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There was no time to think about what it was, but Albert turned the helm quickly to steer the Crescent aside.

The big hand sensed that the Crescent Moon was changing course, it tilted forward, ready to catch the Crescent Moon trying to escape.

With the ghostly fog above, the blue sea below, and a huge black hand in front of her, the Crescent was unable to avoid it, and tried her best to avoid it on the port side.

The black shadow gradually pressed down, Albert saw the opportunity to pull up, and the Crescent Crescent Crescent Crescent through the fingers of the giant hand.

The sound of collapsing tree trunks sounded from the rear, Albert struggled to control the Crescent Moon forward.

However, the giant hand grabbed at the Crescent again, which was bad news for Albert.

The sudden climb just now made the Crescent's speed drop, and this time the only way to dodge was to rush downward, trading the height he had just gained for speed.

The speed of the Crescent Moon.

But the giant hand seemed to know Albert's thoughts, from the bottom to the top of the diagonal copied over, which made Albert's plan completely null and void.

In this instant, several possible escape paths appeared in his mind, but every one of them ended in despair.

Facing the giant hand that was once again approaching, Albert, who had entered a dead end, could do nothing but watch the black shadow envelop the Crescent Moon.

"I will never stop here!"

Albert roared angrily and drew out his musket, pulling the trigger towards the giant black hand that was close at hand outside the porthole.

After a loud bang, the glass of the porthole shattered open and the leaden projectile scored a direct hit on the giant hand, but that level of massiveness had no fear of this small

small impact.

Seeing that the giant hand was about to close, Albert jumped out of the bridge and drew his scimitar and slashed down.

The black liquid that gurgled out poured all over his face.

He gritted his teeth and desperately twisted the hilt of the blade in an attempt to increase the damage to the giant hand, but it still couldn't stop it from continuing its grip.

Just when Albert thought the end was near, the giant hand suddenly stopped moving.

Seeing that it was having an effect, Albert slashed even harder, not noticing that the leaf pendant hanging on his chest was emitting a black, faint mist.

Suddenly, these fog began to converge back towards the pendant, they wrapped with the black liquid splashed out of the giant hand, a stream of a stream of

They drilled into the pendant.

Albert was too shocked by the sudden changes to move, he tried to remove the pendant but couldn't untie it no matter what.

Worried that the changes would affect him, Albert tried to tear off the pendant, but the lanyard on the pendant seemed to tighten so that he could not pass his head

could not pass through.

He decisively raised his scimitar and slashed at the black lanyard on the pendant, and the blade struck it, actually flashing out a series of sparks.

This made Albert even more panicked, he kept chopping and even biting with his teeth, but no matter how much he tossed and turned, the pendant that kept inhaling the black substance was still firmly hanging on his head.

But no matter how much he tossed and turned, the pendant that kept inhaling the black substance still hung firmly on his neck.

Albert, who had no other choice, stuck the machete into the lanyard, held the blade with his face, and grabbed the lanyard and scratched hard on the blade.

This strange act of trying to wear the lanyard down with the blade didn't last long.

For Albert realized that the giant black hand that had attacked the Crescent was disappearing.

It was a strange vanishing process, like a large piece of jelly being sucked into something extremely small.

What really made Albert feel strange wasn't the disappearance process of the giant hand, but the fact that it didn't put up any resistance during the disappearance process.

As the giant hand disappeared completely, the leaf pendant returned to normal, and it was no longer tightly bound to Albert's neck.

Albert hurriedly took off the pendant and threw it aside, and carefully stretched out his cut-out scimitar to poke at the dark green leaf pendant.

Albert carefully observed, he felt that the leaf pendant was unchanged except that the dark green color was slightly darker.

With the surrounding crew still whispering and repeating his orders, Albert realized he didn't have time for more research.

As soon as he grabbed the pendant and slipped it into his pocket, he returned to the bridge, readjusted his course, and proceeded at full speed against the ghostly fog drifting overhead.

Half an hour later, the Crescent Moon, which had sailed out of the area shrouded by the ghost fog, began to climb, and Albert slammed on the floor to send out a rhythmic vibration.

The crew opened their eyes and rose from their respective positions.

They looked around first, and after making sure they were out of danger began to get busy.

Some pulled the safety ropes hanging outside the hull to pull their teammates up; some entered the cabin in groups to start inspections; some descended to the attacked position of the hull to check the damage; and some held the medicine box and carried out medical treatment for their injured teammates.

"First Mate, report in!"

Hillpeter, who had just run a lap, gasped for breath as he swallowed hard and prepared to answer Albert's question.

"Four brethren wounded, one more seriously, Simmo and Vivian are treating the wounded; the engine room is on fire, Connie and the others are putting it out, the situation is under control ......"

He paused to catch his breath for a few moments, then continued, "Jimmy's missing."

Albert frowned, it seemed to him that the crisis was not over yet.

"When Connie and the others have put out the fire you go and take an inventory of the plume and supplies.

Jimmy was the one who called me when we hit the ghost fog, he should be near the captain's cabin.

Tell the rest of the crew to stay away from the captain's side of the cabin for now."

Albert said, handing the helm to Helmsman Bond and striding out of the bridge, followed by Upton with his sword hilt in hand.

He was aware of what would happen if he got close to the Beyhive and heard the whispers.

If Jimmy turned out to be a monster, he would never allow that monster to hurt Albert.

After the incident with the ghostly mist, Upton was even more certain of his father's choice; Albert was absolutely capable of leading them back to the Heart of Splendor.

The door to the captain's cabin was open, and Upton's heart thumped.

This usually seems to be good at learning Jimmy always came to ask Albert sailing problems, could he be King Lynn's spies?

Was he a spy for King Lynn?

No, if the plan was exposed, why didn't they take action and let us embark on a flight to find the Heart of Splendor?

Could it be that they want to obtain the Heart of Splendor through me?

In the blink of an eye, Upton's mind turned an unknown number of corners.

He drew his sword, and the suspicion on his face disappeared, replaced by a ruthlessness that had never been revealed before.

Walter drew his sword as well, stopping Upton and pulling Albert back, leaning carefully against the door to look sideways into the room.

He then put his sword away and pushed open the door to the room and stepped inside.

Inside the room, Jimmy was lying in the corner, blood wetting his hair, and he was motionless, his eyes shut tight.

"On your ship, can the crew just go into the captain's cabin?"

Upton's words were tinged with anger, his suspicions from earlier still lingered in his mind, even if Jimmy had fainted from his injuries, he didn't think Jimmy was innocent.

Albert, who was attaching himself to Jimmy to check his injuries, didn't look up, and he was carrying the same anger.

Earlier on the bridge Upton had already challenged his captain's authority, and this time the challenge was far more direct and pointed.

"You don't tell me what to do on my ship, and if you're crossing the line I'll have to return and leave you in the harbor."

Ampton's face sank; he had thought that Albert would disobey his orders, and indeed he had made suitable concessions, but he had never

never imagined that Albert would let loose with harsh words over a few taunts.

"I'm not overstepping my bounds, I'm just questioning the safety of the personnel on this voyage."

"Personnel safety?

The flying boat the boy was on crashed into the hillside next to Acorn Town with no family left, as Hillpeter verified with his own eyes.

So what the hell are you worried about?"

Albert said, pulling his jacket off and padding it under Jimmy's head as he stood up and stared at Upton.

"If you don't trust my crew, then we're done."

Walter dodged in front of Upton in a flash that was so fast Albert only felt something shake.

Looking at Walter's left hand pressed against his scabbard, Albert smiled and said, "You're going to fight me on my ship?"

The silence was as sticky as pitch as Albert stared into Walter's eyes, and Walter stared right back at Albert without fear, until a chorus of rebukes from Upton caused him to withdraw his gaze and step aside.

"Mr. Albert, I must reiterate that this matter of finding the flotilla is so important to our royal family that I can't let the plan take any unplanned risks."

"Then close the door when you fucking go out!"

Upton froze for half a second at Albert's words, and when he looked back, he thought that he had indeed rushed out of the captain's room after Albert, and he clearly remembered that he hadn't closed the door behind him.

The atmosphere was so awkward that even Walter dropped his head and scratched his forehead with one index finger.

Good thing Jimmy stirred at this point, and after a few grunts, he opened his eyes.

He covered his head, then managed to grin and wince after seeing the blood on his hand.

"How are you?"

"Ah ...... Captain ...... have a headache."

"Do you remember what happened before you passed out?"

"The Ghost Mist came in and the first officer told me to come and call out for you, and you door ran to the bridge, and right after that the Crescent tilted on its side and I fell into the door ...... and then I don't know know."

Albert glanced at Upton, who looked like he was playing dumb and stood there smiling and fuming.

"Go on, get Simmo to get the wound taken care of."

Jimmy wobbled to his feet and Upton hurriedly told Walter to wrap Jimmy up and had Walter walk Jimmy to Simmo.

He sighed and watched the pair leave before carefully closing the door behind them.

"I hope that little episode just now won't affect our friendship."

Albert almost laughed out loud with anger, wondering how Upton was going to round his words back now if Walter had drawn his sword just now.

Since people were now giving steps, then going down in pain was the best choice, after all, finding the fleet still required Ampton, the royal family's

Live Radar's.

"In the future, when you encounter a dangerous situation, do not question my judgment, if you don't understand why I made the choices I did at that time, you can

to leave those questions for me to ask afterward."

Seeing that Ampton was about to sit down, Albert hurriedly added, "Mr. Ampton, I have to work.

Both the plume and the water must be badly depleted after such a torrid meal, and I need to recalculate my supplies."

Ampton froze there, he looked at Albert with a look that refused to accept reality, "What if the remaining replenishment is not ideal?"

"Then my door will have to circle back and replenish first."

After a long time, Upton sighed, he looked lost in thought.

There was a knock at the door, and Hilpeter's characteristic voice came into the room.

When he came in, an itemized report of the amount of supplies remaining was given, causing Ampton to frown as he listened.

"Well, you go ahead and maintain your present course.

Mr. Ampton, you go back to rest, too, and I'll come to you when I've charted the return course."

Hilpeter went away, but Ampton did not go yet; he stood there wanting to speak.

"I know what you are worrying about,-that is superfluous.

We can't possibly return the same way we came, there's a ghostly fog drifting over the route, and if we can find empty islands to resupply on that new path, it would be

We can reset our course of exploration after we finish resupplying.

Even if there are no empty islands to resupply on the return path, it doesn't matter, we'll return to port for three days of rest and recuperation before we can set out again."

After Upton left, Albert sighed.

Although he knew that this search wouldn't be smooth sailing, it was really bad luck to run into such a huge ghost fog right from the start.

He pushed the negativity out of his mind and opened the chart, ready to study the route.

Something appeared on the unfolded chart, and it irritated Albert's nerves as hard as a nail driven into his eye.

It was a hair.

The hair was not as blond as Ampton's, nor as black as ink as his own.

It was chestnut colored.