Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 162 Sailor Corpse
"A small island near the maelstrom," Khalil showed a look of unbearable memories, shivering, and quickly drank a few sips of rum to suppress his shock.

"Where's Sheriff Holland Coleman?" Carl sipped the amber rum, but the wine in the glass hardly diminished.

"Holan Kullman? We are just a cooperative relationship, and we haven't the consciousness to risk our lives for strangers."

"Mr. Master, may I ask you a question?"

"My name is Carl, Carl Star," Carl raised his glass and replied, "What's the question?"

"Do you know that?"

"Which one?"

"It's a spell that can summon fresh water out of thin air."

"Water making."

The brilliance of the arcane flashed through Karl's hands, and a basin full of clear water appeared at the feet of the two. The clear water became rippling with the shaking of the sailboat.

"This is it!"

Khalil drank all the rum in the wine glass in one breath, filled a full glass of water, and drank it in front of Carl.

"Mr. Carl, this is it. Can you provide us with such a basin of fresh water every day? We are willing to pay five times the price!"

"Okay," Carl waved his hand and continued, "Forget about the money, it's just a matter of little effort."

"Thank you!"

Khalil excitedly called a sailor, and after admonishing him, carefully sent the clear water into the cabin.

"Great, I finally don't have to drink the stinky dirty water in the cabin!

A moment later, a scream came from the cabin, and then I saw the sailor go back and forth, holding the water basin that Karl summoned in his hand, but the clear water in the basin disappeared.

Fool!waste!Retarded! "Halil's nose was crooked in anger, and he scolded the sailor all over his head and face. The fresh water he had so hard to beg for disappeared just like that. Depressed, Khalil wished he could kill this clumsy sailor.

The nautical travel in Azeroth is somewhat similar to the age of great voyages. When there is no mage who can use the water-making technique, life will be very difficult.

It is simply impossible to find fresh water in the vast sea, but this is not difficult for the sailors of Azeroth. After thousands of years of familiarity with the sea, they have explored the waterway, and there will be water in many parts of the waterway. Small islands with fresh water can allow ships to replenish fresh water, which not only solves the problem of fresh water, but also enables cross-sea voyages.

Although the problem of fresh water has been solved, it is not easy to store this fresh water. Sailors can only store fresh water in the most primitive way, find the place with the lowest temperature in the ship, and try to find the next water source before the stored water breaks down.

And Karl's existence just solved the problem of fresh water in the sailboat, which is why Khalil is so grateful.

"It's not good," the sailor said to Khalil in shock: "Captain Khalil Torrance, down...down..."

"What's going on down here?"

"Someone is dead below!"

Karl and Khalil Torrance followed the panicked sailors into the cabin of the sailboat.

The originally empty cabin was already filled with smuggled goods, and hammocks were scattered in the corners not occupied by the goods. In order to get more smuggled goods, the sailors had to compress their space.

Soon a few people came to the corner of the cabin, directly below the captain's cabin, a sailor's body was lying on the ground, blood filled under his body, dyed the clothes on one side deep red, and the faint smell of blood was in the air. Floating in the air.

There was a pool of water not far from the corpse, which should be fresh water spilled by the sailors in a hurry.

"Milson?"

"It's a man from Kul Tiras, a kind sailor," Khalil explained aloud looking at Carl's puzzled gaze.

"Who was on duty yesterday?"

"Dax."

"Dax!" the acting captain Khalil yelled, causing Karl's ears to ring.

Soon, a strong sailor came down from the deck. The man was tall and burly, and he could only walk into the cabin with his head down.

With a height of more than 2 meters, Karl seemed to be facing an ogre. The clothes on his body could not cover the sharp muscles on his body, but the face of such a strong man was a bit simple and honest.

When Khalil asked about the corpse on the ground, he scratched his head naively, and said in a low voice, "I don't know either, I haven't seen him this morning."

Soon, the body of the dead sailor Milson was placed on the table in the captain's cabin, and Khalil sat beside him with a sad face, sighing incessantly.

"Milson, one of the sailors of the galleon, is from Kul Tiras," Cowley stood on the stool, recording the information on the parchment.

"He has an easy-going personality, and he can even be said to be a good old man. He is enthusiastic about his friends and has a good relationship with the sailors."

"Cause of death?" Carl put his hands together on the table, stared at the corpse in front of him, and asked without raising his head.

"The heart was attacked, it stopped beating, and he bled to death."

"The murder weapon is presumed to be a short weapon," Cowley took out a dagger, gestured at the wound, and said, "It is very accurate, and killed with one blow."

"From the perspective of strength, it is speculated that the murderer should be a male."

Carl rolled his eyes, this is nonsense, there is no woman on the Revenge, and the murderer is of course a man.

Sailing in Azeroth is still very traditional, and no women will be brought on board.

People think that sailing with a woman will bring misfortune to the itinerary, which is downright discriminatory.

"There are no traces around the body, and no useful clues have been found."

"Have you found the murder weapon?"

"No, it's too easy to make the murder weapon disappear in the sea." Cowley shrugged and said.

"You go out first," Khalil waved several sailors out of the room.

"Carol, you go out too."

"Why?" Carol said depressedly, "I can also help."

"Can you promise not to say anything?" Carl smiled and said slowly.

"can!"

"Maybe you can, but I don't believe it," Carl said blankly.

"Agreed," said Cowley, who was also beside him, showing an expression of disbelief.

"Asshole! You two are bullying the honest Carol together," Carol left depressed.

Karl stood up and looked at the dead sailor. It could be seen that this was a young man who paid attention to his appearance. The beard on his face was carefully trimmed and his hair was well-groomed.

The clothes on his body were simple, but clean and tidy. To be honest, in such an environment, it was a miracle to be able to keep it like this.

Karl lifted off the clothes on the corpse's chest, exposing the sailor's chest. This young man was so harsh on his appearance, he even trimmed his chest hair into a nice shape.

On the left side of the chest was a bloody wound, which had turned crimson.

Cowley was right, the murderer's method was indeed extremely precise, along the gap in the ribs, he was killed with a single knife, and the force was so strong that it almost pierced the chest cavity and pierced the chest of the corpse.

(End of this chapter)