Chapter 397 Escaped?
Qin Mo once again suppressed the idea of turning north, and instead focused on steering the ship, using precise maneuvering to steer the single-masted sailboat away from wave after wave of waves, winding its way southeast.
A few days ago, he had the idea of turning back to Madeira, but after thinking about Heather's pregnancy, he gave up the idea.
Isabelle was indeed wary of Heatherine, but would she let a pregnant woman risk her life for her? What if the pregnancy was affected... she would never be able to hold her head high again.
Qin Mo felt exhausted. He hadn't felt this way in many years. The last time was when he was fleeing on Wang Yushi's back on Lake Baikal. At that time, his dantian had been depleted for too long, and he didn't have much primordial fluid left to consume.
But now that his dantian has crystallized, the vital energy he releases, if not inexhaustible, can at least last for several days and nights without running out.
But he just felt tired!
Since being targeted by the "Bloody Rose" in Cape Verde, Qin Mo hasn't had a single moment of rest in five days.
When she was first targeted, Qin Mo used the sail and the wind-gathering array to achieve a speed that was arguably the fastest in the world, and then she left Isabella behind.
It felt so damn exciting and awesome!
But it wasn't long before Qin Mo became annoyed, because the "Crimson Rose" seemed to be equipped with "sea surface search radar," always able to find his location and slowly catch up.
"Damn it, I thought I was rich enough, but I didn't expect to run into someone who's even richer!"
Qin Mo saw that the once dazzling and magnificent wind-gathering array on her ship had dimmed by more than half, and she cursed inwardly.
Qin Mo was very wealthy; his family's specialty products were continuously shipped to Xizhou, and the Medici family paid him in cash. Therefore, when he was engraving the magic array, he designed the kind that consumed the most materials but could operate for the longest time: the Wind Gathering Magic Array.
As for wind-gathering ability, it wasn't pushed to its limit because the ship was too small to handle such strong winds; if the wind were too strong, it could break the mast.
Originally intended to defend against emergencies at sea, the magic array played a crucial role in this sea chase. Every time Isabel spotted it, Qin Mo would activate it, and then escape in a tense and exciting manner.
At the same time, the magic circle gradually dimmed, and Qin Mo seemed to hear the sound of gold coins falling into the sea.
If his light little boat consumed so many precious materials, how much would the "Crimson Rose," which runs around the clock with its magic array like a dog chasing a rabbit, consume?
Could that person be short of money?
Qin Mo heard that long, drawn-out horn sound again. She didn't know from which day the chase began, but whenever the lookout on the "Crimson Rose" spotted Qin Mo, he would start blowing the horn. Qin Mo could even feel the mockery and smugness in the horn.
"Blow, blow, blow your big white legs!"
Qin Mo cursed angrily, then helplessly patted the wind-gathering array again, raised the sail, and fled in panic once more.
What he didn't know was that at that moment, the one blowing the horn on "Crimson Rose" was either the lookout or Isabel, who had a pair of long, white legs.
"Hmph hmph hmph!"
An exquisite horn, adorned with gilded patterns, was tossed up and down by Isabel, swirling and dancing in the air, mirroring her arrogant and triumphant mood.
Oakes had lost count of how many times the princess had hummed in disbelief. The princess was always cold and ruthless, and he had never seen her so smug since he had followed her.
"Your Highness, we may have to slow down. One of the wind-gathering arrays has malfunctioned and needs to be re-engraved, and the other three are almost exhausted!"
"Huh? What is Bourne doing? How is he maintaining the magic circle? Is he too old to carve the array patterns anymore? Or does he want a young virgin to help him stay alert?"
Isabel's slightly upturned lips and raised eyebrows instantly smoothed out, and her cold, menacing expression sent a chill down Oak's spine.
The ruthless and cold-blooded "Windsor Rose" is back, or rather, she has never changed, only her attitude towards a certain "little one" is slightly different.
"Your Highness, Bourne is already removing the remaining array patterns. He will work through the night to re-engrave the new array, and it should be completed by the day after tomorrow at the latest!"
"Don't keep me waiting too long. If the little guy escapes my senses, Bourne can go to his coffin and sleep!"
"As you wish, Your Highness!"
Oakes assured Isabel that the prince showed no signs of further anger, and quickly took his leave, heading to the magic circle area beneath the fourth mast.
Bourne was also an elderly vampire, but his white hair was neatly combed, and his gorgeous suit was without a single wrinkle. At this moment, he was directing two young vampires to clean up the damaged array patterns.
“Bourne, His Highness is very unhappy. All the magic arrays must be replaced by the morning after tomorrow!”
"Ox! Are you kidding me? You gave me less than two days for three magic arrays? Do you think I'm one of those human craftsmen who prefer simple and crude methods? You sycophant, you're disgracing the pride of our vampire race!" Byrne shouted at Oak as if he had been deeply humiliated.
“Bourne, put away your artist’s airs now and immediately treat yourself as a skilled craftsman… if you don’t want to be sleeping in a coffin!”
Oxton was furious. He had just spoken up for Bourne, and now he was being scolded. He couldn't stand it. If the prince hadn't been on the ship, he would have bitten the old man's neck off today.
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