In the captain's room of the pirate ship, Carl stood up yawning and covered Hope with his clothes.

The two had originally planned to hold on until the wind and rain stopped, but they were so tired that they fell asleep halfway through.

Unexpectedly, instead of having any accidents, the ship survived the storm.

Pushing open the door of the captain's room, the sea was pitch black.

The endless dark clouds obscured the light of the stars, the moon, and the golden crystal ring, making it difficult to determine the current location of the ship.

Now it has been about a day and a night since the storm first started, so it is still night time.

"I hope the ship isn't too far off course. Let's raise the sail first."

Looking back at Hope who was sleeping soundly, Carl did not disturb her. Instead, he closed the door and raised the sail on the mast himself.

There was still no land or bulge on the surrounding sea surface, which left Carl with no reference.

The sails were raised again and spread out again under the buoyancy of the sea breeze, and the ship began to move in a direction that Carl could not predict.

Looking at the bow, Carl sighed.

"I was indeed a bit reckless at the time. I should at least ask those pirates if they have a compass or something..."

As he was reflecting on himself, Carl suddenly realized that as a machinist, why should he ask others for props?

To put it simply, a compass is nothing more than using magnetic fields to determine direction. The principle is simple, and the structure is not complicated at all. You can make it yourself!

Although the magic power and magic nets spread throughout the world have completely cut off the possibility of radio communication, the earth's magnetic field still exists.

After figuring this out, Carl immediately ran into the cabin to find some materials and began trying to make a compass.

First, he used the professional characteristics of the manual machine tool, then Carl processed a piece of iron plate and began to etch magic patterns on it.

Soon, an electromagnet formed by the weak electric current generated by the magic pattern was produced.

Put the things in a wooden bowl and fill it with water, and a simple compass is formed.

"The direction of the current is this way, so this side is the North Pole, and that side is the South Pole. Hiss~ The direction of this ship is a bit off!"

After determining the direction using the right-hand rule, Carl looked at the ship sailing southwest and couldn't help but sigh again.

According to the speed of the ship, if he had thought of a solution earlier, he might have been able to see the border of land by now.

"Alas, I am sorry for the delay."

Shaking his head and sighing, Carl adjusted the ship to head north again.

…

"Carl! An island is spotted ahead!"

Three days later in the early morning, Hope went to the lookout tower for reconnaissance as usual. As soon as he looked forward through the telescope, he discovered an island in the distance.

Excited, she immediately reported her discovery loudly to Carl on the deck.

Carl was also very excited to hear the news.

Climbing up the mast to the observation deck, Carl took out his telescope and looked in the direction Hope pointed.

Sure enough, there was an island with a jungle on the sea in the distance.

There were faint lights of fire on the island, and it seemed that someone was living there.

Although they didn't know whether the people on the island were friends or enemies, Carl and Hope believed that as long as they could see land, it proved that there was no major problem with their current route.

If all else fails, they can also temporarily live on this island.

“Crash~”

The waves were surging, and with the help of the sea breeze, the schooner soon reached the shore of the island.

Carl and Hope dropped the anchor, then dived into the sea and swam to shore on their own.

Kicking the white sand, Hope seemed to be in a good mood.

However, after Carl squatted down and checked it, he began to put some sand into the dimensional bag.

Seeing Hope looking at him in confusion, Carl pointed at the sand and said, "This is very high-quality quartz sand. It can be used to make glass. If we had this stuff underground, I would be able to make more props."

The two of them currently don’t know when they can return to the continent of Khorvaire, so Carl always feels that collecting these things may come in handy someday.

When he played games in his previous life, he was a Scoia'tael (a player who likes to collect various things). After experiencing the wilderness survival in the dungeon, this symptom became more serious.

Seeing this, Hope also helped Carl collect some quartz sand.

After confirming that there was enough quartz sand, the two continued to move forward.

On the other side of the island, a five-member adventure group was gathered around a campfire with sad faces, staring at the fire in the fire pit with lifeless eyes.

Seeing that no one spoke, a dwarf warrior in heavy armor opened his mouth and said:

"We can't survive in Xen'drik anymore. We have offended the Storm Council in Stormwind Bay. No large organization will assign us any tasks. I suggest we go back to Khorvaire!"

But after hearing the dwarf warrior's words, a halfling barbarian next to him immediately refused.

"No! When we first came out to explore the world, we told our families that we would not return until we made a name for ourselves! Xen'drik is so big, can't we just not land in Stormwind Bay?"

Hearing this, the priest of the Silver Flame Church wearing fire steel plate armor rolled his eyes.

"Do you think you're the only smart person in the world? Xen'drik has only developed two ports in all these years. Do you think others can't think of this? If it works, can the Storm Council still dominate Storm Bay?"

Seeing his teammate refute him, the Halfling Barbarian immediately became furious.

The 1.4-meter-tall figure suddenly grew a little bit taller, and the muscles all over his body swelled up.

He actually went berserk because he was angry.

"alright!"

Just then, the Orc Ranger, who had been sitting on the stone in silence, finally spoke.

As the big brother of the team, as soon as he spoke, the halflings and human priests who were ready to fight immediately sat back on their stones.

"There was nothing the Adventure Group could do about offending the Storm Council. Mordo did the right thing in the beginning."

Giving the priest a look of recognition, the orc ranger patted the halfling and let out a long sigh.

The halfling who had just argued with the priest opened his mouth and then lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have meddled in other people's business, but Yin Yan's teachings..."

The pastor couldn't continue speaking halfway.

Because there was a noise in the distance.

"Who is it?"

The Orc Ranger instantly pulled the pulley bow on his back, aimed at the place where the noise came from, and shouted towards the distance.

The wanderer, who had been silent all this time, hid in the shadows and moved forward.

The next second, Carl and Hope slowly poked their heads out.

"Hello! We are adventurers in trouble. Do you know how to return to Khorvaire? I am a machinist. If you need anything, I can use the props I made as payment!"

When you are away from home, your identity is given by yourself.

Carl thought it would be best not to reveal the fact that he was extremely wealthy at this time.

(End of this chapter)