The sun rose and set fifteen times in the sea and sky, and when the fifteenth time the sun set in the eyes of the moonlit rat civilians looking out over the sea, trying to spot the island, Archbishop Valcy knew that something was in trouble.

Sometimes, the truth is often more hurtful than the lie – Archbishop Varcy has promised it once, but when the appointed time has passed and the promise does not come as promised, disappointment can turn the most docile sheep into desperate wolves – not to mention the fact that the ship was loaded with only a month's worth of food and water, which is known to all moonshine rats.

"Tari, follow the established course. ”

"I'll go take a look on the wooden boat. ”

At this time, it is dangerous to go to the wooden ship, the Moonlight Rat civilians have distrusted him, although because of his status, no Moonlight Rat will be disrespectful to him, but there are ten thousand Moonlight Rat on each ship, like a small society - it is difficult to ensure that when he walks in the narrow passage of the cabin, there will not be a stick on the back of his head.

However, he had to go—not only because of the mission given to him by the gods, but also because of his responsibility as the head of the fleet.

"Sir, why don't you bring a few warriors from Hill with you?"

Able to become an overall champion and successfully transform into a senior officer in training, Tari Waterfin apparently had in mind the situation that Archbishop Valcy would face, and he cautiously offered his own proposal, which was rejected by Archbishop Valcy.

"At this time, it is even worse to have soldiers walking with me!"

"Don't worry, at least I'm a priest of my lord, and I'll unleash my magic when necessary. ”

Answering Tary Finfin, who he didn't even believe, Archbishop Valcy came to the stern of the Nautilus, a cable several times thicker than the body of a moonlight rat tightly tied to it, pulling the wooden boats behind it.

For the moonlight rat, the large, taut cable was like a bridge, and Archbishop Valcy stepped forward and walked briskly across the cable to the first wooden boat.

The night had covered the sea, but with the light of the cold moon, the dark vision of the moonlight rats could still be seen on the deck, and they were either leaning against the cabin and staring blankly at the moon, or sitting on the side of the ship, wagging their hind legs and tails.

These are relatively sensitive moonlight rats who have been on deck since the sun came out in the morning, and have not descended until now—the despair of not knowing how long they will be adrift at sea has given them the urge to jump into the sea, and perhaps that will put an end to the fear of the deep sea in the night.

"And God said, Ye do not live for yourselves, but for my sake. ”

"He who strives to live according to my will will will be rewarded until he ascends to the kingdom of God and shares immortality with me. ”

“......”

Reciting the prayer, Archbishop Valcy stood in the bow of the cable-drawn ship, and looked at the moonlight rats on the deck for a moment, but saw no reaction from them—so he walked slowly across the deck to the passage of the cabin, where the moonlight rats ignored even the prayer-reciting Archbishop Valcy, apparently desperate.

Such an irrational person is fickle no matter how pious, and at best he can only be a shallow believer, and even a devout believer cannot reach it—thinking so, Archbishop Silva stooped into the cabin.

The passage of the cabin was slender and narrow, and only two moonlight rats could be paralleled, and the slightest crowding would have clogged it - according to the layout of the hull, the middle one was the main road, from which more than ten small passages spread throughout the wooden boat—as for the exit from the hull, except for the entrance where Archbishop Valcy entered, there was only an exit near the stern.

"My god Ron, you are the guardian of the moonlight rats, protecting us from hunger and beasts......"

Out of despair is the most devout faith – in the cramped cabin, Archbishop Valcy sees most of the eyes of indifference, followed by disgust and hatred, and the third of hope and piety.

These pious and hopeful gazes often come from the old and the young, who have already experienced a lot and have enough judgment to keep their senses, and the latter who are still ignorant, pure in heart and unpolluted.

Leave the smile to the pious - he did not speak, for words would not do anything at the moment.

"Now it seems that the situation is still manageable. ”

"But tomorrow I don't know. ”

Thinking silently in his heart, Archbishop Valcy recited the prayer aloud and walked slowly through the main road of the cabin towards the stern of the ship.

There were ten wooden boats that were tied to the back of the Nautilus like a string of sugar gourds, and he had to walk through each of them to find out.

And for the time being, the situation was fairly stable—but after the silence of despair came an earth-shattering outburst—the calmer the more frightened Archbishop Valcy became, and his body trembled, and after stepping out of the stern exit, he could not help but pray aloud.

Following the tight cables, Archbishop Valcy walked past one wooden boat after another, until he stepped out of the stern of the last one.

The situation was more or less the same for the ten wooden ships, and the most sensitive part of the moonlight rats had been waiting on deck, perhaps when dawn came, they would jump into the sea—and the silence in the cabin might remain silent for a few days, but it would eventually turn into a raging fire and bury them all.

And all this depends on Tianming.

"My lord Ron, if it were you, what would you choose?"

Standing in the stern, Archbishop Valcy knelt on the side of the ship, and whispered after the prayer—and then there was a soft thud, and the side of the wooden boat suddenly turned to one side.

"Tari, why didn't you evade it?"

"We've hit a reef!"

Grabbing the communicator pinned to his collar, Archbishop Valcy did not hesitate to press the button and reprimand loudly, but then he immediately knew that it was not Tari's fault.

On one side of the ship, a huge round shell hundreds of meters in diameter slowly floated to the surface, and as the tentacles flickered, the eyes of the huge houses glistened in the cold moonlight of the sky—Varsi could see irregular black spots on the carapace and tentacles, the scars left by the incendiary bombs fired by the Nautilus two weeks earlier.

After a long period of recuperation, these wounds have healed, leaving only scars—and perhaps in a little while, these scars will disappear—but there is no doubt that it was the sea monster Nautilus that pushed the wooden boat sideways at this moment—and it had such a forbearance that it swam with the advance party for fifteen days before finally attacking!8)