Chapter 63 Don’t sleep too deeply tonight!

The next morning, a noisy and chaotic sound, mixed with faint crying, came from the port.

Something happened!

Hestia in the kitchen heard the noise and her face froze slightly. She immediately poked her head out from in front of the stove and looked eagerly at the figure in the backyard.

Sensing the gaze that was almost glued to his back, Loen sighed, put away the bronze sword in his hand, and took the initiative to speak.

"Forget it, come with me and take a look."

"good!"

Hestia immediately felt relieved. She quickly put down the kitchen utensils and followed Lorne obediently towards the port.

Before leaving, her eldest niece Athena warned her to listen to a certain guy's opinion on everything.

There are many things she doesn't understand.

But she knew that some words needed to be listened to carefully.

Following the crowd out of the city gate, I rushed to the seaport on the outskirts of Knossos. At this time, many people who heard the news had gathered here.

There were soldiers who maintained order, priests who collected statistics and conducted investigations, priestesses who comforted and treated people, and at the outermost edge were circles of ordinary people who looked in anxiously...

At this time, in the port which was under martial law, dozens of corpses that had turned white after being soaked in sea water were dragged ashore one after another by the soldiers.

Most of the dead were dressed in coarse linen clothes, with rough skin that was slightly red from being exposed to the sun, a typical face of sea fishermen and low-level merchants.

Their causes of death were different.

Some had purple faces from lack of oxygen and suffocation, some had twisted bodies and broken bones, some had bulging eyes and looked terrified, and some had their limbs torn off, leaving only half a torso...

The bloody and tragic scene made some Minoans with weaker psychological endurance around them turn their heads and squat on the ground, retching continuously.

But more people pulled the soldiers and acquaintances around them, anxiously searching and asking questions; or after hearing the bad news, they rushed forward, crying and wailing in disbelief.

Obviously, these dead may include their fathers, brothers and relatives.

As more and more people arrived, the situation became increasingly chaotic and noisy.

Ron frowned slightly, pulled Hestia back to a high point outside, and looked out to the sea.

The turbid waves hit the shore, forming circles of white foam.

Pieces of broken wood of various sizes were washed ashore.

That's the fragment of the ship.

Moreover, it wasn't just fishing boats, there seemed to be merchant ships engraved with simple protective spells...

Loen's eyes swept across the jagged gaps in the wooden board, and looked at a dragon skeleton in the distance that was almost torn in two by a huge force, and his brows gradually tightened.

Lorne?!

Just as the two were looking around, a small purple figure surrounded by a group of white-robed priestesses on the field suddenly lit up and waved excitedly towards the high point on the outside.

This girl is here too?

Lorne raised his eyebrows, nodded from a distance, then pointed vaguely to a relatively remote and quiet place, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

After a while, little Medusa, who understood the meaning, came to the agreed location and met with Lorne and Hestia who had been waiting there.

"It's a ship sailing out of Crete. They've had an accident!"

As soon as they met, little Medusa explained the situation directly and looked at Lorne opposite her with burning eyes.

Luo En, who had expected this, was not surprised. He murmured in a low voice: "Faster than I expected..."

Then, he pinched his brows and asked the messenger of Athena who had been officially certified by Minos.

"What about the number of ships, casualties, and the scope and location?"

"There are a total of seven ships that went out to sea from yesterday to today. The wreckage found in the harbor has been identified as belonging to three of them. There is no information on the remaining four."

Little Medusa told the news she knew truthfully, then paused, bit her lips with her pearly teeth, and lowered her voice.

"There are 19 dead and no survivors have been found so far."

But soon, a glimmer of light appeared on the little girl's face, which was covered with gloom.

"However, I have asked the temple to light the holy fire on the seaside tower as soon as possible to guide the remaining four ships that have lost contact. In addition, if there are magicians on board, they can also find a way to establish contact with the priests stationed on the tower based on ether resonance!"

"Do you really think the wind and waves at sea can tear the ship into pieces like that?"

Loen spoke softly, and although he felt a little reluctant, he still cruelly and resolutely shattered the last bit of hope in little Medusa's heart.

"I'm afraid they encountered a sea beast..."

Needless to say, what happens to ordinary people when they encounter sea monsters on the dangerous Sea of Oceanus?

When little Medusa heard this, her eyes suddenly dimmed.

Sister Beatrice's father and Grandpa Contanius' son are both still on one of the missing ships...

However, the little girl did not have time to worry about others for too long, as a question in her ear interrupted her grief.

"When did the three ships whose wreckage was found leave the port?"

"It seems to be yesterday afternoon..."

Little Medusa thought about it carefully and gave a serious answer.

Yesterday afternoon?

Luo En's eyes flashed and he took the initiative to speak.

"Do you have the port entry and exit times, the status of the investigation of the corpse, and a nautical chart marking the merchant routes and nearby fishing grounds? Give me a copy!"

"good!"

Hearing the request, little Medusa nodded without hesitation and then trotted towards the priestess in the crowd.

While the little girl was leaving to get the sea chart, Loen turned and looked at Hestia beside him.

"Do you know any experienced fishermen nearby? I have something I'd like to ask for your advice."

“Yes, yes!”

Hestia, who was doing nothing, was cheered up when she heard this. She looked around and pulled over an old man with a hunched back from nearby.

The frost on his face and the calluses on his hands are enough to prove his identity.

Looking at the somewhat sad face in front of him, Loen was slightly stunned.

He remembered that the old man seemed to be called Contanius?

"Lady Anna's brother? If you have anything to ask, just ask!"

The old man forced a smile on his face and spoke actively.

Loen gathered his thoughts, nodded, and quietly asked a few questions about day and night tides, ship speed, etc.

The old man named Contanius is indeed an old fisherman. Although his description is a bit vague, he can basically give Loen relatively accurate data based on his rich experience.

As the questions and answers confirmed each other, Loen's eyes were filled with thought.

“Here it comes!”

Soon, little Medusa, who had returned with a full load, ran to Lorne with several nautical charts in her hands, put them on the ground, and spread them out one by one.

Loen didn't say anything. He picked up the branch and examined the various signs in the waters near Crete. He wrote down a few lines of numbers and made a rough calculation.

When the results appeared before his eyes, his expression couldn't help but become solemn.

When little Medusa saw Loen's expression, she subconsciously stepped forward and asked.

"What's wrong?"

Loen waved his hand, and after Hestia understood what he meant and sent the old fisherman away, he turned to look at the newly appointed messenger of the goddess of wisdom beside him and spoke softly.

"Believe me, remind the city defense troops and temple priests guarding the coast not to sleep too deeply tonight, especially in the first half of the night..."

“……!”

Hearing the low and serious voice, little Medusa, who was familiar with the character of the man opposite her, frowned and nodded heavily.

(End of this chapter)