As the sailboat sails on the sea, the moonlight pours down from the sky, blends with the water, and turns into sparkling satin with the undulations of the waves. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The pennant embroidered with golden roses fluttered high on the bow of the ship, the flag was not large, and it was only an arm's length when it was unfurled against the night wind, but the golden pattern against the silver bottom was very conspicuous, and the whole Worms dared to use these two colors to make a sea flag.

After rescuing Marten, Thor knew that it was impossible to sneak to Worms and try not to alarm the "big guys" such as the Conrad family, so he simply hung the flag and saved some trouble.

As for what Miss Conrad had in mind about inviting him, he had already thought about it and was about to meet him.

The small cabin was lit with candles, which had been "captured" from Malten's ship, and although it was just a sundre for pirates and merchants, Thor's ship did not have it.

The warriors also took off several sets of leather armor from the dead mercenaries and replaced them with themselves, and a few other linen clothes were also brought to his ship by Thor, so that all the other people who had no clothes to wear were replaced with sackcloth clothes.

Unfortunately, with the exception of Morey, the barbarians were so tall that their clothes did not fit at all, so they could only be torn apart and wrapped around their bodies as cloth robes, and then tied with their coat belts, although they were a little ugly, they were not as eye-catching as they were naked.

"Shall we, then, go with Marten to his house and bring his wife and daughter out when we arrive at Worms?"

Thor stood at a small table with a candlestick, drawing on it with charcoal as he asked the other three in front of him.

Both Morey and Kratos nodded in agreement, and there were many sweat stains on Malten's fat cheeks, and he was the first to agree, and then looked up at Thor in confusion for a moment and asked him:

"Morey...... Sir, won't you join us?" It has been two days since the fat merchant's ship was hijacked, and several of them are now a little more acquainted.

"The old man must arrange for the rest of the people and the goods to settle down first," replied Soltimorey, and then went on to ask Malten:

"Besides, do you have a big place to stay in Worms?" he said, gesturing with his thumb to the door of the cabin behind him.

"I still have a lot of companions to relocate, and it's best to be in a poorly managed place like the lower district......"

Malten glanced at Thor suspiciously, he had been staying in this small cabin all these days, because he was worried about the safety of his family and was in no mood to do anything else, and secondly, Thor had restricted him a little and did not allow him to tour the ship at will.

But he didn't think much about it, since he saw the sea flag symbolizing the Conrad family that Thor displayed, Malten regarded him as his only lifesaver, and he also obeyed Thor and said whatever he asked.

At this time, he didn't ask much and replied directly:

"Yes - I have a storehouse for grain in the lower district......" said this, his expression darkened, and a sad expression appeared on his face

"But it won't be long before it doesn't belong to me...... But at least I think we can stay there for a few days. ”

"Hmm. Thor nodded, it would be easy to do it if he had a place to stay, his biggest headache was how to place the twenty-five dire wolves, and it would be best if there was a large warehouse at the moment.

"You don't have to worry too much about the money you owe Glenmeier, I'll try to ask Miss Conrad to intercede on your behalf. Saul patted the fat man on the shoulder and comforted him a few words, in exchange for the other man's watery eyes, looking at him gratefully.

With a chill down his spine, Thor snorted, turned around and walked out the door: "It's been a long time, shouldn't we be there?"

Their ship passed through the Pearl Islands at dusk today, and at that speed, according to Malten, it should have reached Platinum Harbour by night.

The wind hasn't changed much along the way, and Thor speculates that it's almost there.

The four of them went up the stairs from the cabin, pushed open the large hatch and went to the deck, where the cool sea breeze stirred Thor and the fresh air rushed to his nostrils, as if to force his brain to wake up.

"My lord—" Ingvar stood at the bow of the boat, and when he heard the sound of the four men coming out, he hurriedly trotted to Thor.

"How long will it take to get to Worms?" stroking the side of the ship as he walked forward, Thor nodded his foot and looked into the distance.

Ingvar, who was behind him, touched his head and said to him:

"It stands to reason that it's almost there, or maybe it's too dark for us to see, right?"

Thor patted his head, yes, it was already night at this time, and there was no light except the moonlight, and it was normal to not see the harbor from a distance.

"That's not necessarily—" "I'm afraid not......" As soon as Ingvar's words fell, Morey and Malten spoke out against each other, and Thor turned his head to look at them strangely, quietly waiting for their explanations.

Malten smiled at Morey with some embarrassment, he didn't expect the two of them to be so in lockstep, Morey stroked his beard and stretched out his hand, signaling for the fat merchant to explain to Thor.

"Ahem...... This, my lord, Platinum Harbor also has a nickname in Wotan. The fat man habitually turned the emerald wrench on his finger to explain in a mysterious way.

"Oh, what's the nickname?" asked Thor curiously.

"Bright Harbor-" His lips opened and closed up and down, and Marten gently spat out three words, and Thor was about to continue to ask, but felt a slight change in the light on the side.

He turned around and leaned on the side of the boat to look ahead, and was stunned at a glance, "What's that?"

In front of the sailboat, the figure of the high continent slowly emerged, like a giant lying in the sky, and the peaks and ravines belonging to Wotan were displayed in front of Thor for the first time, but it was not something that surprised him.

Closer to him, a small island isolated from the continent of Wotan, like an island in the middle of a lake somewhere, floated silently on the sea level, and in the middle of it stood a tower a hundred meters high.

At this moment, with the tower as the center, the surrounding sea is illuminated by a faint, soft, bright shimmer, as if the light melts into the wind, elusive but everywhere.

Giving birth to this light is a bright, enchanting night pearl located at the top of the tower.

"Oh my God......" Thor sighed involuntarily, although he was still far away to see how big the pearl was that night, but judging by the light he emitted, it was definitely beyond the size of the ordinary "bead".

"Eye of Badr - every time you look at him, you have the feeling that the god of light is really watching you. Malten stepped forward lightly, came to Thor and said unusually calmly:

"Anyone who sees it will be as amazed as you were. ”

Thor couldn't even take his eyes off the beautiful picture, "Eye of Badr—" he muttered to himself, the sight worthy of being named after the god of light.