At noon the next day, Filin regretted it, and should have gone straight to her room to seek her comfort as soon as he got off the battleship, but he got drunk and made her sad.

However, he also knew that what he felt that night was not suitable to take home and share with his loved ones.

While he was pondering how to explain it to her, a young boy came running up to him and told him that he must return to the Rox immediately.

Filin rewarded him with a small copper coin, thanked him for taking the trouble to inform Filin, and then watched him run away with the copper coin in his hand. Once, he was also a little boy who earned copper coins, and then he remembered Carrey.

Filin tried to remember that he was still the little boy with the copper coin in hand, running beside Filin, but now he was the smelter on the corpse table. Not a single person, he told himself, had been miserably smelted yesterday.

Filin then walked to the docks, stopping at the stables on the way, and handed the crescent-shaped medal to Borges. "Please take good care of this for Film. "There's more, the spoils that Filmin and his fellow crew members have taken from the attack."

Filmin wants you to keep it for Film...... It represents what Filin is fighting for.

This is for Ariana, so if Filin doesn't come back alive, please give this to her with your own hands. You know, she doesn't like to be a servant. ”

It's been a long time since I've mentioned Ariana so frankly in front of Borges. He frowned, but reached out to take the blood-stained medallion.

"What would your father say?" he asked aloud as Filmin turned away tiredly.

"Filin doesn't know," Filin told him bluntly, "Filin never knew him, only you." ”

"Kaz Silverlight. ”

Filmin turned around, only to see Borges look Film's eyes and speak: "Filmin doesn't know what he will say to me, but I know I can say this to you instead of him: I'm proud of you."

It's not the work itself that you can be proud of, but the way you get it done. Be proud of yourself!"

"Film's going to give it a try. Filin told him calmly, and returned to Filin's ship.

The next encounter between the people and the Red Ship was not a crucial victory. People met them at sea, and they weren't surprised, because they had seen people for a long time. The captains of the ships were in command, and Filin thought that the other side was taken aback when the people began to ram into each other.

Some of their oars were cut off, but the helmsman's oars were missing, and the red boat was only slightly damaged due to its fish-like agility. People threw their grappling hooks, and the captain wanted to take advantage of the fact that they were outnumbered.

The men's warriors boarded the enemy ship, and half of the rowers jumped over without a clue, causing a brief confusion on the deck of the warship.

Filmin used every bit of willpower to endure the emotional whirlpool that surrounded the people, but he still stuck to his post and paddled the oars.

Noju looked at Filin with a strange look at the oar, causing Filin to grit his teeth until he found himself. Filin muttered curses as he lost contact with Hermes.

Film's attempt to let the warriors slack off after annihilating the enemy's ships with enough crews to make them unable to maneuver the ships could not be manipulated, but that was a big mistake.

One of the robbers set fire to their own sails, and the other immediately chopped the planks of the ship's hull, and Filins guessed that they wanted the fire to spread so that people would die as well.

In the end, of course, they ignored the damage to their ships or men, and fought with impunity, and the warriors of the people finally annihilated them, and then everyone fought the fire together, but the trophy that the people dragged back to Fort Stag was not only smoked but also damaged, and more people were killed than the robbers.

However, it's still a win, people tell themselves.

This time, when everyone else was out drinking, he knew he should go to Ariana at once, and then spend an hour or two with Nighteye the next morning.

The people went out hunting together, and it was a clean hunt, and then he tried to convince Filin to go with him, but he told him to leave if he wanted to.

Although this was for its good, it always broke its heart, and it made Filint spend more than an hour explaining to it the true meaning of Filin's words.

When Filin returned to the ship, he wondered if he should have done so hard to maintain the intact connection between the people, and it meant that it was all worth it.

The battle that day was the Rox, the last complete victory. The last battle of summer is far away, and no, the wind and sunshine are too long for people to feel like they are living in the year.

And Film, who could kill someone every fine day, tried not to calculate how long it would be before something would happen to him.

There have been many skirmishes and people have fought hard to catch up in these battles, but the fact that there seems to be less and less raids in the areas that people are patrolling seems to be causing even more alarm.

On the other hand, the Red Boat has also made some gains. When people arrive in a town more than an hour after the robbers have left, often only to help collect the bodies and extinguish the fire, Hermes curses in Firin's mind why he can't deliver the message more quickly.

There were also insufficient warships and guards in each place, and Filin would rather face the fury of war than let the wrath of Hermes stir in Filin's head.

It seems that this kind of fighting is really endless, and only bad weather can stop people for a while, and it is impossible to even count how many red ships have attacked people, because their hulls are painted exactly the same color, like the beans of a pod or the drops of blood in the sand.

That summer, when he was a rower on the Rox, another encounter with the Red Ship was so strange that it deserved special documentation. It was a clear summer night, and the people rolled out of their bunks from the crew's huts and hurried to the people's warships.

Hermes sensed that a red ship was approaching the Stag Head, and he wanted it to be captured in the dark.

Rosen stood at the bow of the battleship and whispered messages to Kaidon at the top of the Hermes Tower, and when Hermes felt the people sailing towards the ship, he became a wordless grunt in Film's mind. Is there anything else?

Fei Lin felt him look out over the red boat, like a man groping in the dark, and he felt his uneasiness. People were not allowed to talk to each other, so they could only approach quietly rowing their oars.

At this point, Nighteye whispered to me that it had sniffed the enemy, and then people saw them. In the distant darkness, the red ships rowed in front of the people's warship, and suddenly a scream came from their decks;

The captains roared, ordering the men to clench their oars and get ready, but a sickening sense of dread gripped Film.

Filin's heart was beating like thunder, and his hands began to tremble. The horror that swept over me was like that of a child

The indescribable fear of facing the darkness is a wave of helpless fear. Filin held the oar tightly, but didn't have the strength to paddle it.

"Krykska. Filin heard someone moaning in a thick outer island accent, and he thought it was Noju. Filming began to realize that he was not the only one who had lost his rhythm of paddling, and that people were not paddling at a fixed pace, with some sitting on their storage boxes and looking down at the oars, while others were paddling in a panic without a rhythm, causing the oars to flap and paddle on the water.

When people move like a lame flying insect on the surface of the sea, the red boat is full of malice, and he can't help but watch his deadline come.

The blood in Feilin's ears was violently agitated, but he couldn't hear the panicked cries of the men and women around him, and he couldn't even breathe, so he had to look up at the sky.

Behind the red boat, a white ship glittered in the black sea. This is not a pirate ship, but a giant ship, three times the size of the red ship, with sails folded on both sides and moored in the tranquil sea.

Its deck was full of ghosts, or rather, smelted people, and I couldn't feel the slightest life force in them.

However, they walked around with purpose, ready to lower a small boat from the side to the sea. There was a man standing on the deck at the back, and when he saw him, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

He wore gray armor, but in Firin's eyes he shone in the dark night sky, as if a lamp was shining on him.

Filin swore that Filin saw the dark curly beard around his eyes, nose, and mouth, and saw him smile at him.

"There's one coming to the people!" he called out to someone, then raised his hand at Filin and laughed loudly, causing Filin's heart to twist in his chest.

He looked at Filin with terrifying concentration, as if Filin was the only prey in the crew. I looked back, but I couldn't feel him.

There, there!" Fei Lin screamed, or perhaps it was a mysterious spell that caused Fei Lin to pop out of his head uncontrollably.

But there was no response around. There was no Hermes, no night eyes, no one and no thing.

Filmin was completely isolated, and the whole world was a dead silence, and he didn't feel anything despite the panicked shouts of the crew around him. There was no one around, no seabirds, no fish in the sea, and his inner perception did not feel any life.

The armoured figure was still leaning against the railing and pointing at Firin, laughing maniacally, but he was alone.

The loneliness was too much to bear, it bound Film, rolled it up, enveloped Film, and then began to suffocate Film.

He wants to fight it.

After an involuntary reflex, he used his intellectual source to do his best to stay away from it. In fact, the whole person flew backwards, falling into the hollow in the beam, tangled with the legs of the other rowers.