Sunset, every day comes, but not everyone gets to see the next sunrise. For a seasoned sailor, every morning light deserves praise and a good sip of rum. And for those hiding in the cabin, all they can know is that there is no longer the slightest light shining through the cracks in the deck. Only the cold, wet sea breeze announces the arrival of night. It's another night at sea, but it's not the same as the previous one.

Thanks to the Cursed Lady's materials and the witchcraft rituals that inflicted on it, the fleas and rats that plagued the crew, as well as other creatures on board, were invisible to the sailboat. The only myriaped creature here is the pet of the Spider Tamer. "Give it a name, it should have a name. Lothar said suddenly, glancing at the massive white eight-legged creature.

The mercenary shook her head, "We never give them names. Because with names, others can call them and get close to them. This possibility cannot be left unchecked, it is enough for them to remember only one master, everyone else is the enemy. The white spider shrunk meekly under her caressing, and if it weren't for the eight obsidian eyes that glittered with obsidian, the unwitting would have mistaken it for a ball of fur or some kind of furniture.

The Count of Montenegro nodded and said nothing, he just made something to talk about during the boring vigil. Proper communication can also prevent drowsiness, and in most cases, tired wakefulness is more dangerous than alert light sleep. As for the two witches, as spellcasters, they don't need to be on the vigil. Kiri had fallen asleep comfortably on the haystack, and though Peg was wary of the invisible attacker, she was exhausted from the day's sailing, and it didn't take long for her to fall asleep.

"Are you serious?" said the webworm as the snorts of both witches had stabilized. As she said this, she was leaning against the spider's hairy, warm head, cleaning the dagger she carried with grease by the light of the fire. Keeping a weapon sharp is a skill that any warrior must learn earlier than how to wield it.

Lothar moved her left leg to prevent it from stiffening from holding one position for too long, and responded in a somewhat strange tone, "You name the spider? Sure, I really think this guy deserves a name." It's like everyone has their own name, and you haven't told me your name yet?"

The mercenary smiled lightly, "Good attempt." But I'm not talking about names. What I'm saying is, you're really going to help these two witches to the end? I thought you were just trying to take this opportunity to come out and see, rather than really getting involved in an event that no one else should be involved in. ”

The Earl laughed too, he had been asking for the real name of the networm for the past few months as some kind of entertainment, and he would try it at every opportunity. Obviously, the game has not yet come to fruition, and the mercenary is always keenly aware of Lothar's intentions, but interestingly, although she avoids the topic every time, she never shows any objection to Lothar's temptation. This disguised encouragement further stimulated the latter to continue to try other ways to find answers. And this phenomenon is called "a game between the two of them" by the rest of the valley.

But after laughing, there was still something to say, Lothar straightened up, thought for a few seconds, and said, "Do you think I shouldn't boast about Haikou, because I don't know what kind of place Lost Heart Bay is, and I'm not sure if our employer's position is right or wrong? ”

"It's strange to hear you say the word employer, but yes, mercenaries and knights are never the same, and it seems to us that right and wrong are just excuses for higher pay. We never care about the consequences of what we do, because it makes the money we earn hot. The networm tucked the dagger into the outside of his boot to make sure it was within reach, then drew his dagger and continued wiping it. Naturally, Valley City couldn't provide a weapon that could meet the standards of mercenaries, and this short sword was bought by them when they were in towns along the way. The sword was a bit heavy for the networm, and there were a lot of useless decorations on the hilt and scabbard, and she didn't want to fight with such a fancy weapon if she could.

"Is it hot?" Lothar looked down at the witch hunting knife in his hand, the blade of the battle axe reflected a non-dazzling light in the light, but the warrior knew that the weapon in his hand was sharper than anything he had ever seen and used. "For me, there is only one thing that pains me, and that is to break down on principles. I want to help them because they need help. If I find out that this is not the case, then I will not stick to a promise that has been deceived. The mercenary is not satisfied with the employer and loses money, and the knight is dissatisfied with the monarch, and the loss is far more than property. ”

I hope you remember those words. I don't want to lose more. The Networm's tone was quite complicated, and no one knew how much Lothar had understood. The Count only knew that the mercenary hadn't told him how much he wanted to be paid for a long time, and that wasn't because Lothar couldn't pay the amount the networm wanted. She wanted something other than money, and he knew what it was.

Just as the Count wanted to continue the conversation, his half-open mouth froze abruptly. Not only him, but also the mercenary's wiping arm stopped in a fixed position. The two of them looked at each other, confirming their feelings in each other's eyes.

Something, falling onto the deck. And the question is, what is that thing. Lothar stood up cautiously, ignoring the webworm's gestures, bending over and moving without making a distinct sound. His gaze passed through the gap in the deck above, hoping to catch a glimpse of the comer. Interestingly, in this tense atmosphere, the frequency of the boat shaking due to the waves gradually increased. In the end, the whole ship seemed to be placed on the ground, motionless. The strange state of affairs sparked unease, and the mercenary stood up and asked Lothar with her eyes.

The Count shook his head slightly, he saw nothing, perhaps because of the wrong angle, or perhaps because the witch had said that these things had no form in the moonlight. The networm tries to wake up Peg and Kirly, but Lothar stops her because, according to Peg, there shouldn't be a way for the things to get into the cabin. Besides, waking up the witch in this state is hard to guarantee that it won't make a bigger noise to attract the attention of those guys. The Count walked slowly over to the hanging lamp, carefully covering the shade with a curtain to maintain the illumination and reduce the possibility of detection.

"Knock, knock" I couldn't see anything, but the sound of footsteps echoed on the deck overhead. It wasn't the footsteps of primates, but more like the sound of hard claws rubbing against a plank. Cold sweat ran down his forehead. Lothar's heart unconsciously began to beat faster, but he didn't dare take a deep breath to ease the uneasiness.

"Knock, knock" footsteps are getting more and more, and it sounds like the number of things falling on the deck is increasing.

A different sound was heard, "Knock, knock", which was caused by the fact that the planks of the hatch were thinner than the normal deck. And this difference in sound also sends a signal to the other party that there is something here. The Count only felt his hair stand on end, did the fellows find the hatch?