"Damn it, I'm a top craftsman who can only listen to the instructions of a hairy boy now, and what fishing rods do I have to use these rags!"

Cooper muttered, using his knife to carve grooves into the wooden pole for reeling threads.

"I heard that, I suggest you close your mouth and finish the work in hand!" Draenor turned to Cooper.

"Lao Tzu likes to break his thoughts when he is working, do you have any opinions?" The dwarf shouted angrily.

"Can't you two get along? It's been a noisy ...... early in the morning," Viklico came out of the cabin sleepily, only to see that there was no filth on the deck, and even the mast was spotlessly clean.

"It seems that he shouted loudly, and he was still very sharp when he came back from work!" Vicchily said, leading Jeanne to the edge of the deck.

When she returned to Hecheng, she bought a new set of clothes for Jeanne, and changed them for her after the injection in the morning.

Her black shirt was embroidered with ornate and slightly constricted tassels, her curvaceous figure was revealed at the cowhide corset, and her long curvaceous legs were wrapped in slightly loose bloomers.

She stood on the deck with her knee-high boots on her feet, the sea breeze gently blowing her long jet-black hair up in the air.

"Look at you, you look so energetic in this outfit!" Vicchily couldn't praise Jeanne's new image.

"Thank you, Miss Vicky, for a bit of a complicated fit, but it fits perfectly. I don't feel like a kid growing up in a tribe anymore. Jeanne smiled as she covered her mouth with her slender fingers.

"There are still two vials of blood booster left after today, and your eyesight will be completely restored in no time!" Vicilico said, counting the potions in her backpack.

"Yes, thank you very much for your attentive attention!" Jeanne smiled and bowed to Viklico.

Wickelli laughed and said nothing, and walked over to Cooper's side, still having a lot to say to the dwarven master.

"Uncle Cooper, when did you meet my father?"

"Ah, that's been a few years, it's been a miracle for a few years, I was only in my early thirties at that time, and in a blink of an eye, I became an old man in his hundreds." Cooper looked up at the calm sea, recalling the distant past.

"How many years is one, sixteen? You're a lot older than me! I'm only 120 years old. Vicilico counted with her fingers.

"Except for those guys from the Heavenly Spirit Clan, who dares to compare their age with the Blood Sect? Although the life span of the dwarves is not that long, it is still much more than that of the Canaanites, and I am one hundred and thirty-one years old this year, and I am almost half of the age of being buried in the earth.

"Hey, you say, the life span of dwarves is almost half that of the Blood Sect, does it have anything to do with our short stature?"

Uncle Cooper laughed to himself, and Vicky laughed along with him.

"To tell you the truth, although he is Abraham's biological daughter, the time he has lived with him is very short, and the total time is less than ten years, what kind of person do you think my father is?" Vicky narrowed her smile and asked Cooper.

"Although it's hard to judge family affairs as an outsider, as a friend, he's still a pretty good person. We are very good poker friends in private, your dad Prod card is a must, I have to lose a few times and go bankrupt! Cooper smiled wryly.

Per...... What cards? "It's the first time Vikly has heard of this kind of game.

"The children of now...... Prod card! porl?der, originally referring to our dwarven shaman's divination, has evolved into a board game! I don't have any cards in my hand right now, so I can teach you young people the essence of this game. The dwarf said with a smile.

Suddenly, there was a jolt under his feet, and everyone was shaken by the sudden shock, especially Draenor who was standing on the side of the handrail, who had planned to wash off his clothes with salvaged seawater on the edge of the deck, but the sudden jolt made him not grasp it for a while, and his blood-stained shirt fell into the sea.

"Damn, how many years has this broken ship not sailed?" Cooper stamped his feet in anger, and the deck creaked with his leather boots. Another jolt ensued.

"Old man, are you stomping too hard?" Draenor quickly lowered down and held on to the eaves.

"I'm not to blame!" Cooper was so angry that his beard was about to blow up to the top of his head.

"Something is wrong, you look under the boat!" Vikiriko shouted as she leaned on the handrail, pointing down.

Draenor looked down and saw that instead of the seawater, the bottom of the boat was supported by a large circular floor with very fine lines, countless hexagonal stone bricks inlaid on the floor, and colorful anemones and barnacles hung on it.

"What is this? How could a piece of floor suddenly rise from the sea? Draenor shouted, pointing under the boat.

"It does look like a piece of floor, is it some tidal island?"

With that, Vicky turned around and tumbled over the deck handrail, tumbling and falling to the floor. She drew her spear and stabbed it at the slate, which was not usually strong, and the spear was violently bounced away by the reaction force, and dazzling sparks splashed in the air.

"Vicky, what the hell are you doing?" Draenor shouted to Vekirico under the boat.

"Don't worry, thanks to the damn floor, our ship looks completely stuck." Vicky looked back and saw that the sailboat was blocked by a raised stone slab.

She flicked her arms and took a closer look at the strange stone slabs beneath her feet, some as thick and hard as marble, others bulging into the air like translucent ground glass. Vicilico tightened her shoulders and stabbed her spear at the transparent stone slab with a crisp sound, which was pierced with an irregular crack.

"It seems that this protruding transparent stone slab can be broken, hurry down and take a hand! Let's get rid of the slate next to the keel! ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the whole ground began to tremble again, and Viklico's feet slipped and fell to the ground, and she quickly clasped the lines on the stone slab with her hand so that she would not slide into the sea. Just as she was breathing a sigh of relief, Draenor seemed to point ahead and shout something.

I saw a stone pillar with a diameter of more than ten meters standing high at the end of the circular floor, and the top of the stone pillar was a smooth oval sphere, which was slowly rotating on the stone pillar, and the shining gems were facing Vikirico with a strange light.

Vicky reached out to wipe the water from her eyes, and when she looked closely, she felt the pores all over her body shrink tightly.

It was a giant sea beast head!

"Vicky!" Vikily came back to her senses when she heard Draenor shouting, and she drew her spear and aimed it at the monster's eye and was about to throw it away, but the head turned back slowly, and with another shaking, she noticed that the water around her was actually moving.

"Draenor, I take back what I just said, this is not a tidal island, it's a giant turtle!" Vicky said, getting up and grabbing the tar-soaked wooden wall and crawling down the side of the hull back to the deck.

"Vicky, if I'm not mistaken, this guy is taking us in the opposite direction of Abel!" Draenor looked at the compass in his hand, he couldn't be more sure.

"Apparently this guy is swimming much faster than a sailboat, Cooper, how is your rod doing?" Vicilico rolled over and jumped onto the deck and asked Cooper.

"It's so-so, but it's more than enough to catch some small fish."

"Give an accurate answer, how many small fish can you hang?"

"Hmm...... Three kilograms? Hold four kilograms, no more. ”

"Very well, Jeanne, you and Draenor go and get the bucket of fruit out, I have an idea." Vicilly laughed and snatched the rod from Cooper's hand, and Draenor was confused and had to move the barrel to the deck with Jeanne.

"Look!" Vicheric put two fingers into her mouth and whistled loudly, and the monster slowly turned its head in response. With its mouth wide open, Vicilly grabbed a tomato and threw it into its mouth.

The monster immediately closed its mouth, and two puffs of mist erupted from its nostrils, as if it was carefully savoring the sweet smell of the tomato.

"No matter how old they are, sea turtles are omnivores! Draenor, scoop up a few tomatoes from your nets and hang them on my fishing rod! With that, Viklico jumped out of the boat again, and she turned to catch the tomato and fishing rod that Draenor had dropped, and ran to the monster's side.

"Is it delicious? It's delicious, and it's still here! Vickily said, reaching out the fishing rod with the tomato hanging on it to the top of the monster's head.

The monster craned its neck sharply, trying to reach the alluring tomato full of Internet celebrity gems. The ground slowly began to turn, and the turtle turned around and struggled to break the waves in a southeasterly direction.

"Hahaha! Let the beast see who is the master of the ocean! Princess, you're really there! Cooper stood on the edge of the deck and laughed wildly. Draenor and Jeanne were also shocked by the scene in front of them and couldn't help but applaud.

"Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back, this thing is very heavy! Can you go and eat something first? After eating, hurry up and come someone for me! Vicky felt her arms tremble uncontrollably, and it was not a comfortable task to hold a fishing rod with three kilograms of tomatoes hanging from it all the time.

But in fact, her heart was also excited, and she was worried about how to speed up the voyage, who would have expected that she would encounter a pie in the sky! Although this is not a long-term solution, it can at least greatly shorten the route to the continent of Abel in the short term.

Less than half an hour later, Draenor rolled off the deck and ran to Viklico's side, reaching out to pick up the clothes that had fallen on the stone slab.

"I'm here, you can go back and eat something first!"

"Take it quickly, don't just turn around!" Vikilic's deltoid muscles were already as tight as a rope that had been pulled apart, as if they would break with a slight finger poke. She quickly handed the rod to Draenor and slowly moved her shoulder blades.

"Miss Vicky, I'll put the rope down!" Jeanne shouted on the deck, dropping a sturdy rope, and Viklico's arms were as soft as an octopus's whiskers, and it took a lot of effort to finally climb to the deck.

"Hurry, bread, water, whatever, I'm fainting from hunger." Vikily took the food from Jeanne's hand, and didn't have time to think about table manners, just tore the bread into pieces and threw it in her mouth, almost choking.

"Eat slowly, you're still a royal family, you have to learn from your father!" Cooper smiled and patted Viklico's back.

"However, I noticed the thing you were carrying before, can you show me?" Cooper said, taking the spear from Viklico's hand.

"Ahem...... Do you have any impressions? Vicky asked, hammering her chest.

"Well, to be honest, I don't have any impressions, but I'm sure this thing is not ordinary, and as a top craftsman, I think this thing should be some kind of 'relic'." Cooper curled his smile and took a closer look at the crimson spear in his hand.

"'Relic'? Did it mean that its previous owner left it to me? Vicky took a sip of water, and finally relented.

"You can understand it this way, legend has it that after the disappearance of the creator, the demons on the ground finally had a chance to come to the fore, the angels made a variety of weapons in order to suppress the demons, and after the brutal battle, the sacrificed angels left their weapons on various continents, and we dwarves generally call them 'angelic relics'. But in fact, the 'relics' are not limited to the weapons of the angels, and the dead demons also leave behind the corresponding weapons 'demon relics'......"

"Is my spear one of those 'relics'?" Wickilico was a little shocked, and she hurriedly leaned in and asked.

"I'm not done yet, don't interrupt! Your gun is a separate kind of existence from the two, a 'blood relic' inherited from the blood of a family or nation. It's unclear who its original owner was, but it's certain that it's your ancestors. ”

Vickily reiterates Cooper's words in her head as if she were listening to a story, and although she doesn't fully understand anything like a 'relic', it at least shows that the 'Thorn Bird' background is not ordinary, and it proves that the woman named "Naulion" is indeed her ancestor.

She couldn't help but secretly rejoice, and stretched out her hand to take the spear.

"Don't worry! You're really like your dad in this way. I heard that no matter where this gun once belonged to the sacred, since it is a 'blood relic', it must inherit the part that is connected to your blood. I can feel the thirst for blood from this gun, and no matter what, I must use it for the right way! Do you understand? ”

Cooper stared into Viklico's eyes with a serious expression, unable to refute the elder's advice, so she carefully took the 'Thorn Bird'.

"I see, I don't usually use a spear unless I'm self-defense. When I was in school, I only regarded javelin as a sport, and I never thought I could actually use it. Vikirico pulled out a strip of cloth and wrapped the spear tightly around the shoulder strap of her backpack.

"Hey! Haven't you finished your meal yet? Come down and take care of me for a while! Draenor's tragic voice came from under the boat, and everyone remembered that there was another man who had been forgotten on the turtle's back.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry I forgot...... Don't worry, Mr. Delanor, I'm here! Jeanne jumped on the turtle's back as she spoke, and Vicilico and Cooper sat on the deck and laughed heartily.