Known as the Damned Lady, the three-masted galleon was too large for a Greylion people. For this kingdom in the north of the world, there are very few parts of the country bordering the sea, and there are almost no of them that can be used as ports for fishing. Moreover, there was no precedent for the kingdom to be attacked from the sea, and even the hungriest pirates would not come to search for prey in the barren and cold seas. Therefore, the shipbuilding industry of the Grey Lion can be said to be quite backward. Not to mention the three-masted galleon, even a slightly larger fishing boat is probably enough to amaze the Greylion people who are accustomed to horseback riding and the vast plains.

Since you can't even talk about the first glimpse of the door, you can't understand what you are seeing is the crystallization of technology that many countries dream of. Lothar walked on the deck like a child, curious about everything on board. But looking around at the mercenaries, there were many goods, and anyone who had spent time in a seaside city would have heard the local sailors discuss the merits of the ships, and the ships from the Bay of Lost Heart were the treasures that sailors and captains coveted. If you want to talk about why, this has to start with the geography of Heartless Bay, but it is certain that if the blue lion is a country abandoned by the sea, then Heartless is like the darling of the ocean.

The mountains rising from the sea form a natural meniscus barrier, keeping out the winds and waves to form a perfect natural deep-water port. Springs flowing down from the mountains solve the problem of fresh water in the harbor, and the treacherous terrain also keeps out enemies who have bad intentions here. It's a city that can't be reached by land, and although it does fall on the continent, no one can really get there beyond the peaks and the dense rainforest that covers them, unless it's a bird with wings.

At first, this hidden paradise was used as a secret place for loot by pirates who stumbled upon it. However, secrecy and unity have always been the scars of piracy, and more and more people are coming to the scene, first to risk stealing the pirate's treasure, and later to value the strategic value of the place. In short, over time, a city of sailors was built here. Large numbers of wooden piles were cut down from the nearby forests and plunged deep into the unstable sandy beach to serve as foundations for houses. The caves that already existed were dug into natural settlements. However, the disadvantages of this strategic location also appeared: the soil soaked in the sea meant that no crops could be grown here, and the entire harbor had to be supplied with food from outside, and the countries that tried to own it eventually chose to abandon it because they could not afford the high cost of rule. So now there is only one kind of inhabitant, the marauders.

Bands and individuals with fleets large enough to ransack coastal forts, warmongers who secretly instigate wars between nations and profit from them, and mad churches that worship the evil gods of the deep sea, have made up the chaotic and bloody history of Heartbreaker Bay that continues to this day. Every day the ships carrying the corpses sailed farther and farther because if too many corpses piled up on the seabed could interfere with navigation, large numbers of carnivorous fish, and not only sharks, infested the sea in droves all year round, devouring the losers who had been eliminated in the urban struggle.

Whether it was a pirate or a merchant, every ruling group that had ever owned the city knew that a strong sea power was indispensable if it was to secure its position. The shipwrights and their associated craftsmen were considered to be the most sought-after treasures, and the tradition of capturing them from all over the world, imprisoning them, forcing them to build better, stronger hulls for themselves, and putting their ideas into practice, was further developed in the hands of the Heartless Witches.

"Why is Peg here?" Lothar asked Lothar, looking up at the little witch standing on the raised terrace in the back half of the ship. The latter was now busy flicking his fingers into the water from the crabs on the railings on both sides of the deck. Perhaps she was too fascinated by the entertainment of this devastating critter, and the witch did not answer the Count's question.

Clearly, she was not the only one who was called. The witch colony must have gathered all the witches out there, and I promise your Miss Kirly won't tell us why. The networm, who was stroking the mainmast to determine its material, said, looking up at the sail hanging low from the mast, and then at the winch beside her, which was not enough to turn by one or two people. So she concluded, "The four of us can't move this ship, it's too big." ”

Lothar nodded, even if he didn't know anything about navigation, he knew that such a ship was by no means something that a few people could pilot. He looked in the direction of the fishing village before, wondering where he could find enough men to wield the Damned Lady, and his thoughts were clearly superfluous. Because when he came to the lion, there were only three witches on this ship.

"Poof!" a dull yellow flame lit up from the copper lanterns that adorned various parts of the ship. The flame that is lit by a regular candle will not be of this color, these are fish oil candles. Peg rested his hands on the balustrade of the terrace, which was supposed to be the captain's action when he looked down on the deck of his ship, but because of the little witch's height, it was quite funny. Peg herself was obviously aware of this, so she withdrew her hand in embarrassment and coughed lightly.

"If you're all ready, I'm going to sail. This is the last chance, and you two still have the option to disembark now. "Peg didn't hate Lothar and the networms, so she didn't want those two to follow them to that damn port. But there was no need for the witch to protect these two people, so if they chose not to get off the boat, Peg would not say anything, and if someone was bent on death, why should he stop him?

"Are you sure, miss, that the ship doesn't look like it can move, and we don't have any supplies!" said Lothar loudly to the witch on the heights, the waves louder at night than during the day. However, the stable hull made the Count feel less bad than he had been in a small boat.

Peg snorted coldly, she hated being questioned about her decision, and the Count's answer was taken by her as an insistence on going to the disappointment. "Look, Greylion, this Damned Lady doesn't need those vulgar sailors. So saying, the witch put her little hand on the rudder, which was too big for her, and turned it with all her might.

"What is she doing? Just by turning that wheel we can... Hell!" Lothar was talking to the mercenary when he saw the unpushed winch rattling and slowly starting to spin in the eerie light of the fish oil lamp. In the same way, every part of the ship seemed to come to life, moving methodically under the invisible force. The two men on the boat watched in horror until the anchor, carved into two crossed scimitars, slowly rose from the water.

"Now, we're going. "Three huge sails, painted with the same symbol as the bow of the ship, spread out in the evening breeze, propelling the whole ship slowly towards the open sea. With an unsettling crash, Lothar saw the unfortunate Damned Lady, the boat they had been in before, crash into a large pool of wreckage floating on the water.

"Oh, poor fisherman, he can't find his boat anymore. The Count whispered, and the little sigh was soon drowned out in the waves.

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