It was getting late and the cold wind was blowing. Without the heat of the sun, the sea has no choice but to lower its temperature, and its last attempt is to devour the remaining heat in the air above it like a giant monster. The cold of the sea breeze is different from the cold that blows down from Longji Mountain. For Lothar, the latter only needed to put on a thicker garment and light a bonfire to disperse it, but the former seemed to have a consciousness of his own, burrowing through every crevice between the clothes, dancing on the warm skin.

"What are we waiting for?" asked Lothar, tightening her clothes as she looked up at the sun that was about to set. If the conditions on the water are already so unbearable before sunset, it's not hard to imagine how bad it feels on this small boat after dark. And, though not unsailing, the Count of Montenegro was still a knight, resting and eating on a bumpy horse, but unable to maintain his balance for long on a ship that swayed with the waves.

The webworm is a little better than the Earl, but only somewhat. As a spider tamer, she doesn't often move on the water, as normal boats refuse to carry her scary pets. So all she could do now was take care of Lothar while paying a little attention to the state of the water. If there's one thing that's more boring than the woods, it's the water. Even the most dedicated fisherman needs a float to help him focus, but unfortunately the mercenary doesn't.

"It would be nice if we had some food in the village, even if it was just some pickled fish, it would make it easier for me to swallow. The networm withdrew his wary gaze and took out a hard rusk from his luggage, the longest ration for a traveler who had no time to prepare food. It's also the most unpalatable, rough, hard, and more like a throwing knife than food. The mercenary frowned and tried to take a bite, but of course it didn't work. She shook her head helplessly, hoarding more saliva in her mouth in the hope of softening the rock-like food. At this time, Lothar was half-lying in the boat, and her mouth was moaning like nothing.

"Something to eat?" the networm handed the Count another piece of rusk, who waved his hand grimly, and even if he didn't eat or drink, his body was already protesting against the seemingly never-ending jolting. The mercenary pouted, and instead handed the food to the witch, who was watching with interest the sun that was about to set, and she had been like this for almost an afternoon.

"Even witches need to eat, right?" reminded the spider tamer after noticing that Kiri was ignoring the food he had handed him. The witch turned her head, her eyes glowing with a palpitating glow, and the frightened mercenary almost screamed. However, this light was only for a moment, and it disappeared in an instant, making people wonder if it was an illusion. Today, Qili was surprisingly quiet after sending off the fisherman, and she ended up with a rusk handed by the networm and put it into the seawater to dip it.

"Hey!" "Don't worry, I almost grew up drinking seawater." Kiri shrugged, casually put the dripping food in her mouth, and turned her head to look at the sun's position. Seeing this, the webworm was stunned for a few seconds, and reminded himself again in his mind that the witch was not human, so it was not surprising that it sat back in his original position. She laboriously bit the hard substance in her mouth, absentmindedly thinking that maybe she should try to dip a little seawater too?

"The time has come. "When the base of the sun touched the surface of the sea, the witch stood up, her hair fluttering in the sea breeze and her eyes reflecting the light of the setting sun. But did that really come from the setting sun, and if so, why did the sun in Kiri's pupils have an unpleasant color?

"What moment?" Lothar struggled to sit up, clutching her head, looking at the witch in confusion, not understanding what she was trying to do. The networm didn't know either, but instead of asking, the mercenary was more inclined to put his hand on the weapon to strengthen his defense. She had already planned how she would escape from the ship if Kiri were to do something to them here. Maybe with the Count?

The witch did not answer the warrior's question, her hands raised and her mouth began to chant obscure syllables. These syllables may not belong to any language, but they are unconsciously associated with the bottom of the water, very, very deep underwater. The rock wall became a natural megaphone, amplified by the sound of Qili's chanting, echoing in the bay with the sea breeze. Under the influence of this voice, the sunset in the eyes of Lothar and the others gradually changed from golden red to rusty green like a layer of rust. At the same time, the smell of the sea in the air was much more pronounced than before, and it was becoming more choking. The networm tried to jump ship, but when she turned her head, she found that the pale blue water had somehow turned into a dark blue and extremely deep color, as if an abyss had suddenly appeared under the water's surface, and it was waiting for the stupid creatures to leap into it and turn into a delicious meal.

The eerie chanting echoed, but gradually, another, smaller, but equally determined voice joined the chanting. The source of the sound came from the top of the skull-shaped cliff, where a small figure stood, much longer than Kiri, until the long green hair at the ankles swayed like a jumble of seaweed. She also looked at the sunset, but the sunset in Peg's eyes was blue-white, the color of the foam at the tip of the waves.

Two witches, two voices, and the same spell are truly complete through the cooperation of the two. One is the calm of the sea, the other is the surging of the sea, and as the two become more and more perfect, the whirlpool begins to appear under the skull-shaped cliffs, and the color of the sea begins to transform again, from deep to shallow, as if gradually climbing up from the depths of the abyss.

At sunset, half of it has sunk to the bottom of the sea. At one point, the voices of the witches were raised at the same time, and at that moment, a beautiful woman holding her heart rushed out of the water! It was a shipwreck, carved with a woman with waist-length hair and a fish-like lower body. Her eyes were lowered and half-closed, her hands clutched the left side of her chest, and some deliberately carved liquid-like substance spilled out of the gaps between her fingers, stained bright red by the last of the remnants of the sun.

"Boom!" a loud sound was accompanied by a huge splash of water, and by the time they had calmed down, there was already a three-masted galleon on the sea. It was bigger than any boat ever seen in a fishing village, and with such a hull, it must have been enough to sail on the sea.

"Look! that's our ship!" Cursed Lady!" Qili excitedly shouted to the two stunned companions, gesturing excitedly at the sailboat.