Hearing the networm's words, Lothar's expression became serious. The mercenaries didn't react much from him, and while they weren't sure if they had been to the black spire, they were sure they had heard Kiri and Peg talking about the giant eggs wrapped in the tsunami in the cabin of the Damned Lady. Lothar gestured out the door with his eyes, he didn't want anyone else to hear about it, especially Captain Halfdan. It's not about liking or disliking the latter, it's purely because there are some things that fewer people know about are less troublesome.

The mercenary walked to the door, carefully opened the crack and looked out, and after making sure there were no eavesdroppers or people who might have happened to pass by, she closed the latch. "Captain Hafdan will not return to the ship today, supposedly because the captains will spend the night on shore after the meeting, away from their own ship and dependence, as a sign that they have not hidden anything from the others. But I would say it's just to give them more time to conspire and exchange information in private. ”

"Voyages are long and boring, and there is no news of the earth. I am talking to the sailors today and I know that the sea and the land are two very different worlds, and the sailors are the ones who go back and forth between the two worlds. Lothar didn't know whether to sigh or analyze, indeed, he had heard something similar from many sailors today. For example, when you return home after a long voyage, your wife has already gone away with her lover, or when she returns to the port, she finds that her village has been destroyed by the empire, leaving only the wreckage behind, and her family and friends are completely missing, and their lives and deaths are unknown. This is not the life familiar to the count, but it is the life familiar to the sailors.

"You don't have to force yourself to be a sailor, we all know you're not. Sensing the uneasiness and concern in Lothar's words, the webworm walked over to him and placed his hand on the latter's shoulder as a comforting gesture. As a mercenary, she knew how it felt, the feeling that she had already experienced too much to find that the way of life and common sense she was familiar with didn't apply, and that the people around her seemed to come from another world. This is also the reason why mercenaries always choose to retire in the end, or gradually become numb. There is a limit to how much people can adapt to change. Fortunately, the networm has found her purpose before her limits are reached, she doesn't need to pursue a certain lifestyle, she just wants to be with a certain person.

"Thank you. Lothar tilted her head slightly, allowing her face to make contact with the webworm's rough hand. The mercenary's hand was not beautiful, for its owner was not the noble ladies that the Count had in his mind, but it was good, and it was far better for Lothar than the beautiful, fragile limbs of glass. The webworm didn't pull her hand away, and she hugged the man from behind. It may have been a gift for her to perceive all the negative emotions in Lothar's mind and make it impossible for them to hurt Lothar's mind in her own way.

"It's still early to go to bed, so let's talk about the giant egg first. The mercenary whispered in the earl's ear, and the air that blew made the latter tilt his head one after another.

"You see it, how big is it?" The sailors had long described the size of the giant egg, but these descriptions were too abstract and arbitrary, and even exaggerated and distorted by false rumors, and Lothar could not believe them. And since the webworm saw the giant egg with her own eyes, then at least her words are credible.

"I can't tell, it's still half in the sand, but from the dug up, it won't be any smaller than the ship. The networm thought for a moment and said, "I feel, just I feel, that this egg that is being dug up now may be a little bigger than when we encountered it in the tsunami." At that time, if three eggs of this size had hit the hull of the ship, we wouldn't have survived so easily. But it could also be the cause of the current, and the answer may only be known to witches. ”

"The witches will be back soon, and they won't let ordinary people fiddle with those giant eggs, whether they are eggs or not. Moreover, the initial construction of the city has been completed, and it is time for them to declare that their rule will continue, and that no one will want to do anything about it later. After all, Lothar came from an aristocratic family, and even if he scoffed at the so-called rules of rule, he knew how to govern and rule a land better than the average person. Therefore, according to the earl's guess, the reason why the witch group did not come forward in the first place may be that they want to give some respect to the captains who have returned to the sea, after all, these captains are the real driving force for the development of Lost Heart Bay. But this respect is limited, and they will remind the captains of who is the true owner and ruler of Heartbreaker Bay. This is true regardless of whether the black minaret, which is only symbolic, exists or not.

"Sooner or later, witches will come back, just as crows will always find dead bodies. The webworm said with some displeasure, she didn't like witches, it wasn't something that was hard to notice, "The question is what to do when they come." Whatever they had imprisoned us before, they would do it again if they found out about us. And I promise that this time it won't be more polite than the last one. Hell, it was the witch who brought us here and asked for our help. ”

"A lot of things are like that, when you're out there, the organization and the boundaries are clear. But when you accidentally stretch out your hand and get caught in the whirlpool, it makes no sense to go up and down, left and right. Lothar said with a smile, a phrase he had only heard from the other sailors to-day, and of course, it was not as elegant as the Count's.

"Well, you're already a lot like a sailor. If you get that lingering fishy smell, I'm curious if the people of the grey lion are willing to admit your name. The networm played with her fingers with Lothar's hair, which had been changed by cheese's magic, but in the mercenary's eyes she saw Lothar as she was, "That's not the problem. The question we need to pay attention to now is how to hide from the eyes and ears of witches. I'm sure yours won't hesitate to give us a confession as soon as the witches start issuing notices to hunt us down. Even if we can hide our appearance, the accent will betray us. ”

"It's not a problem for the time being, even the witches, they have to focus on the rebuilding of the city now, otherwise they don't really want to rule here. And, remember the conflict between us and the Kraken? I mean the guys with sharks. When we were being fished up, the ship had encountered a group of witches, I don't know how many, but judging from the momentum and the state of the captain, it was definitely the number of people who could easily kill all the living people on the Black Arrow. So the question is, what did these witches do? Lothar's gaze sharpened, and as the commander of the Bear Hunter Legion, he knew exactly how to react if his men were attacked.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's not us who should be the sorceress' headache right now, it's the Kraken. At least, the Krakens who attacked here. ”