Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 168 Overcome the Magic Addiction
"I suggest handing her over to us," Carl thought for a moment, and said to Khalil Torrance, "This way, we don't need to kill her, and we can eliminate the danger before it happens."

"No!" Khalil Torrance shook his head and refused, "You can put her in a cell instead of killing her."

Cowley took away the female night elf's equipment. No wonder this guy sneaked onto the boat and stole things in the middle of the night. She didn't have any money. The only thing that was worth anything was an oak dagger with several numbers carved on the handle One word, Galina Nightblade.

"Galina Nightblade?" Cowley couldn't help asking.

"That's right, it's me, my name is Galina Nightblade," Galina breathed a sigh of relief after escaping the fate of feeding the sharks, and began to talk more.She looked at the dagger in Cowley's hand and said, "Keep it safe for me and return it to me. This is my birthday present from my sister."

"Mr. Mage, thank you, otherwise I might be fed to the sharks."

"Just call me Carl," Carl waved his hand, indicating that she didn't have to, and then explained: "I'm also telling the truth, killing two sailors in a row without any motive, unless you are a pervert who likes to kill."

Soon, several sailors came to the room where Karl was. The sailors trembled slightly. It could be seen that they were terrified of Galina, who might be the murderer, even though she had controlled her hands and took away the weapon.

Untying the ropes on Galina's feet and replacing them with a pair of heavy chains, the sailors pushed her towards the prison in the cabin.

"You know, sometimes we also have prisoners?" Looking at Carl's puzzled eyes, Khalil Torrance smiled, but his smile was forced.

"E.g?"

"For some slaves, formal channels are illegal and can only be transported through us."

"Slaves?" Karl asked curiously, "Are there many?"

"Most employers are human nobles, and on the surface, they have always been opponents of the slave trade," Khalil Torrance sighed helplessly.

"Night elf slave girls are the most popular."

"You mean? Khalil Torrance?"

"It is quite possible," continued Khalil Torrance, "that there are marks of captivity on her wrists and ankles."

In the next week or so, the Vengeance returned to quietness, and the death incident did not happen again, and Karl also passed his once-a-month, most difficult state of magic addiction.

The effect of the Sunwell Essence is amazing. Carl can still suppress such a serious addiction. The only disadvantage is that the owner of the addiction is not so comfortable.

Carol was terrified when he met the companion of the magic addiction for the first time, and Cowley and Blake, who had met once, were also very frightened. Carol rested in the room for two full days to recover.

Part of the Sunwell essence was also consumed, leaving about two-thirds in the bottle.

In the next few days, Karl seldom went out. Although his body recovered, he was still a little weak. The only good thing was that his partners contributed some delicious food they treasured to take care of him as a patient.

When he saw Carol take out a small bucket of Southshore spirits from his pocket, he didn't expect much from these things.

Cowley fishes on the deck every day when he has nothing to do, and most of the time he gets something. The Revenge has not sailed out of the current, and the current season is rich in fish.

Karl's only gain is the Blink spell. After using the Blink spell many times, he has a clearer understanding of this spell. The original Blink spell with a casting distance of only three meters has become a standard Blink spell with a casting distance of ten meters. Up to now, he can finally say that he has mastered the flashing technique.

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There was a shower on the sea yesterday, and there were still water stains on the deck. Carl left the room and stood in the long-lost sunshine. The sea was breezy and cool.

Cowley sat in the old position, holding a fishing rod, and continued his great fishing career. Carol walked past Carl holding a bottle of rum and ran directly into the cabin.

The sailors worked in their respective positions in twos and threes. One sailor stood on the top of the main mast, looking into the distance, and kept raising the flag. The helmsman also adjusted the direction constantly according to his guidance.

Khalil Torrance sat in the shadow of the corridor of the captain's cabin, swigging from a glass of rum that Carol now knew where Carol's got.

Carl sat next to Khalil Torrance, took out a bottle of kirsch from his pocket, and said to Khalil Torrance, "Do you want to try this?"

This bottle of cherry wine was brought out by Karl from the restaurant in Kael'thas. The wine may not be strong enough, but the quality is definitely the best in Azeroth.

This may be the most irresistible thing for an alcoholic in the world. Khalil Torrance drank the rum in the glass in two sips and placed it in front of him.

Carl took out two more glasses, filled the first three, and stuffed the empty wine bottle back into his pocket.

"a."

Passed a glass of wine to Khalil Torrance, another glass to Cowley who had heard the sound, picked up the last glass himself, "Cheers!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

Carl took a long sip from his glass.

"It's not bad, but it's a bit light." Khalil Torrance tasted it carefully and drank it all in one breath. "I still like stronger ones."

"Need to adjust the course?" Karl asked, pointing to the sailor on the mast.

"Yes, fresh water needs to be replenished on the island in front," Khalil Torrance patted Carl on the shoulder, and continued: "Thanks to Mr. Mage, we don't need to worry about fresh water for this trip, but There is no harm in storing more, who would hate too much fresh water.”

"That's Thiel, a lad from Hillsbrad," Khalil Torrance looked Karl up and down, and said with a smile, "Looks like you're back to health?"

"Yeah, although the addiction seems serious, after getting over it, it recovers quickly."

"For health! Cheers!"

Khalil Torrance poured himself another glass of rum, raised it, and the guy, having a rare excuse to drink, started to drink.

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

Carl and Cowley raised their glasses.

"Did the sailors cancel the grouping?" Karl quickly discovered the problem. A week ago, when the last murder occurred, Khalil Torrance had ordered the sailors to monitor each other in pairs. At this time, the sailors Apparently it didn't.

"It was canceled yesterday, isn't the murderer in the cell?"

Khalil Torrance stood up and asked a question, then let out a hearty laugh, and walked into the captain's cabin.

(End of this chapter)