Chapter 107 Nautilus!
Night falls.
The curator was running wildly at the foot of the muddy mountain, tirelessly escaping from the cavalry team that was chasing after him.
It wasn't until the sound of the horses' hooves gradually faded away and disappeared into the vast night that he dared to stop and lean against a tree, breathing heavily while his chest heaved violently.
During these few days on the mysterious island, the amount of exercise he exercised was almost as much as his total exercise in the past few decades.
"McPhee, it's not time to rest yet."
Princess Mary stood on his shoulder, looking behind anxiously, with a hint of urgency in her voice, "Edward's minions may catch up at some point. This guy dares to launch a coup to imprison his father. He will never do it so easily." Let us go."
The curator smiled bitterly and joked between breaths: "Your country can even make the military commander hereditary. Isn't a coup sooner or later?"
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Princess Mary nodded silently, looking towards the Lilliputian city where the shadow could no longer be seen in the distance.
There, her parents had been imprisoned, and if Edward could not find them, his wrath would probably be turned on the king and queen.
Sensing the princess' worries, the curator gently comforted her: "Don't worry too much, Mary. The king is usually very kind to Edward. Even if there is a coup, he will only imprison them at most and will not harm them." And as long as I find my companion, with Lango's ability, it will be easy to get rid of Edward and rescue the king. "
However, Princess Mary shook her head slightly, with a look of worry that could not be concealed: "You have been mentioning him all day long, but they haven't found him yet. Who knows where he is now. Maybe he is lost in the dark forest, or maybe... "
The curator asked curiously: "Maybe you are looking in the wrong direction?"
"Perhaps I have abandoned you and escaped alone." Princess Mary said bluntly.
"What?! Impossible, Lango will not abandon me."
The curator's face suddenly changed, and he firmly refuted Mary's opinion. Then he thought of something, and said with worried eyes: "Actually, my safety is not important, because all this is my own choice. I don't care whether I live or die. I would blame anyone. But Lango came to the Mysterious Island because of me. If something happens to him, I will feel guilty even if I die."
Feeling the curator's inner struggle and pain, Princess Mary gently touched his face and gave him silent comfort.
The curator forced a smile, cheered up, patted his butt and stood up, looking around.
Before, he had only been running away in a hurry because he heard from Mary that the dark forest was full of man-eating monsters, so he had been running away along the seaside.
It was already dark at this time, and through the moonlight we could only see a narrow coastline, with steep sea cliffs on one side, and the rough and unfathomable sea on the other side.
"Why are you here?"
The curator murmured to himself, and then decided to walk along the edge of the sea cliff towards the foot of the mountain.
He didn't know where he could go, but for him, staying away from Lilliput, finding a hiding place where he could hide, and leaving a mark to wait for his companions became his only thought at the moment.
Under the sea cliff, the road is rugged, and the waves crash against the rocks from time to time, making waves of roar.
The curator endured the fatigue and discomfort, gritted his teeth and moved forward step by step.
He didn't regret coming to the mysterious island, and it didn't matter to him even if he died on the island, but he hoped that he could die of old age naturally instead of being tortured to death by the soldiers of the Lilliputian Kingdom.
"Found it! At the foot of the mountain!"
However, things always go wrong, and he was discovered by the pursuing soldiers who were already hiding under the cliff.
The dense and rapid sound of horse hooves was approaching quickly. The curator's heart sank to the bottom, his brows were furrowed, and despair spread quietly.
If only one or two hundred soldiers had come, he could have dealt with them at the cost of his injuries, but when he turned around, he saw that the crowd behind them was almost all here to capture him and Princess Mary.
These soldiers are well-equipped, almost all carrying sharp cold weapons and tough ropes.
Even if he could trample them to death, facing these thousands of soldiers who cooperated tacitly, with the absolute numerical advantage, even the "giant" would only end up with bruises all over his body and be captured helplessly.
He looked back at the pursuers behind him, and then stared at the vast and dark sea ahead. After a moment of silence, he turned to Princess Mary on his shoulder and asked softly: "Mary, are you afraid?"
Princess Mary seemed to see through his thoughts, shook her head and replied playfully: "Instead of being Edward's queen, I would rather take risks with the one I love, even if it means death."
"Hahaha, take a deep breath!"
The curator laughed loudly, then took a deep breath and jumped resolutely into the turbulent sea.
The soldiers behind them hurriedly reined in their horses, and saw the princess and the giant rolling and sinking in the waves, making provocative gestures to them from time to time. This scene was both shocking and angry.
"Captain, if we let them escape, the general will not let us go."
After hearing this, the leading soldier snorted coldly: "The waves are so big at night, they can't escape very far. They might be hit by the waves at any time, so just wait here!" In the sea, the curator looked closely behind him. Staring at their soldiers, anxiety surged in his heart, and then he rowed his arms to swim further away. Instead of waiting for death behind him, he would rather give it a try.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred on the sea surface, and a huge wave surged from a distance and spread to all sides.
Then, in everyone's shocked gazes, a pair of green eyes slowly rose from the tumbling waves.
Deep in the dark forest, two blazing bonfires illuminated the surrounding darkness like isolated islands.
From time to time, there were bloodthirsty eyes looking at the camp beside the bonfire in the surrounding woods, but no one dared to step forward.
Although it was already late at night, the atmosphere in front of the bonfire was extremely good.
Having just experienced a dangerous adventure, everyone celebrated happily after surviving the disaster.
However, in this jubilant atmosphere, Lango seemed particularly solemn.
He frowned and concentrated on studying a hand-drawn map given by Tyson. The brushstrokes on it were rough and only roughly outlined the outlines of the various forces on the mysterious island.
"In other words, the direction we are heading now is the territory of Lilliput. There are two countries there?" Lango touched the map with his finger and asked Tyson for confirmation.
"That's right. Although these two Lilliputian countries don't have a large territory, they often have wars with each other."
Tyson blinked his only eye and added, "There is a coast near Lilliput that is surrounded by mountains on three sides. Maybe Mr. McPhee was pushed there by the waves."
Lango nodded, and then turned to the other end of the map curiously: "The 'Giant Country' is marked in the north. How big are the giants there?"
"The teacher took us to see it. Normal humans in that country were only as big as a finger. It was very spectacular."
"What about the south? Why is there no sign on this place?" Lango's eyes then slid to the south, the unmarked dark area.
Others may not know it clearly, but Lango knows that this is the territory of Hotel Transylvania.
Tyson scratched his head, "Teacher Dionysus only told us that it was a restricted area for strangers and we were strictly prohibited from going there, so we didn't know."
Lange nodded slightly, put away the map, put it in his arms, and decided: "Okay, let's go directly to Lilliput after a short rest. I have a hunch that the curator may be waiting for us there."
After saying that, he looked around. Teddy was sleeping soundly on Toothless, while Jones and Laura shared the photos they had taken with each other, their faces full of excitement.
Annabeth seemed to be very chatty with Mavis. The two were sharing a rabbit leg, chatting and laughing.
By the way, there is also the old vampire Victor who disappeared before. This old guy ran away as soon as cracks appeared in the cave, completely disregarding their life and death.
But after Lango finished dealing with the aliens, he followed up shamelessly, pretending that nothing happened.
Lange glanced at these people unhappily and let it go, but he clearly knew that the curator had been gone for a few days, but he acted calmly as if nothing had happened.
It would be fine if he found the curator later. If not, he would give them a lesson and vent his anger.
Shaking his head, Lango turned his attention to Mavis.
Seeing that she had returned to her human form and was gnawing on the rabbit leg leisurely, he asked casually: "Didn't you say before that your stomach was cold and you didn't want to eat?"
When Mavis heard this, a blush flashed across her face, she quickly shook her head and said with a smile, "I'm much better now."
Just when Lange was about to say something more, Professor Jones suddenly came over holding a piece of paper.
"Lango, come and take a look at this."
He handed the paper in his hand to Lango. On it was a series of coordinate locations.
Lange glanced casually and responded in a cold tone: "If you want to persuade me to go to this place together, then I advise you to save your efforts. I will not accompany you to wander around again before you find the curator. Also, Don't make me angry, I'm in a bad mood right now."
Seeing this, Jones quickly clarified the misunderstanding: "You misunderstood Lango. These coordinates were left by the old friend I mentioned before. This is his location on the mysterious island, and I just calculated it."
He raised his hand and pointed to a location in front of him, and said seriously: "The coordinates are on the Lilliputian side. This does not conflict with looking for McPhee."
Lange stared at Professor Jones deeply, and he understood a little about this old guy after this contact.
This is the kind of fanatical old man who is willing to take risks and explore the unknown, even without regard for personal safety or even the lives of his companions.
"What did your companion discover that deserves your attention?" Lange asked with a frown.
Professor Jones hesitated for a moment and finally revealed the truth: "Have you ever heard of the Nautilus?"
(End of chapter)