The next moment, the cold tip of the Sunchaser's sword pressed against Tracy's neck, and Cato, who held the sword, looked at him with a fierce gaze and said sternly: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will open a hole here." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Please, fellow......" As soon as Tracy opened his mouth, Cato did not hesitate to push the Sunstrider forward a little, allowing him to taste the real pain. Tracy bit her lip tightly and closed her mouth, and conveyed to Cato with an exaggerated expression, "Well, you're the boss. ”

The atmosphere fell into an awkward silence, two people, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know how it ended. In embarrassment, they all noticed a strange little detail—a faint black-purple glow covering the surface of the Sunstrider's blade, flowing at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

Tracy gestured to the brilliance flowing from the blade towards him, and Cato nodded to him to indicate that he had noticed the anomaly. A soft pale golden light emerged from the latter's sword-wielding palm, churning close to the black-purple light that had been concentrated on the other side of the blade, engulfing the aura from the alien god in an instant.

"Tracy, Tracy, get on deck! Grant sees land!" Ramos shouted all the way to Tracy's cabin door, only to see the captain hiding in Cato's room in his pajama pants, and even though his wolf nose was no better than that of a wild dog, he could smell the strange smell of the room. "Haha, dear captain, is that how you celebrated the landing - using your power to have fun with a male paladin who is a head above you! Ramos laughed, and the werewolf's already clumsy body was about to shrink into a ball.

"Shut up, big tailed stupid dog. If you dare to say it, I'll throw you into the sea and feed the sharks. Tracy wasn't sure if the strange brilliance had been completely dispelled, and nervously squeezed two threats from between her teeth before she was silent.

Cato smiled and put the Sunseeker back up, and said lightly, "Go on, I can't wait to sleep in a good bed, and besides, your crew needs you, the honorable ship-captain-great-man." ”

Tracy, who breathed a sigh of relief, immediately turned around and continued to intimidate Ramos: "The book says that sharks in Naslon's territorial waters like to eat fluffy wolf cubs the most. ”

Ramos smiled disapprovingly, and Cato tapped Tracy on the shoulder twice from behind and asked, "Can you tell me which book would write such a boring content?"

"The Complete Guide to Fishing Techniques by Nat Purg. Tracy replied solemnly, laughing wildly at the end of the sentence, and followed Ramos out of the cabin.

Cato looked at the Sunchaser thoughtfully for a long time, and found nothing unusual before casually taking the falling hatch to the deck.

The sky is still gray. Cato and Tracy gathered around the bow of the ship, taking turns using binoculars to observe the direction Grant pointed out, each insisting that there was nothing but a thick sea fog, but Grant insisted that the land was hidden behind the sea fog.

"Francis, adjust the course, let's go and have a look in the fog. Be careful, the current Golden Throne can't stand the toss!" Tracy commanded decisively, trusting Grant's judgment as always. The others did not complain about the captain's arbitrariness, and happily returned to their respective posts to bury their heads in their work.