When Kevin heard the voice, Sinia seemed to be quite conscious, lying in Ian's arms and still looking left and right. But Ian, the old butler, was stiff in his movements, and as if he were being led by a string, he took two more steps towards the edge of the dock, not moving except his feet.

The crowd on the shore all looked at a certain place on the sea, like a flock of geese looking into the distance, as if waiting for something to arrive.

"The sun is about to set, and the time of pilgrimage has arrived......"

The familiar whisper sounded again, and the source was in the crowd.

"Let's go!" Kevin flipped onto Osvid's back in the blink of an eye, and the wolf spread his wings and headed straight into the crowd.

However, at the very moment when they set off, a wall of waves suddenly rose on the seashore that was large enough to cover the sky, and a huge wooden boat broke out of the water.

It was as if it had been sleeping at the bottom of the sea for too many years, the wood had been soaked black, the mast was tattered, and the deck was slippery. The entire hull was covered in dark green moss and seaweed, but an ancient pattern was still clearly visible on the hull of the huge wooden ship, which was two snakes with intertwined tails, entangled in a horizontal "8".

Anyone who has read the almanac knows that it is the symbol of one of the three main gods, Phisar, the witch serpent.

Fisar was the god of the sea and the earth, and people who traveled in the sea always liked to leave the symbolic totem of this deity on various utensils to pray for peace and tranquility.

But this giant ship is also a little amazing.

The moment Kevin saw the wooden boat, he whispered with surprise on his face: "This antique has actually turned out......"

Just as he was mixed with surprise, emotion, and understanding, and his expression was complicated, the wooden boat suddenly turned over, with its bottom facing up and its hull facing down, and landed on the shore with a bang, enveloping all those who were looking delirious.

The planks of the big ship let out a fragile moan that had been worn for years, and in an instant it was swept away by the huge waves.

"Wow-"

The waves receded along the shore in the blink of an eye, and with them disappeared along with the huge wooden boat that was clasped upside down, and the dense crowd of people caught by it.

The whole process was so fast that it was too late to react.

Osvid roared, but no amount of speed could have predicted this, and he grabbed his front paws only to catch the salty seawater full of claws.

Just a little bit!

It's just a little bit of a distance!

Osvid snorted in anger and slammed the rocks soaked by the waves. The huge stone was cracked in response, and shattered into three petals with a click. The wolf galloped away, intending to plunge into the sea and fish up those people, as much as he could.

As a result, as soon as the body jumped up, Kevin pulled the reins: "You can't catch them like this, you can't find them if you jump into the sea, this is not a normal shipwreck." ”

"What do you mean?" Osveld frowned tightly.

"I know where they were taken." Kevin looked at the sea with a solemn face, patted Osveld's neck, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be impatient, wait here for a while." I promise, we'll catch up with them. ”

The place where the man and the beast stood was the simple ferry where Ian had stood with Sinia in his arms.

The stone platform was carved with a bunch of patterns and strokes of unknown significance, like an intricately patterned circle, apparently the mark of the spirits who were accustomed to witchcraft.

As the two of them stood in the middle of the circle, a wooden boat that looked as rudimentary as a stone platform burst out of the water.

The boat had a square cabin, like a square box resting upside down on the ship's board, barely enough to fit four people. This is also the rule of the spirit race, as early as nearly a thousand years ago, they also lived on the mainland, but later because of witchcraft, they had some unpleasant trouble with other races on the land.

They are much smaller than the other races, so they really have no advantage, and the sudden appearance of a tiresome but powerless race like the sandlings has appeared. After nearly 100 years of entanglement with the sand ghosts and almost becoming slaves, they finally couldn't resist migrating and moved to the island.

In general, they rarely come to the land except for the necessary trade, and similarly, people from the mainland are not welcome to go to the island, if there is something important to go to the island, they can only go to a maximum of four at a time, because they have seen enough of the large number of land races.

The small wooden boat in front of him was the last friendship of the Spirit Race to the landers, although the friendship was very limited......

According to the normal situation, Kevin and the others only need to sit in the small square cabin, and the wooden boat will float to the island inhabited by the Spirit Clan on its own, without anyone at the helm.

But the group of people just now were obviously swept into the bottom of the sea, so what is the use of the wooden boat of the Shangling Clan? It's fundamentally the opposite.

Osvid pointed to the wooden boat with a suspicious look on his face and said, "Rely on this to save people? ”

"Wrong, it's chasing." Kevin replied casually as he swept the ground around him.

He stooped down and picked up a small black stone from the ground and beckoned to Osveld: "Go, get on board." Take it easy, don't crash this boat, I advise you to change back to human form first, otherwise you will suffer in a while. ”

Osvid glanced at the wooden box-like cabin, agreeing with Kevin's words.

If he doesn't change his human form, it's hard for him to squeeze through the door.

In the blink of an eye, his silhouette changed, from the form of a beast to a human, and the fur on his body also changed into clothes and pants that could cover his body, only because it was stained with water, it looked wet, sticking to his body, wrapped in his fierce muscles.

Kevin stepped onto the wooden boat first, then loosely tugged at the reins hanging from Osvid's neck, and said, "You can unload this thing, it looks weird." ”

If it's a scrawny or messy person, with this stuff wrapped around it, it feels like you're being abused and enslaved. But such a tall man with smooth and full muscles is entangled in this thing, how do you look at it......

The so-called red and black who are close to Zhu, the bright god who originally thought very upright and even had a little cold feeling, after being accused of being filthy a few times, he became more and more aware of what it meant to be "filthy".

He was rather displeased to take the reins off the emperor's neck, but he didn't throw them away, just carried them in his hands.

Osvid thought that Kevin had the reins and planned to use them when he turned back into a wolf, so he didn't ask too much, followed Kevin into the small boat, and bent down into the square cabin.

As soon as he sat down, Kevin came over and grabbed one of his wrists, and without saying a word, wrapped the reins around his wrists, and hung the other side on the roof of the cabin, tied very tightly.

"What are you doing?" Osveld glared at him in astonishment, and after pulling his wrist twice, he found that he couldn't move at all, and he didn't know what knot the man had tied up.

"Fix it for you, and you'll thank me later." Kevin walked out of the cabin without looking back, and waved his hand very angrily: "I'll say no thank you in advance." ”

Osvid: "......"

He walked outside the cabin and tossed the small black stone in his hand. Small stones are drawn on the outer wall of the boat, and the effect is like charcoal. Kevin scribbled a lying "8" there.

At the moment when the end of the strokes is connected, the entire pattern line flashes with a gentle white light, and returns to normal in the blink of an eye.

Kevin threw away the boulders, dusted his hands, and stooped into the cabin.

He did not sit in a modest seat made of wooden planks, but grabbed the hatch with one hand, hooked the reins around Osveld's wrist with the other, leaned lazily against the door, and said to Oswald: "Small boats are more troublesome than big ships, and they need to hold their breath for a longer time, come, listen to me, take a deep breath." ”

Osvid subconsciously followed him and took a deep breath of air.

In the next second, the whole wooden boat turned over in an instant, the bottom of the boat was facing up, and the hull was facing down, it was simply spinning! Osveld was slammed into the hard planks of the cabin, smashing back and forth twice, almost knocking his brain out.

The sea poured in, and the impact slammed into Osvid's chest, and before he could even open his eyes, it was directly over his body.

Osvid: "......"

He finally understood why Kevin tied him up in the cabin, if it weren't for the fact that he was tied so tightly and threw him so angry, he would have flown out of the cabin a long time ago.

But Kevin didn't tie anything!

He fumbled with his other empty hand in the midst of the tumbling sea, and after a moment of heart-pounding worry, he finally touched the bastard's hand.

I don't know if it's his delusion, but he feels that Kevin seems to be still leaning firmly against the door, and is not falling around in embarrassment like he is.

But how is that possible?

He quickly denied this, how could he be in such a situation, without borrowing any strength, and leaning so firmly against the door frame?

Osvid laughed inwardly, thinking that he might have been dumbfounded by the cabin.

But soon, he didn't have the extra brain to think about it—

The massive jolts and shakes made it almost impossible for him to hold his breath completely, and it consumed the breath he had taken too deeply.

As Kevin had reminded him before, he needed to hold his breath for a lot longer than he thought, and he could hardly imagine what kind of process it would be like this.

He was vaguely aware that the entire ship had sunk in the sea, and he had no way of knowing why it was so bumpy and so difficult......

The process of holding your breath is not so pleasant, to be precise, very painful. Every second felt like a hundred years, and Osveld felt like his lungs were going to be hollowed out.

Just after what he felt was thousands of years had passed, he finally fell into a feeling of suffocation uncontrollably.

Kevin, who was holding the reins in one hand and leaning against the door frame, suddenly noticed that the people around him began to struggle, his eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowed, and he looked very painful. Obviously, it is still very difficult for ordinary people to survive to the end in one go.

Kevin gave him a worried look, then eventually shrugged his shoulders and turned his head away.

When the breath was sent to his lungs, Osveld's brain was still in the void of lack of oxygen, and he didn't react for a while.

It wasn't until the tingling pain in his lungs finally disappeared and his stagnant brain finally began to work again that he realized that someone had come to breathe a sigh of relief. It is self-evident who the person who crosses the air is.

Osvid never imagined that he would experience such a feeling—one second he was suffocating and almost dying, and the next he was so satisfied that his soul was about to float.

The opportunity to come to the door, whoever lets it go is a fool.

Kevin sighed and was about to let go and continue to lean against the door, but as soon as he turned his face away, he found that His Majesty the Emperor was staring at him with his eyes open.

He didn't expect this person to live so fast, and he was stunned for a moment.

In just one moment, Osvid had already kissed him.

Kevin turned his head a little, and Osvid chased after him, and finally simply grabbed him by the waist and pulled him close to him.

As he pressed the tip of his tongue against Kevin's lips, he felt like his whole body was on fire.

The previous potion seemed to have worked again, and the effect had already steamed into his brain without catalyzing. This time, soaking in cold water didn't work, he was immersed in the sea, and he still wanted to get closer to the person in front of him, close enough to dissolve him into his body, or dismantle him into his stomach.

With all his might, Osveld turned around in the churning waters, and with the reins tied around his wrists, he pinned Kevin to the corner by the hatch, kissing him eagerly, and pressing his knee between his legs, and pushing him against the bulkhead.

He was so excited that he didn't hear the sound of the boat breaking through the water, and he didn't even notice that the whirling jolting had stopped.

His ears were filled with only his own heavy gasps, and if he heard him correctly, occasionally mixed in with Kevin's, which made him even more insane.

He couldn't help but bite down Kevin's chin, all the way to his neck, and just as he rubbed the tip of his nose against Kevin's skinny neck bone, about to bite it, he vaguely felt something pass by his closed eyes.

Since you can feel it with your eyes closed, there must be light, but ...... They were in a cramped cabin, and he was buried in Kevin's neck. What can be here that will shine light?