In Peg's uneasy words, Lothar and the networm gradually understood what was going on in the so-called Misty Sea. The so-called misty sea refers to a layer of perennial sea fog around the outer part of the bay. No one knows exactly what it was caused to be, because the sea fog looks like it's protecting Heartless Bay from foreign invasions, which is very unnatural. So it was only natural for the sailors to associate the sea fog with the witches who ruled Heartless Bay, believing that they had summoned the fog to protect their territory. But the truth is that the members of the Lost Heart Witch Order, as well as those who really know anything about the sea, will know that such an unusual climate can not be created by extraordinary human magic.

Regardless of the reason for the formation of the Misty Sea, its presence provides a protective umbrella for the Bay of Lost Heart, while also restricting the entry and exit of ships from the harbor. Most of the time, fishing boats only dare to catch seafood at the edge of the fog, because it is said that as long as the ship is shrouded in the mist, even if the exit is close at hand, no one will find a way out, and will only drift forever in the fog until all the dead sailors are reduced to fog crows. This is true for fishing boats, but not for merchant ships and pirates, whose profession means that they cannot bear to be confined to the confined spaces of the Misty Seas. The Lost Hearts Witches were unwilling to let their city become decadent, so they found another owner of the sea and made a pact with them.

That's the Kraken. I am afraid that there have been countless legends and countless theories about this race in various seas throughout the history. Sea monsters feed on sailors who indulge in their songs, fairies who save people who have fallen overboard, or builders of underwater cities, a great race of masters of the seas. Sirens, on the other hand, have different faces and shapes, ranging from ugly monsters to half-human, half-fish beauties to scaly humanoid aquatic creatures, and they are the sailors' most common dream lovers, but they are also their deepest nightmares.

"So what does the Siren look like? I've seen completely different versions from different books, or are they all right, and different kinds of Sirens look different?" asked the Count of Montenegro with some excitement. Seeing the true face of this legendary race was enough for him to brag about for the rest of his life. As for whether the Kraken is beautiful or not, in fact, Lothar really doesn't care too much, or that sentence, he is a knight, not a sailor. The hazy impulse and the faint fear that lurked in the depths of the water were something he had never had.

"Well," said Peg, who looked a little strange about the Siren's appearance, ran her fingers around her hair before she said after a moment, "You'd better wait and see for yourself." I can't put into words what they look like. They should be coming soon, no ship can swim faster than the Kraken. ”

So the knight looked at the sea with anticipation, waiting for the Kraken to appear. That's a whole afternoon. Ahead, there is an ominous sea covered in sea fog, but the sun is already turning west. Lothar leaned on the mast in boredom, he was not impatient, but the current situation seemed too far from what the witch had promised. As if to confirm his thoughts, Kiri, who had been standing at the bow of the ship and singing, also stopped singing, with an irritated expression on her face, leaving a loud syllable on the deck with every step.

"They won't come, they haven't fulfilled our covenant!" the witch angrily complained to her companion. Kuira's half-black, half-white hair, disguised as Kouira, gradually showed signs of fading under the influence of emotions. Peg was also surprised by this situation, frowning and searching the surface of the sea with her eyes, hoping to see the unique splash of water as the Siren approached.

But it was doomed to be in vain, and nothing was attracted to the singing. Even the group of fog crows that I had seen before lost patience and flew out of sight. The only constant response was the sound of the waves crashing against the hull. "It's not the same as it was. Peg muttered to himself. The confusion in her eyes was palpable, and now they were in a situation beyond the witch had anticipated. It also made her a little flustered. Without a kraken to lead the way underwater, even a heartless witch would not be able to cross the misty seas safely.

"It's hard to imagine that we're trapped outside our own house! Do those guys know that we're betraying—" Kiri was covered by Peg in the middle of her words, and betrayal was something that could not be talked about even if it seemed that there were no other listeners around. It's close enough to Heartless Bay that there's no guarantee that no member of the Witch Order will use magic to monitor the area.

"Wait, maybe the Kraken just can't come over now because of something. And we're driving the Damned Lady now, and sooner or later the Witch Colony will send someone to pick us up. Peg shook his head, trying to reassure Kirly. And as always, her words had no effect on the latter, and she received only a sarcastic answer.

"Yes, let's just wait here! Wait until we run out of water and food, wait until we starve to death!Oh, gods, who knows if those old fellows are still alive, they didn't say why they called us back!But when it comes to the soup pot, they are probably all dead! Damn the soup pot, if it weren't for that thing, I wouldn't be here, absolutely!" Qili shouted hysterically, turning and walking into the cabin. Even so, her voice could be heard through the breach in the deck.

Peg's spirit was obviously not good, she had become haggard from sailing, and now her future was frustrated, and the little witch's face was horribly pale. Seeing this, the networm walked over, gave her some water and food, and sent her back to her room to rest. By the time the mercenaries had settled Peg, Lothar was the only one left on deck blowing the sea breeze.

"How much do you believe them?" asked the networm in a low voice as he walked up to the Count.

Lothar smiled bitterly and shook her head, "You're a little embarrassed by me. I'm not a cheesemaker, and I don't know anything about magic or monsters. But I can see that they are not pretending to be emotionally out of control. It did come as a surprise to the witch. It's just a question of what to do after that. Listening to what Qili just meant, they had a reason to go back, which was reasonable. So I don't think they're going to give up so easily. ”

"Even with that so-called Kraken leading the way, I don't want to enter that water. I can't say why, but I just think it's terrible. The mercenary glanced at the sea fog in the distance and said.

"I wish they could find a way. But that's not something that can be done today. You go down and rest first, and by the way, don't let Qili smash the bottom of the boat out. I'm keeping vigil on deck tonight, and if the Misty Seas were really that dangerous, the invisible lizards wouldn't have ventured closer. Lothar said, squeezing her tomahawk over her shoulder and smiling at the networm.

The mercenary turned and walked to the cabin, but before entering, she turned her back to Lothar and said, "I will keep vigil with you at night, and if you are alone, no one will know what you have been pulled into the sea." After speaking, he didn't give the latter a chance to refute, and closed the hatch heavily.

The Count of Montenegro touched his nose and walked over to the boat and looked down at the sea, where the water must have been very deep, for its color had sunk like ink. Lothar looked at the surface of the sea for a few seconds before withdrawing his gaze, somehow, he always felt that he was underwater, and there were eyes watching him.