After about another two or three days, Lothar had basically regained his mobility, but the broken bones could not really recover quickly even with the help of the witch hunting knife. The networm followed the sailors to the nearby mountains for a simple hunt, and exchanged the prey for splints to secure Lothar's hands and feet. If it had been placed before, the Earl might have thought that the Networm's concern was a bit too much, and with the help of the Fool's justice, it would only take about half a month for his bones to grow back. But maybe there has been a change in mentality, and this time Lothar chose to accept the other party's kindness.

However, wearing a splint does not mean that Lothar will honestly recuperate, and whenever he has the opportunity, he will hang out on the deck of the Black Arrow, partly to keep his muscles from weakening due to relaxation, and on the other hand, he is also secretly eavesdropping on the whereabouts of Fioni from the conversations of the sailors. For this Kraken, who has helped him many times, it is impossible for the Count of Montenegro, who follows the spirit of chivalry, to leave it alone. But is it unsurprising that Fioni's situation is definitely much worse than Lothar imagined.

It's not surprising that humans don't like krakens, but to be precise, humans don't like anything that has the ability to think like them but isn't human. Of course, the same is true of the other races they hate, which may be a trait that all intelligent races are born with. And this phenomenon is placed in Heartless Bay, and it appears in the Kraken and the sailor. It is true that almost all of the ships in Heartless Bay have been aided by the Kraken, as without these inhabitants of the sea, pure seafaring skills alone would not have been able to traverse the Misty Seas. But if you ask the seafarers here if they are grateful to the Kraken, most of the answers will be a mouthful of spit or old phlegm. The hatred between the two dates back to the early days of the establishment of Heartbreaker Bay, and has deepened over time.

Under the influence of this atmosphere, it is difficult for Lothar to tell the fact that he knows Fioni, especially since the crew of the Black Arrow knows that he has an anomalous Poseidon's cord on him, and even the Count, who does not have much contact with the sailors, can notice that they dislike him. If it weren't for Havedan's great prestige and specious rhetoric, the sailors would not have agreed to such a man with bad omen to stay on their ship for so long. So far, all Lothar could know about Fioni was that the Kraken was locked up in the deepest part of the ship's cabin, and that Captain Hafdan was going to sell the strange cargo privately.

Despite the lion's style, Lothar initially tended to make money and then use it to redeem Fioni's freedom. But the knight found that such a thing was impossible to achieve in Heartless Bay. In this city, all reasonable income is set by sophisticated merchants at a subtle price that allows people to survive, but only to survive. It is not difficult to understand why becoming a sailor in the Bay of Lost Heart is something that both men and women want to do, because only by going to sea can it be possible to be freed from the heavy and repetitive and hopeless way of living. The result of a few years of hard work by those who had been in peace with themselves was a desperate self-defeat before the tsunami with their savings that were simply not enough to buy a ship.

This is not a city with good intentions towards everyone, and Lothar quickly understands this. If you want to rescue the Kraken, there are only two ways in front of him, or you can throw off the shackles of chivalry in your heart and become a weapon for those with power in this city. With the Earl's skills, as long as he doesn't encounter witches, not many people will be his enemies. But this is impossible, because Lothar recognizes the chivalry he believes in from the heart, and a man cannot go against the purest thoughts of his heart.

The other way is to find an opportunity to save his friends before or after Captain Hafdan sells Fioni. The Earl was more inclined to sell, after all, Hafdan had saved the lives of all three of them, and it was reasonable that he should not let the captain bear more losses. Now that he had made up his mind, Lothar was no longer anxious about the present few days, and he exercised his body while paying attention to the words of the sailors, waiting for the day when he would rescue his companions. In the midst of this waiting, another thing made Heartless Bay boil.

"Did you see that thing? The Count was attracted by the tone of the speaker, and pricked up his ears to hear what they were saying. Sure enough, another sailor quickly replied, "You're not right, my friend on the whaling ship told me that they had found calves in the belly of the mother whale they caught, so the whales don't lay eggs." That thing wasn't a whale's egg. If you want me to say, it must be a turtle egg!"

"Fart! That egg is as big as a house! The turtle that laid this thing must not be the size of an island! Where in the world does a turtle of this size have to eat enough!" The first sailor to speak immediately raised his voice in response when he heard his hypothesis refuted. "So you really don't know anything, let me tell you, the captain of the Green Olive landed on an island with trees and flowers, rivers and many monkeys and deer. But guess what? When the Green Olive finished resupplying and left the island, they found that the whole island was covered with moss from the turtle's shells! The mountains that rose up on the island were the turtle's heads, and the clouds above were the turtle's breathing! I thought it was the turtle's egg, yes. ”

As the two sailors discussed, more sailors joined in, and their conversation began to shift from speculation to anecdotes at sea, gradually drifting away from the topic. But Lothar listened to it with relish, and he couldn't see the stories of the two truths and the eight falsehoods from the books. And perhaps some of them are true, and the sailors noticed that the strange man was listening to the conversation, so one of them beckoned to Lothar with a bit of audacity, "New man, don't just listen! You were fished out of the witch's back garden, you can't have only sea water in your belly?" ”

The Earl didn't want to wade into this troubled water, but he immediately realized that this was a good opportunity for him to get in touch with the sailors, and he was really interested in listening to it, so he coughed twice, "It's not a secret, I have been at sea for a short time, and I definitely don't know as much about the things at sea as you do, what I can tell is the story that circulates in my hometown, if you are willing to listen, then I will tell it..." Sailors have never rejected stories, and the long and boring voyage has made every seafarer a storyteller and a listener who does not care about good or bad. At that moment, Lothar picked and chose all the legends that happened to the blue lion, but as he talked more and more, his thoughts naturally drifted to the rat-man plague that happened not long ago, so the content of his mouth began to mix with nezumi, gray-robed wizards, demons and other strange things.

These tales from afar had a very different style from the Bay of Heartlessness, and the sailors were immediately drawn to it and began to urge Lothar to tell more and more detail. And as the audience gathered, gradually, the entire ship's remaining seafarers sat around Lothar, listening to him, interjecting from time to time to ask some questions of interest. This continued until dusk, when the networms and other sailors returned to the ship.

"You seem to be talking about a lot of energy?" Soon after, the two returned to the captain's room, and the mercenary said with some displeasure, "why didn't you tell them that you were the Count of Montenegro of the Greylion?"

Lothar smiled awkwardly, the networms had gone out for a day hunting and helping with the city's revival in exchange for supplies they needed, and it was a bit too much for herself to brag and chat with a group of sailors. "Didn't I talk to them to understand the situation? Besides, I can't get off the boat with my hands and feet, so I have to find something to do. ”

"Oh, what do you know, how did I hear you talking about taverns and women?"

"Ahem, I don't know how the topic got that way! I promise that's not my intention!"

"Tell me what you mean then, Lord Earl. ”

"I meant to... By the way, they're talking about the giant eggs on the beach!" Lothar suddenly remembered what she had heard at the beginning, and quickly defended.

The mercenary snorted coldly, the expression on her face was finally not so ugly, she sat down and lowered her voice, "You're lucky this time." I went out of my way to see the egg today. ”