The Guatia Swamp is still so misty. Even when autumn just came, the day and evening here are always shrouded in haze. This is caused by the wet climate in the swamp. However, to outsiders entering the swamp, it seems that some terrible monsters are always hidden in the misty darkness.

The icons on the road to the swamp had been destroyed before they left his territory, and before Don Bavi left his territory, they had destroyed the obvious marks. Although they must have kept some secret notes to connect with the monastery in the swamp, walking in the swamp would become a very dangerous thing without the familiar guide.

Most of the swamps look like semi-dry mud ponds, but many places are bottomless traps. Every step forward in such places is a risk, especially for those in armor and heavy weapons, this is their hell.

In the Balkans, Alexander's army officially relied on the special terrain of the swamp to delay the elite Ottoman troops with less force. Although they eventually lost in the battle, the Ultramans, who had the advantage of military strength and weapons, also paid a heavy price.

This is a victory that can flexibly utilize the terrain, and now, James Columbus is facing a difficult problem like the Ottomans.

Fortunately, he didn't have to face enemies armed to the teeth, but just thought about how to pass through this terrible swamp.

The Guatia Swamp is low in terrain, and a large river that often floods the muddy wetland from time to time. Whenever the river floods, Guatia Swamp will completely become a vast ocean, and even those who can barely be flooded.

It is September, and it is the time for floods. From a distance, Guadiasse is completely submerged in the turbid mud flood. Large areas of bare tree trunks stand on the water, looking indescribable strange.

It is impossible to see the monastery deep in the swamp from where James stood. Apart from the fog that floated by, the trunks in the swamp became the only "scenery", but it looked like a strange picture no matter how you looked at it, without any beauty worth looking forward to.

"The people living here are crazy," said a man, holding the bottom of the wine pot in his hand, and drank the last sip of rum on his mouth. Then he threw the wine pot on the ground, smearing the wine on his lips and said to James, who had been looking at the swamp, "I don't know who found this job for you, but I said that the head looks a bit evil."

"It's not a good place, but our money is there." James nodded. He also felt that the people living here had a problem with their brains, but thinking about it was probably this person who was very important that the Duke Don Bavi hid her in a ghost place where such a timid person wouldn't want to come.

"If you can guarantee that we can get a lot of money, we can still take risks," his companion muttered. The pirates who have made great reputations on the sea have become almost paranoid. When they pursue every gold coin, they often do not need to trade their lives for the chance to gain wealth again and again. Now I heard that if they can get a lot of money, the swamp has become less terrible in an instant.

"Some people don't want us to find her, but they absolutely wouldn't have thought that the one who came to find her would be a group of pirates."

James smiled. He had already fallen in love with this kind of life. Although he had the opportunity to open up the new world Alexander said with Columbus, he wanted to continue the free and exciting life of pirates. This was not just wealth, but a kind of enjoyment. In this way, he even believed that even if he found the magical land that was not discovered in the legend, he would probably not stay on the land for too long, because it would make him feel that he was firmly bound to the ground under his feet, and what he liked was standing on the deck facing the sea that was always full of unknowns, horrors, and also made him feel relaxed and happy.

James looked at the companions who followed him. These people were the ones he trusted the most, and they were also a group of people with quick hands and nimble minds. Of course, they were all stupid and stupid. Seeing these people preparing things quickly, he instructed his companions next to him: "Just find some clothes suitable for young women to wear, don't be too gorgeous and ordinary, after all, it's too eye-catching to take a nun so far."

"So what we are going to grab this time is a nun. Is she beautiful?" The companion cracked his mouth and exposed a mouthful of black and yellow sprouts. This is Zhang's face that looks rough when drinking and is exposed to the wind and sun on the sea. The red rosacea nose in the middle of the face looks very funny.

"I don't know, but I can tell everyone to be honest after seeing that woman. I don't want to cut off their necks because of someone doing stupid things."

James's words changed his companion's face slightly. He knew that the boss was not joking. Not many people knew the name of James Columbus. People were more familiar with his elder brother Christopher Columbus, but if "Blackbeard" was mentioned, it would be another matter.

Cruel, cold, ruthless and greedy, this is the description of the pirate Blackbeard, but as a companion who is familiar with him, all these words do not really describe the horror and horror of James Columbus.

With a group of pirates seemingly busy but with clear division of labor, several wooden rafts were quickly built. These wooden rafts were made of temporarily cut down nearby tree trunks, and vines that could be found everywhere connecting the trunks. This is a very simple task, but it is not easy to complete them in such a short time.

The pirates under James were obviously used to the panic rhythm of working quickly in a hurry. They even had time to make fun of each other, but after listening to James' order, these people were silent a lot.

When he pushed it down the shore, he looked at the raft falling into the water, which first sank downwards, and then steadily floated on the water. James smiled with satisfaction.

The roads in the swamp are indeed hidden and dangerous, which is enough to prevent a large number of troops from invading this place. However, the swamp cannot prevent floods, nor can it prevent people who use rafts to enter it while being flooded.

James didn't know what special thing was that Sister Alphonte so that Alexander ordered her to be taken, but after he learned about the terrain of the Guatia Swamp, he made this plan in a short time.

This can be said to be due to the coincidence of the season, but James himself prefers that Alexander had thought of this method before.

Don Bavi should not have thought that someone might take advantage of the opportunity of flooding the swamps to enter this area. It was probably because he thought that if someone really knew about the existence of the nun Alphate, he would not have had so much patience to wait until such a season before taking action. Once he tried to force himself into the swamp, the swamps would not only swallow the invading uninvited guests, but also give him time to come to support after hearing the news.

When he revealed the news about this nun to Alexander, he hoped to get more support from the pope through Alexander, but he obviously did not expect that the crucial ace in his hand became Alexander's target.

Rafts broke through the turbid water and flew towards the depths of the swamp. As the smog gradually broke open, the outline of a looming tall building appeared in the distance. The pirates seemed to smell the smell of gold coins. They knew that the sale would receive a large amount of reward, which was enough for them to squander and enjoy for a while.

As for their leader, many people feel that they cannot understand what Blackbeard James is thinking. It is said that he is studying hard now. This is not like a pirate, but it has nothing to do with them.

James was indeed learning, and he felt that he needed to enrich his knowledge more and more. From Alexander, he already knew that the duke had great ambitions, and the most typical manifestation of this ambition was his desire to possess the magical land in the future.

But James knew that if it was really a vast land as Alexander said, it would inevitably lead to competition among various maritime powers. James hoped that he would have a place in this competition in the future, then he, who is just a pirate leader, would obviously not be able to handle such a heavy burden.

James was eager to lead a fleet, and if the Duke could give him this opportunity, he could become another person in the Columbus family who left his name and footnotes in history.

Navy Commander James Columbus, not Pirate Blackbeard James, was his dream now, so he spared no effort to serve the Duke of Roman Thesia in order to one day fulfill this long-cherished wish.

The monastery in the distance was clearly visible, and James raised his hand to stop moving forward.

The raft was docked in a forest on a water siege, because the weather was gloomy, it was not easy to find, which also gave him the opportunity to observe the monastery carefully.

"Boss, this is not easy to deal with," muttered the companion who was holding the rosacea, "Even women who stand on top can drive us down with crutches."

"You think gold coins are so easy to get," James said angrily. He still hopes to be able to take these accomplices who have used their convenience to become a real navy in the future. However, he also knows that this is not realistic. Many people are destined to part ways in the future, but at least these people have to listen to him now. "Let's wait till night. This is a monastery, not a castle. Don't worry, there will be a chance."

Waiting always seemed so long. When the sunshine covered by the clouds finally turned westward, James woke the dozing pirates, he let the raft get closer, and carefully observed the monastery on the edge of the woods.

The monastery was built on a raised high ground in the swamp. The flood had flooded the dry land that originally stretched into the swamp as a small pier. Now, the flood waves can be slightly larger and can be directly hit on the closed monastery gate. Even in the slightly higher terrain, most of them have been flooded.

This would allow the raft to be almost all the way to the base of the monastery, but in this way they would have almost no place to stay.

"We have to find a way to climb up," James whispered.

"I don't care if it's a mast climb, but this wall is not easy to climb," said Rosacea in a dilemma. "I thought I could go in just knocking on the door, but now it seems to be really troublesome."

"If it's as simple as entering a brothel in San Diego, do you think we'll have money?" James mocked and asked someone to paddle a raft and observe quietly around the monastery from afar, until he finally discovered a large area of ​​stone walls that were obviously much darker than the walls in other places.

Just as the light was already dim and almost impossible to see, James tried his best to observe the stone wall carefully. Finally, he saw a small hole in the wall about three or two people high.

"That's it, did you see it?" James pointed to the hole in the wall that was slowly flowing down the gaps in the wall. "From that you can go in."

"That place is enough," said Rosacea with a little embarrassment. "Perhaps the feces of the entire monastery will be poured out from there."

"This is the only way, what do you want to do? Are you waiting for the people inside to open the door and invite you?"

James said as he touched his chin and thought about what to do. After a while, he waved his hands to everyone around him to pad the raft away.

"Listen, after entering, you will immediately occupy the front wall. As far as I know, the gate of this monastery is sealed, so don't have the idea of ​​opening the door."

"What's going on with this monastery? Did the people inside make a vow or did they hide some treasures? They actually sealed the gate."

Someone asked in confusion, but couldn't get the answer from James.

In fact, James didn't know who the nun Alphonte was, but he remembered a sentence in Alexander's letter: "Complete this task and you can get the reward you want the most."

What James wants most is his armed fleet.

Although Alexander had promised him that he and Columbus would lead a fleet separately to explore the secrets of the new colony, he would rather have a fleet that was completely commanded by himself.

James believed in Alexander's promise.

At the beginning, he just came to Iberia according to Alexander's intentions. Now the wealth he has is enough to make him despise the families of many nobles.

The night finally came, and several rafts quietly crossed the water surface. The sound of the raft head hitting the shore seemed a little loud. The people above were bent down. When they found that nothing was abnormal, the people immediately leaned carefully along the slippery mud slope toward the wall of the monastery.

After stroking the wall for a while, Rosacea signaled his tall companions to squat down, and then climbed upwards on his shoulders.

"Be careful not to get yourself stuck in it," James reminded, "but it should be wide enough inside."

"Maybe wide enough, but this smell is really bad." Rosacea complained in a low voice while crawling up. His hand wrapped in a strip of cloth grabbed the stone that had been corroded by feces and urine for many years and was covered with urinary alkali. After exhausting his strength, he finally grabbed the edge of the wall hole.

Watching Rosacea's figure struggle and gradually disappearing into the entrance of the drainage ditch, James waved his hand to the others and signaled to wait.

The sewer entrance of the monastery is often not so exquisitely built. In some places, it is even directly a large hole that leads directly to the outside. James believes that this convent is no exception.

The wait was long, and someone around him became anxious because of impatience, but James kept his patience.

This is the result of his pirate career over the years. On the sea full of unknowns and dangers, in addition to nature, what is even more terrifying is the threat from his opponents. Sometimes he can't help but feel angry and the result is that he may turn from a hunter into a prey.

A nearly inaudible sound came from the wall above his head. James immediately looked up and saw half of the figure poking out from the dark wall.

"Okay, come on."

After confirming that this road could indeed be done, the pirates began to climb up the big man's shoulders.

Looking at the figures disappearing into the holes in the wall, James smiled with satisfaction in the night.

The deep darkness covered too many things, and the convent deep in the Guadias swamp was completely shrouded in this darkness. The flood turned the swamp into a vast ocean, which made the closest families have to leave here.

So no one noticed what happened in the swamp in the middle of the night, and no one smelled the night wind blowing that night, in addition to the unique smell of the swamp, there was also the faint smell of blood.

It was not until a long time later, when those who usually delivered food to the monastery arrived on schedule, they realized that they could not call to open the gate of the monastery in any case, and the entire monastery was like a dead tomb.

When they finally couldn't bear to risk climbing the wall and entering, these people found that there was no one in the entire convent except for the large blockbuster that looked black and dry, and the blood stains that were awakened.

All the people in the convent seemed to disappear from the world overnight, which made this monastery that was originally mysterious in the minds of the locals even more confusing.

Gradually, the legend of Guatia Swamp Monastery became a creepy and terrifying story.

Until many years later, an oriental youth was planning to experience this famous monastery called haunted in the mainland of Iberia because of his strong interest in this ancient Spanish legend.

On this night in September 1501, a group of people were sailing into the upper reaches of the Guadal River on a raft from the river that had been penetrated due to flooding.

The boat that had been docking on the shore for a long time immediately threw down several soft ladders, and a group of people climbed onto the sailboat, one of the burly big men carrying a strip of blankets on their shoulders.

Then the rafts were destroyed and broken apart. Looking at the trunks flowing along the river, James let out a sigh of relief.

Everything was done secretly, and he believed that no one would know her whereabouts before sending that nun Alphon to Alexander.

The sailboat quickly left the shore and gradually disappeared into the night.
Chapter completed!