The Golden Throne had sailed on the turquoise waters for days, and if it weren't for the fact that the canvas was always in a full arc by the sea breeze, Cato would not have felt the behemoth moving forward. www.biquge.info During this boring time, paladins, who are not very good at getting along with strangers, often stand by the railing of the ship's waist and enjoy the sea breeze. He'd look at the skyline in obsession, and occasionally when he'd had enough of the timeless blue, he would turn around and close his eyes to the laughter of the crew.

Cato never tried to fit into the Golden Throne. Strictly speaking, apart from himself and the Sunchaser, the Golden Throne, along with all of the ship, including the sailors, was Tracy's property. Cato didn't know what Tracy had done, and the crew led by Oxon were desperate for the captain, and the loyalty and kindness they showed to Tracy was not like an employer at all, but more like family. Gato, with hatred and redemption, didn't want to be in the company of brainwashed madmen.

The sky was getting darker, and the canvas was drooping decadently, no longer enthusiastic. It's going to rain. Cato tapped the guardrail in displeasure and kicked back to the cabin. He didn't like the humid air in the cabin - unlike the crisp feeling on the deck, where the moisture was mixed with the smell of rotting wood, especially when it rained, the disgusting smell was so strong - since the battle with the Confederate fleet, the cabin he lived in had been occupied by the dampness, for which he had approached Oxon several times, but was prevaricated by reasons such as "we don't have enough planks", "I need to sober up after drinking too much", "it smells of the sea". Cato knew that it was not the smell of the sea, so he later mentioned it to Tracy, but Tracy only told him with a straight face: "I told you to talk to him with the equivalent of fiery wine." ”

With great reluctance, Cato pushed open the hatch, and the smell of decay immediately came to his face. He kicked the door in a fit of rage, almost making the poor old plank even more miserable. "Damn, I've had enough! Tracy, get out of here!" Cato cried.

Tracy's cabin was next to Cato, and with a flurry of footsteps, the sleepy-eyed captain opened the hatch. He rubbed his eyes and joked with a smile: "Ha! How long have I slept and you're coming to make a fuss? ”

Cato glanced at Tracy's upper body, and finally grabbed him with silk shorts and pulled him into his cabin.

"Ahh

"Smell the damn thing!" Cato not only didn't let go of Tracy's trousers, but also covered his mouth with his other hand. "Smell it, idiot!" roared Cato.

Tracy nodded knowingly, finally not suffocating in the hands of Gato. "Oh my God, man! Do you know how tight our resources are? I make an exception to add you a piece of fried meat every day, but I don't want you to save up your energy to vent on your own! This smell...... Don't you stop every night?let me see your hands, you can't hold a sword when your palm is polished!" After taking two strong breaths, Tracy sneered in a hurry.