Bailey City, Earl's Castle Garden.
Earl Dumbledore was holding a watering can in one hand and his sleeve in the other, watering the exotic flowers and weeds in the garden. The chief steward of the Earl's mansion, Babcock, stood behind him, and the heir of the Earl, Ike, held a book in his hand and sat on the stone bench watching attentively while a white kitten was strolling on the lawn beside it.
After watering the flowers, Earl put down the kettle in his hand, clapped, and patted off the nonexistent dust in his hands.
"Is that little girl still not moving?"
Hearing the question, Babcock sniffed and replied respectfully and softly, "Yes, Lord Earl, in the past few days, Miss Philia has not gone out or made contact with anyone suspicious, except for a few banquets."
Earl Dumbledore frowned slightly and murmured to himself: "Could it be that we are wrong, which one has not assigned a task?"
The Earl looked at Ike, who was reading, and asked: "Ike, what do you think about this matter?"
Although Ike was reading a book, he was always paying attention to the movement on the Earl's side. He closed the book in his hand: "It depends on what you mean, Father, whether you take the initiative or wait for him to show his feet."
Ike's answer neither overstepped nor had any constructive comments.
The earl knew his eldest son well, and couldn't care less about this issue. However, when you think about it, those who can claim that they have never harmed the Dumbledore family, were nonexistent.
However, the Earl Dumbledore, eyes flickered with concern, he naturally could have turned a blind eye to such an existence, but at this very moment, amid all the trouble, he would not dare to leave any instability in his rear!
Count Dumbledore spoke lightly: "Babcock! Arrange a few reconnaissance boats and go offshore to investigate."
"Yes!"
The butler took the order and walked out.
…
Three specialized boats skidded into the water on the Bailey Harbor Pier and headed deep into the sea.
Under the water, two Murlocs clad in seaweed hurriedly followed.
When Moore received a message from his men, he smiled, and his fat face shook: "Just as the master expected."
Three hours later.
"What? Disappeared! Say it again!"
The two Murlocs below were so anxious that they were sweating profusely and said in a panic: "My lord! What I said is true. We followed the three small boats, but then it disappeared!"
Momor's face was uncertain, and he thought for a moment. If his subordinates were not negligent, it would be that the three boats were weird, and Momor was more inclined to the latter.
"No! I have to report to the Master immediately!"
Momor takes out the white dragon scales he carries.
"Huh? Disappeared?"
Amos thought for a moment and said, "Well, I see. Take all your men back so as not to add unnecessary losses."
According to Momor's report, Amos guessed the general situation because the Earl's mansion was unable to hold back and sent a powerful alchemy investigation boat.
Finding a few invisible alchemy boats was too difficult on the vast sea and was likely to arouse the enemy's greater vigilance, so Amos did not move at all.
Amos leaned over the crystal throne and muttered to himself, "This passive feeling really makes this Dragon unhappy!"
On the other hand, human scouts appeared in alchemy boats on the vast sea.
A mage lifted the investigative magic and said to the strong man on the bow: "Captain, the prying eyes have disappeared. We got rid of the Murlocs."
The investigation team Captain Brance nodded, his face solemn: "Well, there's something strange about the sea, so be on your guard! Master energizes the boat. Don't raise the sails. All the ships continued to advance!"
"Yes!"
"First team! Second team! Third team! Search separately. If any suspicious situations are found, report them promptly. "
"Yes!"
The three small boats dispersed and sailed toward the depths of the sea.
To be a scout at sea was more demanding than on land. Every sea scout was an elite among elites, or at least a professional, and each profession was well prepared and with a clear division of labour.
Just like the reconnaissance ship in Earls Court, each ship had ten people. In addition to the experienced captain, it was also equipped with navigators, helmsmen, mages, thieves, and archers, which is enough to deal with any situation.
In addition, the crew was well equipped and had excellent combat capabilities, and each ship could carry out its reconnaissance mission.
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Three days later.
The navigator held a monocular telescope and stood on a rising retractable observatory deck.
"Captain, the sea in the distance is turbid, and there are signs of biological activity on the seafloor."
Brance: "Mage! Signal! We may have found the Lord."
The ship's mage unfolded a magic scroll and transmitted the signal. As long as the nearby ships were not beyond the range, they will come quickly.
The navigator looked at the Captain, who was holding a monocular and squinting an eye to observe the distance, and opened his mouth to propose, "Captain, should we investigate in advance!"
"No, wait for the second and third teams to arrive. Such a large area of seawater is muddy like this. Either the organism is huge or there are a lot of them. No matter what kind of situation, none of us can deal with it."
Brance said, turning around and giving the order: "Stay back and check your equipment. The Mage will fill the ship with energy and install backup energy. We may need to go invisible for a long time."
Several hours passed.
Two other reconnaissance ships arrived one after another, checking the operation of the Alchemy Formation. After confirming that the personnel of each group were in good condition, the three alchemy boats opened the invisible circle and headed into the turbid waters.
After a while, the scouts were shocked to find the reason why the sea was so muddy. It was that there were so many little Murlocs on the bottom of the sea. The large number of Murlocs made their scalp numb.
But they soon discovered something even more surprising, a magnificent Murloc city on the island.
Captain Brance, with a telescope, looked at the high walls of White Scale Castle and opened his mouth wide in astonishment. It took him a long time to come back to his senses, his lips trembling, and he muttered in horror: "Oceanic disaster!"
Brance took a breath and suppressed his fears, knowing that a Murlocs of this scale was no longer a private affair of the Dumbledore family and that there was a possibility of another higher creature behind them.
Naga? Mermaid? Or those octopus monsters?
Of course, the butler wouldn't tell the soldiers about the private speculation of the senior management, which led to this wonderful misunderstanding.
"Captain, what do we do?"
Brance remembered the books in his home, which recorded descriptions of oceanic disasters: the creatures on the seabed were like a tsunami, flooding the coastal areas of Nordhill and leaving no survivors.
He gritted his teeth and made up his mind again, thinking of his family in Bailey.
"Team one! Team two! We split up and move to the shore to investigate together. At least we have to figure out what we are facing!"
"As for team three, you shall quickly return and report the situation here to Lord Earl so that he may prepare early."
"Captain! I, I ...!" Lockman, the Captain of Scout Ship No. 3, knew Brance was protecting him.
"Needless to say, you are the only male in the Willen family!"
Lockman Willen lowered his head in shame and ordered in a low tone: "Retreat!"
Standing at the bow of the ship, Brance said in a deep voice, "Split up! Find a suitable docking site."
"Yes!"