By the next morning, nothing seemed to have happened on the Damned Lady except for a broken deck. After losing a few of their companions, the mysterious lizards wisely retreated. They are not blood-eating monsters, just beasts seeking prey. Beasts, on the other hand, will consider their own gains and losses, less food, and great pay, which is not in line with their survival principles. However, the idea that the sailors on the ship are easy prey may not change because of the frustration of this hunt. After all, whether it was for the lizards or for Lothar and his party, last night's life-and-death battle was just a part of life.

The heat of the sun scorched the sea, and it was also painful for the people on deck. They hadn't gotten enough rest last night, but in order to get out of this sea as soon as possible, they had to seize the daytime to move forward. Lothar wore her coat and hid her head in the shadows. He crouched on the deck, a shriveled piece of pale skin in his hand, the spoils of war he had taken from the incoming lizard last night.

"It looks like even if it works, it can't be used as an ingredient in making clothes. The Count said, flicking the lizard skin from his hand, which shattered into pieces of various sizes in his stunned gaze and swept away with the sea breeze. Lothar instinctively reached out and grabbed the pieces, but found nothing. Somewhat annoyed, he stood up and shouted to the networms hiding in the shadow of the mast with open hands, "I hate everything that can only move at night!"

The mercenary laughed, she didn't hate Lothar's sometimes childlike manners. Those who are always suffocating as serious will never find someone to like. However, even if you don't take into account the fact that the leather can't be exposed to the sun, it's probably not enough to think that the lizards killed last night want to do something. Besides, after her previous battles with the Skinners, she was always resistant to putting animal skin on herself. So the last place for those lizard corpses can only be used as rations for the big spiders.

The idle Earl, walking aimlessly on the deck, saw the breaches that had been damaged in battle, and in them could see cobwebs and blood stains that had not had time to be cleaned up. "Why don't you fix this thing? Isn't it easy for you?"

"You'll have to ask Peg, she's the one holding the helm now. I can't fix the hole under her control. Qili, who was lazily lying in the hammock, waved her hand and said. That's right, she really took out the hammock in the cabin and hung it between the two masts. Seemingly having lost interest in dolphin riding, or just being sleep-deprived from last night's turmoil like everyone else, the witch was surprisingly quiet today, which was certainly a good thing for the rest of the boat.

"I'm absolutely, never going to give you control of the ship! I'm tired of spinning around the whirlpool on the way here!, and I don't want to be chased by angry whales anymore!" said Peg, who was standing on the terrace, as he heard his companion's words, and swore aloud. It is not difficult to deduce from her words that Kiri once had control of the Damned Lady at one point, but it was clearly a disaster.

"I said it was the whale that hit me on its own, and I fired the ballista purely in self-defense!" protested Kiri, but the argument didn't sound convincing.

Still, Lothar was keenly aware of the witch's words, "There's a ballista on this ship?" He knew very well that this large projectile weapon was a nightmare on the battlefield, and that there were many references to it in the stories told by the Blood Lion.

However, the blue lion, who pays attention to the knight's individual ability, has always been a little resistant to this kind of power driven by the machine, for the warriors of the kingdom, if the crossbow arrow can safely kill and injure the opponent from a distance, then the hard-trained soldiers will not lose the meaning of existence? Of course, this is only for the knights and soldiers, Lothar, as the commander of the bear hunter army, is very aware of the role that this weapon can play on the battlefield. But because of the recoil of the ballista, he really didn't think that such a thing could be mounted on a ship. Whether that meant that ships equipped with ballistas could launch an indefensible terror attack on the seaside city from the sea made the Count a little uneasy.

"Of course!" Qili was immediately intrigued by Lothar's tone, and she jumped out of her hammock and walked towards the bow of the ship, "Every large sailing ship that has lost its heart is equipped with a ballista! It's just that they're a little smaller than the version used on land, and so is the power. But it's still very useful to break through the hulls of other ships and to terrorize large sea monsters!

"Hey!" though the Count really wanted to see the power of the witch's ship-borne ballista, a soft drink from Peg discouraged him. Now is not the time to do such a thing. But it's a good idea to install a ballista on a battleship, maybe he can buy one of these ships from the Bay of Lost Heart and give it to the kingdom to study, but is the amount of money he carries with him enough? Well, I'm afraid not, a ship that can be relied on on the sea will be a lot of money.

As Lothar pondered, the sky slowly darkened. "What's the matter, it's getting dark so soon?" muttered the Earl and looked up, seeing a large cloud obscuring the sky ahead. But it didn't seem to be a rain cloud, but more like a dense fog that had condensed too much.

"That's not right, the Misty Sea should have to sail for two days to get there. Peg said incredulously, frowning as she opened the chart, repeatedly determining the ship's position from the compass and other instruments. But no matter how unwilling she was to admit it, the dense fog ahead was still gradually approaching the Cursed Lady, and the misty sea in the witch's mouth was already close at hand.

"Quack, quack!" some screaming black creatures fluttered back and forth in the thick fog, their voices somewhat similar to those of crows, but slightly different. Lothar wondered why birds were seen in such a high sea, but instead of wondering why they were here, the Count drew his weapon and prepared for battle. "What are those?"

"The fog crow, a creature endemic to the Misty Seas. The flirtatious look on Qili's face disappeared as she answered, and the witch who was not afraid of heaven and earth became unusually serious, staring at the dark clouds and the black figure that appeared in front of her. "Some say that they are the spirits of sailors trapped in the misty seas after their deaths, and they will take people to the place where the shipwreck is. Others say that they are some kind of small demons, and that the sight of them means that the ship is targeted by bad luck. ”

"Either way, no one can stop the Lost Witch's ship, this is our territory, and everything has to give way!" said Kirly, walking to the bow deck, her clothes hunting in the breeze. She glanced back at Peg, who looked hesitant, but nodded. So the bright-eyed witch took a deep breath and sang a song written in an inhuman language. Just like the song that the Siren used to seduce sailors.

"What is she singing?" asked the mercenary who walked up to Peg curiously.

"She's calling out to our allies, and the Banshees and Witches of the Misty Sea have made a pact that they will sail away from the Sea with us. The little witch replied, but the expression on her face was not as sure as her tone, "If the sea ahead is really the Misty Sea." ”