"Yo Roar, Yo Roar, you only see her fingers as white as jade, but you have not seen them go deep into her chest and take out the beating atrium! You only see her teeth as beautiful as shells, but you have not seen them sip blood!Oh, dear sailor, you fall in love, you toss and turn!Oh, poor sailor, your days are numbered, and you have a noose in your throat......"

Kiri's singing voice was unusually clear in the waves, which made one suspect that the witch had used magic to keep the sound of the water from overpowering her singing. Of course, it is also possible that when people are in a dull mood, they pay special attention to those sad melodies. And as an atmosphere spreads, Peg, Hela, and even more witches join in the humming of Qili, and the solo singing like a fish playing in the waves becomes a chorus rich in layers and highs. The cynicism of Qili's singing was diluted and replaced by genuine sadness, with the witches mourning for their leader.

Standing alone in the bow of the ship in the midst of this song, Lothar could see that the human fleet floating on the surface of the sea in the starlight no longer had the close ties it had had in battle. The loss of the foreign enemy, although the captains did not immediately turn their faces, could be seen in the distance between each ship. As for the counting of the wounded and the loss of materiel, it will have to wait until we return to shore, but it is foreseeable that the question of who will contribute the most to this war will be a fierce debate.

As for the two giant Sea Kings, the witch group that had lost a giant ship and the Great Witch had no strength left to restrain them, and the two giant beasts shallow into the sea under the cover of night and disappeared. Admittedly, witches let them come into being, but they also fulfill the mission that the witches want them to accomplish. Now, they're free. Lothar was a little relieved by this, and though he didn't know if freedom was a better option for creatures like Aquaman than someone to provide for them, he was glad they still had a choice.

But in addition to the relief, the earl's eyelids kept beating abnormally, and his heart seemed to be lifted by something, and every beat was incomplete. Something is happening, something is about to happen and it is relevant to him. The only answer Lothar could think of was a networm. This is why he did not choose to follow the human fleet back and instead took the witch's ride, the human side will not return to land immediately after the war, and the sailors need more rest than return. The Witch Clan, on the other hand, needs to return the bodies of the war dead to their soup pots as soon as possible, so they will rush back to Heartbreaker Bay overnight.

The singing gradually subsided, because the witches' ships had approached the human fleet, and they did not want the sailors to hear the noble witches singing the sailors' tunes. In reality, though, it's impossible to say that the witches who rule Heartless Bay weren't influenced by the city. Whether it is words and deeds, dress, or even subconscious interjections, they all have a smell of the dock. And this style reacts with the education of the witches themselves, giving them a different appearance from the grey lion witches.

Grief can escalate into an alternative revelry, and on this self-navigating ship, the witches bring out the liquor they carry, accompanied by starlight and food. The feast quickly got into shape, and as they approached the human ships, some witches would even throw their food and bottles to the sailors who were watching from the deck, or worse, they would pull down their shirts slightly, showing their skin to the surviving warriors. The sailors who could still take up arms in the face of the Kraken turned into primitive apes in the starlight, huddled on the edge of the deck to enjoy the view, and some of them were fools who were so captivated by the charm of witches that they couldn't help but rush off the deck to swim to the giant ship to kiss Fangze. Of course, that only drew laughter from the witches. These drunken sailors couldn't board the ships that the Sirens couldn't get on to board.

In this case, Lothar, as the only male on the ship, became the object of envy of the sailors, who roared loudly, ordered and threatened Lothar to roll off the witch's deck at once, and the count only turned a deaf ear to this. His heart was not here, not on the battlefield for the rest of his life, nor in the carnival of the banquet, his heart was directed to the small house on the beach in the dock area of Heartless Bay. However, perhaps because Lothar is so anomalous, she is quite conspicuous in this carnival occasion.

The two witches noticed the lonely back, and they looked at each other and smiled. Many people think that witches will devour their mates during childbirth and treat them as creatures with no concept of gender, which is not entirely true, although their appearance is indeed a kind of mimicry, but human women have abilities that they also possess except for the reproductive part. Especially pleasure, most witches are hedonists, and although they don't have the concept of male and female of humans or other races, they are well aware of the role that male creatures can play in pleasure.

However, before the two witches could really bother Lothar, Qili pounced on Lothar's back in an almost domineering manner, a bottle of blood-red wine in her hand, and her lips were stained with liquor and other things. The two witches frowned slightly, normally witches don't mind sharing their "toys", but Kiri is now active as Kuira, and with Lothar being the only human male in the team during the previous assassination mission, this human warrior seems to be more like the private property of a veteran witch in their eyes. Kuyla was not a witch known for her willingness to share, but rather for her jealousy and vicious vengeance.

"You have to thank me. Kiri whispered in Lothar's ear, and out of the corner of her eye she saw that the two witches had given up on approaching and were looking for other pleasures.

“... Thank you. The Count was not slow to react, and he knew what the soldiers would do after a victory, especially a victory with casualties. It's just that due to the special nature of witches, he, who was supposed to be a warrior, may have played the opposite role in this, and became a tool for them to vent their desires.

"We'll be offshore at dawn, and I'll have them find you a boat to row back into. So for now, you'd better take a break. Kiri rested her chin on Lothar's shoulder and confided in him in a gentle whisper. Her words were obviously magical, and Lothar, who was not holding the witch hunting knife in her hand, was powerless to resist at all, and her consciousness quickly fell silent.

Before the Count lost consciousness, Kiri said to him, "As soon as the day dawns, you should paddle back as best you can, do not hesitate, do not take a detour, or you will regret it." ”