Author: Don’t drink Coke?

Hearing Alka's promise, Maldo showed obvious joy on his face and nodded with a smile.

"Let me say my final farewell to my granddaughter."

As he spoke, he turned to communicate with Materissa in their unique language.

Then you can see Materissa's expression was slightly surprised, then she frowned, clenched her fists to cheer herself up, and nodded.

Maldo stretched out his hand, and a slight spot of light followed his fingertips and touched Materissa's forehead.

This light spot contained some knowledge. When Materissa opened her eyes again, she could already clearly hear the exchanges between the people in Alka.

Then Maldo took a ring off his hand and gave it to Materissa.

The characteristics of the ring were very obvious, and Alka knew it was a pocket ring at a glance.

"Go on, kid, go say goodbye."

Materissa nodded, twisted her snake tail, and swam quickly towards the top of the mountain.

It should be saying goodbye to your tribe and friends.

After watching Materissa leave, Maldo turned his head and looked at everyone and said.

"Entering between these mountain peaks is the road to the boundless sea, but this road is not safe."

"As a thank you, I will coat your ship with a protective film, bless your ship, and help you pass safely."

Hearing this, Alka nodded: "If possible, of course."

It is naturally a good thing to have more protection.

Maldo took out his trident, the blue magic wrapped around it, and followed the sharp edge of the trident to point on the side of the ship in front of him.

Alka and Simon deliberately took a step forward to ensure that they could see clearly.

To prevent the stranger in front of me from tampering with the protective coating on the ship.

Although his granddaughter will also be on board in the future, who knows.

As the magic power surged out, the magic power did not stick to the ship, but slowly expanded to the surroundings, turning into something like a film, covering the entire ship.

The aqua blue coat of arms was printed on the side of the ship and then disappeared.

Looking at this thing, Alka turned his head slightly to look at Pororo, and Pororo nodded.

He felt the blessing of Poseidon in that coat of arms. Maldor did not lie.

"What do you want to tell us about the Infinite Sea?" Alka suddenly asked.

Although there is "Land of Dreams", many things in that book are hidden.

So Alka wanted to ask if there was any more news about the race that guards the gate to the boundless sea.

For those unknown waters, no amount of news is too much.

"The boundless sea."

Maldo said, slightly raising his head to look at the sky.

"That is a completely different ocean. The only thing I want to warn you is that you must not look at that ocean with your current view of the world.

It's a completely different, completely chaotic place."

Seeing Maldo like this, Alka couldn't help but ask: "Have you been to that sea area?"

"No." Maldo shook his head.

"This sentence is the advice that all those who go to the boundless sea must know."

Alka nodded and stopped asking any more questions.

While waiting, everyone turned their attention to the place they were about to go.

There is nothing different about the water flow between the two peaks, it just naturally stays in front.

The water here is as calm as the lake.

It was as if a line of separation was drawn between the two peaks, and there was a faint mist that could not be seen clearly.

The mist was so thin, but it seemed to completely block their sight of exploring inside.

At this time, a figure swam down quickly from the top of the mountain.

It was Materissa who had said goodbye and was ready.

After she hugged her grandfather and the guard-like man next to her grandfather goodbye, she slowly came to Alka's ship.

"My name is Materissa. Thank you for being willing to take me to the boundless sea."

"Compared to the fact that you saved our crew, this little thing is nothing to mention." Alka said with a smile.

Then she and everyone on the ship got to know each other, and then stayed quietly on the deck.

"If you're ready, you can move on."

Maldo looked at everyone on the boat and said.

Alka took a deep breath and came to the bow of the ship, looking at the area covered by the light mist.

He couldn't help but smile on his face, turned his head and looked at everyone and asked: "How are you guys? Are you ready?"

"Well, I can't wait any longer."

"Come on, let's move forward."

"..."

After listening to everyone's words, Alka turned his head and looked in front of him again, his eyes becoming more determined.

"good!"

"Voice of the Dawn! Set sail!"

As Alka gave the order to move forward.

The ship started to sail.

The calm sea surface was divided by the bow of the ship, splashing on both sides.

Slowly driving towards the thin mist.

On the stone platform under the mountain peak, Maldo and the guards next to him watched them leave.

Looking at his granddaughter waving to him on the deck, his eyes were full of reluctance.

"Don't worry, Patriarch, she is the best among us. She will definitely be able to end the punishment we are burdened with."

"Ah... I hope so." Maldo murmured to himself.

However, the guard next to him also showed a trace of doubt on his face and asked: "But why, patriarch, why did you entrust her to this completely unfamiliar team?"

If the Storm Champion was the leader of this ship, he would understand.

Obviously not, so why give this team such trust?

He doesn't understand.

He had seen countless teams of all kinds during his childhood.

There is nothing special about Alka's team, the only special thing is the Storm Champion.

They were still being tested in places they could see.

But he still didn't understand.

There were too many options before, and this team wasn't special enough.

"Why do you ask?" Maldo said, looking at the trident in his hand.

"I made a prediction...this is the best chance."

"Prophecy? Patriarch, you..." the guard said in surprise.

Things like prophecies themselves cannot bring clear instructions, but they can enable people to make optimal choices.

The use of such techniques will bring serious consequences.

The patriarch is already very old.

Maldo waved his hand: "Okay, this is a necessary payment, you don't need to worry about it so much."

Then he drew a semicircle with his right arm toward his chest.

"May Poseidon bless them."

The guard next to him also blessed him.

At this time, Alka's ship was very close to the misty sea, very close.

Everyone on the boat had held their breath.

They are finally heading to their final destination.
To be continued...