What kind of monster smells of seaweed in its blood? It's an interesting question, and if Cheese were here, he might have used his huge reserves of knowledge to come up with a few possible candidates. And for the few passengers on the Cursed Lady now, they don't need to memorize the vast amount of knowledge in the Gray Tower Library, they naturally have a way to get the answer to this question.

"Pegg, close the deck, and let's see what kind of monsters are working against us!" Needless to say, the two witches had already gone their own way.

Qili's brow furrowed, apparently not yet calming down from the anger she had woken up. She smiled happily and cruelly at the blood of the invisible in the cobwebs, and the witch casually picked up a straw laid in the bilge and dipped it in a few drops of blood that splattered beside her. Then he sucked at the blood-stained straw in a soft and terrifying tone!, "What's going on!" Lothar exclaimed, and a large amount of blood rushed out of the harpoon-pierced wound in front of him, which was only a few fingers long, and sprayed the unprepared Count all over his face.

At the same time, Peg's had already begun to act, she fell to one knee, her hands touching the planks at the bottom of the cabin, her long green hair floating with the surge of magic. Normally, it is not a witch's specialty to influence one part of the substance by touching another, and they are better at cursing and unleashing destructive mana than precise spellcasting. But the ship is no ordinary creation, and the Cursed Lady created by Heartless Bay Dockyard is itself somehow connected to the witches of Heartless Bay. At this point, Peg only activated this connection, allowing him to control the breakage on the deck in the same way that he controlled the rudder and the sails.

With a tooth-aching creak, the already broken planks trembled slightly. The trees that had long since died seemed to have come back to life, and a large number of new branches had sprung up from the breaches in the deck, crisscrossing the grid to repair the hole in the middle. If there were only one or two monsters that invaded, the witch's magic might have been able to do it, but judging by the previous footsteps on the deck and the tricks they had played to make a sound, there were definitely a lot of them, no matter what had invaded the ship.

"Click!" the newborn branches were snapped off by invisible limbs before they could thicken, but the attempt was not pointless, and the four men in the cabin could still see part of the outline of the bodies of these things, relying on the shadow of a few branches. It was a forelimb covered in fine scales, and if I had to describe its appearance, it reminded Lothar of Migo, the red dragon as a cheese companion. Of course, the thing that attacked the ship was not a dragon, and there were not many creatures in nature that resembled the structure of a dragon.

"Shadowless birds, those sailors are really dazed, this is obviously a group of big lizards!" the Count was the first to reveal the identity of the attacker. Although birds and lizards feel very different from each other, there is no denying that they share similarities in the anatomy of their feet, which in simple terms are sharp claws. This explains why these things feel like birds when they walk on deck. But now that you know that your opponent is a lizard, you can't help but ask another question, why are the scales of these lizards so soft and stabbed?

Lothar wiped the lizard blood from his face, the strange smell in his mouth suggesting that he might have accidentally swallowed some of the blood. However, now is not the time to care whether the blood of these things is poisonous or not, although the identity of the enemy is known, how to drive these invisible lizards from the moonlight is the most important thing. Thinking of this, the Earl narrowed his eyes, recalling the scene he had seen in a brief moment just now, and tried to reason about the enemy's vital position.

The net worm on the other side is much simpler, and the mercenary doesn't care about what kind of one-hit defeat the enemy, she casually inserts the harpoon in her hand into the monster's body, and then flies up and kicks at the bottom of the harpoon, and stabs the small half of the harpoon into it! This time, whether it is a vital point or not, the damage and pain caused are enough to make the stabbed creature lose the ability to resist. The networm slowly picked up another harpoon and began to repeat what he had just done.

The cobwebs fell silent, and as there was no longer any struggle, the monsters that fell into the trap seemed to have all died under the harpoon. And when the follow-up monsters saw the tragic situation of their companions, they seemed to be afraid, and they didn't dare to blindly drill into the breach. Once again, there was silence aboard the Damned Lady. "Phew, these damn things. Lothar shook his hands stained with dark green blood, stepped aside and took a lantern and shone it into the cobwebs, perhaps because the monsters were dead, or perhaps because they were invisible in the moonlight, but in the dim light, the Count finally saw the monster for what it was.

If some of the bodies could not determine the type of creature, the narrow trajectory of the eyeballs opened from the scales confirmed the suspicion that it was indeed some kind of lizard that attacked them and was killed by them. However, the scales of these lizards are too fine and soft to provide any protection compared to their terrestrial counterparts, but instead, these scales seem to be the key to their invisibility. Lothar tried to cut off part of the lizard's scales with a knife, and sure enough, after losing her skin, the moonlight revealed her true flesh.

"Interesting. The Count placed the severed skin under the lamp, and the scales reflected a pale white glow. When the two witches saw that there seemed to be no danger, they also leaned in out of curiosity.

Peg looked at the trophy in the knight's hand and used his knowledge to make an inference, "These scales should reflect the moonlight so that people can't see the lizard's body." However, it is still necessary to experiment with its effectiveness and whether it can be made into clothes with the same effect. If the scales of these guys can really create a cloak that is invisible under the moon, then I'm afraid there will be a lot of people willing to risk their lives to hunt them. But where do these things come from? Aren't the legends saying they can fly?"

"Maybe it was just the sailors who made it up, but the monsters I couldn't see were enough to make them shudder when they locked themselves in the cabin, and they didn't have the strength to tell if they were from the water or from the sky. Kiri shrugged, examining her victims. Of all the lizards that died, only that one died of blood loss.

"I'm afraid not. Frowning slightly, the webworm held a lantern in one hand and a harpoon in the other, and she gently stirred the forelimbs of a certain lizard, seeing that in addition to the scales, the creature had a thin layer of skin on its joints. Considering that they walked on the deck without making a sound other than claw scratching, these lizards must not weigh much. So it seems that whether they can glide in the sea breeze with this layer of skin is debatable.

Everyone else had seen the mercenary's discovery, and while it was uncertain whether the membranes were evidence that lizards could fly, the odds were high from the fact that the monsters weren't covered in seawater. "An aquatic lizard whose scales reflect moonlight and glide? well, they are true monsters. The Count tilted his head and concluded. However, he soon thought of another question, "Lizard, will you give up hunting because you have lost a few companions?"

"No, of course not. Lizards are known to have little sense of the death of their companions, and they can even eat their own kind. Peg replied, understanding what Lothar meant. She looked around warily, but saw no entrance for the lizards other than the hole in front of her.

Kiri seems to have lost interest in the corpses in the traps, preferring living things to immobile corpses. After all, death is one of the few things that doesn't happen to an individual repeatedly. She smiled sarcastically when she heard Peg's words, "Cannibalism? ”