"No? Master? Are you drinking secretly again?" Ella looked at Dust with some reproach, "I said that Quirakiri's staff has been pulled out by me, and this island has been out of control!"

"He can predict that the Swedish King will come to this island. Can't he predict that the staff will be pulled out by the Swedish King?" Dust spread his hands, "Even if he didn't predict it, he should know now, right? Everyone says how powerful he is, so it's not too much to let him come over to save us?"

Ella was stunned for a moment, then understood it, turned her head and asked the savage who was following: "Did Master Quilakiri expect this situation? What should I tell you?"

The savage suddenly realized and patted his head: "So, before going to sea, Master Quilakiri did prepare me something that can only be opened in times of danger. I will go back and look for it!"

As he said that, he ran back to the edge of the cliff and climbed back along the ladder. The savage climbed the ladder in a very strange position. He often pulled his hands to the upper side of the ladder before he stepped on his feet. He said he was climbing the ladder, but half of it was carried up by his strong arm strength.

"Is there something left?"

Looking at the savage's departure back, Ella muttered in a low voice, then turned to ask Dust:

"Master, what are you thinking?"

"It's nothing. The attitude of those Aztlans made me feel a little unhappy. They said so much that Quelakirli said, and habitually wanted to test how capable he was." Dust said, "But, King of Sweden, what are you thinking? Judging from your previous reaction, you seem to be a little disdainful of that Quelakirli, do you think he is a liar?"

Ella shook her head.

"Maybe that Master Quilakiri is really a powerful magician. I don't understand magic, so I can't say it. However, I have seen too many powerful magicians and have no interest in it."

The strong wind blew from the south. Although it was difficult to see the full picture of the giant beast, people could still feel that the island was moving rapidly towards the south.

"This kind of magic is indeed amazing...but Master Quilakiri will not be the opponent of the apostle and the Son of God, this is what intuition tells me."

In the strong wind, Ella sighed helplessly.

"I won't talk about this anymore. Instead of believing in that master Quilaciri, let's continue to discuss feasible methods. Dust, you have some practical ideas."

"Actually, I think it's better to just let the ship sit here for a few days. This will also kill the maggots at the bottom of the ship." Dust chuckled, "In addition, I think instead of thinking about how to get the ship down from the cliff, it's better to find a way to make the big turtle under him sink. No matter how big it is, it's just an animal, don't you?"

"After saying this, I came up with an idea!" Amy raised her hand excitedly, "I have seen others riding mules, hanging a portion of fruit in front of the mule with a rope. The mule kept walking forward when she thought about eating the fruit. Maybe we can use this method to make the big turtle swim directly towards Wenlan?"

"Um...um...um...um...than using fruit..." Ella began to scan Amy up and down, "Will using Aphrodite's protective gear more effective?"

"I refuse! Your Majesty! I refuse!"

The discussion continued like this. The five men of the Staff Team and Ella were thinking in a wild way. Better solutions were proposed one by one, but which of them should be adopted is still a topic worth discussing.

Until a noise came from above the cliff, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

Ayra was worried that the Lübecks would be eaten by the Aztrans, so she hurriedly climbed back to the camp along the ladder. But she saw the savage standing in front of everyone, holding a brass pot in her hand high:

"I opened the ruins and went back to the cave to find it. When I came out, I was almost crushed into the cave!"

The savage was panting, but he was telling his experience with some smugness.

"This is what Master Quilakiri gave me before going to sea. He told me that he could only open it when he encountered danger. Now we are saved!"

The Aztrans burst into cheers, and even Tessomok's face was full of joy. It can be seen that they admired Master Quilakiri very much.

"So, what exactly is installed here?" Ella urged, "Open it and let me see."

The savage nodded, unscrewed the lid of the brass pot, and poured out a gold ring with strange copy engraved, a roll of unwritten kraft paper, and a small stone that looked very ordinary.

As these things were poured out, there was a letter, which looked different from kraft paper, and it seemed to be made of tree bark.

"So, my dear disciple, I don't know what made you decide to open this brass pot, after all, the prophecies obtained from divination are always so vague. But I guess, it's either McGranica's intention to resist my magic, or my staff was pulled out for some reason, right?"

At the beginning of the letter, the writer pointed out the accident that happened right now. This surprised Ella.

"But don't worry, I'm ready for it. Turn the letter to the second page, and I will tell you how to use the cowhide rolls and rings. You can rely on your own strength to tame McGranica; if you don't trust your strength, you can also turn the letter to the third page, which records the use of small stones. Through it, you don't have to do anything, and I can settle everything for you."

"Tasting McGranica by myself?" The savage shook his head and turned the letter directly to the third page. There were only two lines of words: "Twist it into the sea with force, and then you can expect my strength."

The savage grabbed the stone and threw it hard into the sea. The moment the stone touched the sea, a familiar light suddenly lit up on its surface-

"The philosopher's vessel?"

A sudden sharp singing stopped Ella's thoughts fiercely. The moment the stone shone out, this song without a source enveloped the entire island. It stimulated the eardrums of everyone at the same volume. The singing was graceful, but it made people stand up, making their eyes red, and making people unable to help but want to tear their skin with their nails. Many people tear off their clothes and stuffed them into their ears to block the singing, but the singing seemed to pierce into their nerves, and still clearly resounded in everyone's minds!

Just as people were about to be crazy about the song, the light disappeared, and the song ended abruptly. The sound of the wind sounded ambiguously, mixed with the same ambiguous bird songs.

The savage shook his head, which was swollen due to the singing, and looked at the third page again, the words on it had completely changed:
Chapter completed!