"It is said that the world of Sainz is a giant spherical celestial body, which is round! As long as I keep working in one direction, I can always reach the land!"

The hapless Richard had been banished to the central ocean by the renegade crew for four full days, and he was tired, thirsty, and hungry.

If it weren't for the support of the power of the bloodline, the bloodline knight would have fainted under the scorching sun long ago.

After surviving the hardships of cursing the traitorous crew and adrift alone on the ocean for three days, Richard began to scavenge for his barren knowledge of the plane and comfort himself that if he rowed in the same direction, he would always return to the land he loved so much.

However, soon, the Bloodline Knight violently threw the oar onto the boat, because his vision was all blue, and there was no other reference except the heavenly Tai**, and after a period of rowing, he began to lose his already pitiful sense of direction.

Richard looked at the sword beside him—the crew had left him to commit suicide—and began to miss his compass, his spatial ring, his magic web ring, and his mellow red wine.

A minute later, the Bloodline Knight shouted angrily to the sky, "Sea, sea, sea, should I still fucking thank the gods for not at least not letting me be subjected to a raging storm!"

When the last syllable of Richard cursing the gods disappears into the sea, the mutation occurs.

The originally calm sea suddenly rippled, becoming more and more violent, rolling up broken waves and surging.

Richard's mouth opened wide and let the small wooden boat toss up and down in the waves, left and right, was this the punishment for cursing fate just now, but did it come too quickly?

The entire surface of the sea began to shake, and not far away, the water rotated clockwise, gradually forming a whirlpool.

The whirlpool stirs the sea, and the sea gradually tilts and sinks, forming an inclined plane.

In the terrifying gaze of the Bloodline Knight, the whirlpool grew bigger and bigger, and even a suffocating sea eye appeared in the center, and the outstanding eyesight allowed the Bloodline Knight to even see the deep blue and deep under the turbulent sea eye!

"Jeffrey, you damned traitor, bastard, treacherous, the Parker family won't let you go, the gods of order and knighthood will—ah—" The Bloodline Knight slumped into the boat.

Now, the boat began to spin under the tutelage of the whirlpool, getting closer and closer to the central sea eye, and before the majesty of nature, the boat was as insignificant as a leaf.

Richard could easily feel the angle of the ship's tilt and the Grim Reaper's Messengers beginning to descend on the boat, their hands stretched out to him in black cloaks and masks of the Death Birds......

In the next second, a spectacular scene that he will never forget broke into view - a huge shadow was rapidly rising from the eye of the sea, it was a huge sailing ship!

A sailboat sailing on the bottom of the sea!

The Bloodline Knight didn't care about the boat that was about to capsize and the waves that splashed on his face, and his eyes greedily captured the image in the eyes of the sea.

The first to leap out of the sea was the bow of the sailboat—there might have been a few figures on it, but it was too fast for Richard to see—along with the waves that were tens of feet high.

Richard swore he saw the lightness of a dolphin and the hideousness of a shark the moment the bow leaped out of the sea, beauty and strength intertwined on this sailboat.

Whoa—

More waves were swept up into the sky by the follow-up hull, and then fell, as if a terrible torrential rain, dense and urgent.

The huge waves crashed down and knocked Richard to the bottom of the sea with the others, and because of this, the Bloodline Knight couldn't see how the sailboat had landed on the surface.

But Richard thought it must have been very gentle, perhaps a little graceful, for he had not heard a single deafening sound.

Most importantly, he was saved!

Even if he had just seen a dilapidated ghost ship, he would have felt that the other party was as beautiful as a graceful little girl.

"Help, is there anyone?" the Bloodline Knight shouted as he dragged his tired body up from the water, waving his hands at the massive galleon.

Perfect, this was Richard's first impression when he saw the sailboat.

I saw that the length of the huge sailing ship was about 100 yards, and the hull was carved with some intricate patterns and symbols, and the sails were beautiful silver—there seemed to be a woman's face on it, and his vision was a little blurry because he was too tired to see clearly—and the whole ship was reverberated with a magical power.

It was magical energy, and although Richard was only a bloodline knight, he was no stranger to the fluctuation of magical energy, and it was very strong.

This is a magic sailing ship that has been enchanted, otherwise he can't explain what he saw just now, and he just doesn't know which magic ship it belongs to.

Richard struggled in the water, trying to see what was on the boat, but found nothing.

"Hello, can anyone hear me?" and the Bloodline Knight shouted two more words, as he didn't get the desired response.

This time, he finally got a response.

It was a very heroic female knight in leather armor, with healthy wheat-colored skin, and looked at him condescendingly.

Facing the knightess's scrutinizing gaze, Richard hurriedly showed a smile that he thought was the most perfect, and pleaded with him in a lingua franca: "Hello, beautiful lady, as you can see that I have suffered a little accident, if it is convenient, can you take me for a ride? You can drop me down anywhere, as long as it is not on the sea." ”

"Give him a rope. After nearly ten seconds of silence, the female knight turned to the others who Richard couldn't see.

Soon, a rope was thrown from the ship by another female knight.

Desperate, Richard grabbed the rope and climbed onto the sailboat and said, "Thank you for your kindness and generosity, beautiful lady." Seriously, if I hadn't met you, I might have had to accept the invitation of the Grim Reaper today - I hate the sea!"

"I don't like that!" a male voice with a peculiar accent fell into Richard's ears, somewhat similar to the tone of the Golden Empire.

The Bloodline Knight looked up and saw a man who couldn't yet be called a young man with his hands on his chest and looking at him condescendingly.

"Uh...... May I ask you ......" The other party's tattoo that starts from the left side of his face and extends to his neck, like a few green snakes, makes Richard use honorifics at critical moments.

"As you can see, the owner of this ship. ”

Richard was a little embarrassed, he didn't know which sentence had made the young captain in front of him unhappy.

If you don't change your mind soon, you'll probably be thrown back into the sea, again, and this time there is no boat—the boat has long been swallowed up by the whirlpool.

Suddenly, the word captain flashed through Richard's mind, and he knew what he was wrong.

"I love the sea!" the Bloodline Knight forced himself to smile with a most impeccable smile.

"Very well, come on. ”