxious, but he didn't know what to do.

The current situation seems to have become more convoluted and unpredictable.

At this moment, Roselle is not a weak chicken without the power to bind a chicken. He who has a demigod personality will really be affected by ignorance?

His spine was cold, and Lucid only felt that behind him there seemed to be a terrifying beast with teeth and claws, and he was about to swallow him with a mouthful of blood.

"brush……"

But at this moment, the surroundings suddenly changed.

Lucid only felt that his eyes lit up, and there was a looming light.

Not only that, but gradually all kinds of noisy voices sounded in her ears.

These slight voices that were accustomed in the past are inexplicably abrupt and noisy at this moment, and there is quite a sense of unsuitable contrast.

At the same time, the richly colored "oil painting world" quickly faded away, gradually dimmed, reorganized, and turned into another scene.

A rather desolate and primitive island appeared in front of Lucid's eyes.

The island was lush and green, and it looked alive, but in her eyes, there was a distorted sense of disobedience.

Obviously, this is not the so-called "Damil Port".

"Grumbling~lightnovelpub.net~ trembling all over, Lucid swallowed.

An island.

The island of terror.

Her back was cold, and she naturally remembered that horrible place.

Although the shadows of the island trees are in front of you, the white sandy beach looks pretty good...

But instinct told her that this place is not that simple.

Lucid raised his head stiffly and looked at Roselle who was standing on the high platform.

But what came into view was the painful look of Russell holding his head.

"Grumbling."

After swallowing, Lucid became more nervous, but after thinking about it, his frowning eyebrows slack a little bit.