The golden sun slowly rose from the distant horizon, emitting a dazzling morning light that turned the dark clouds into steaming mist. Even the tumbling waters were calm, like a crystal clear glass, painted with a layer of gold by the sun on the blue and charming mirror.

Seeing such a peaceful and quiet morning, no one could have guessed what terrible and crazy things had happened last night. The barrel floated silently on the sea, the broken mast still lying across the deck, and the traces left after the great battle were still vivid in my mind—the blood on the deck and the ship's side, the clusters of arrows stuck on the beams and handrails, the scimitars and harpoons left unattended on the ground......

But it was such a ship, but it was surprisingly quiet, on deck, in front of the hatch, beside the rudder...... Everywhere there were sailors who were lying and sleeping at will, and the exhaustion of fighting all night and dodging the storm and mad dog waves made them not even have the heart to hold a banquet to celebrate, and the only thing they wanted to do was to get a good night's sleep.

As for the pirates...... With the exception of those who escaped from the water, only a handful were caught and locked up in the lowest cabins, with the damp and algae behind the iron fence.

It can be like the peace of heaven, but there are still times when it is raging, and the sea is truly unfathomable...... The little priest sighed, frowned and thought like a theologian, and sat down on the barrel to make himself comfortable.

He was actually quite lucky, except for a back injury, only his head was a little groggy...... Blessed by the Radiance Cross, Weber, who was so glad, turned his gaze to the side, and some childish cheeks showed a slight indifferent smile.

Alan sat on the stairs, holding his legs and watching the damned, wicked, obnoxious squire, lying there quietly, sleepless. Lean sideways, bend your knees, put your hands together, and never snore...... The well-behaved and clever sleeping position is almost like a child...... It doesn't match his usual image at all.

Edward Witwood, he always carried the most standard courtesy, with the most polite words, and a respectful appearance so that no one could find fault with it. But the flame of pride is always burning in the heart, as if standing in front of the king is also equal, and there is no distinction between high and low.

Such an arrogant, self-righteous and confident fellow looks as pure as an angel, a child who needs to be pitied by his father and mother. Allen's motherhood seemed to be slowly emanating from her heart, but it was mixed with other feelings, making her just look at the extremely standard sleeping position of the black-haired teenager, with a gentle smile on her cheeks.

This guy always likes to laugh. Somehow, the scene where Edward finally killed the pirate captain suddenly appeared in front of his eyes - a swordsman covered in blood, standing tall on the armrest of the ship, smiling and admiring the blade in his hand, the pale golden morning light behind him.

That's right, he's still a squire of the Sacred Tree Knight, which means that he also has the opportunity to become a Sacred Tree Knight...... In Allen's mind, he couldn't help but imagine Edward wearing a black burqa chain mail, wearing a white cloak and riding a war horse, and his face seemed to be a little feverish - why, he seemed to be looking forward to it?

"Uh...... Venerable Young Master Allen. Captain Robben, who was limping, walked over very stiffly, bowed down to Allen and saluted: "I... I, I ......"

"Please don't be so polite, Mr. Captain. Allen, who was found to be "identified", let go a lot, and stood up very kindly: "If there is anything, please say it." ”

"It's an honor to be of the service of the Kwyns, really! But......" Captain Robben still looked reserved, especially when he thought that he had almost taken the Kwyn family's young master for a girl, and he was quite glad that he hadn't done anything too out of the ordinary.

"But look at what the Barrel looks like now......" Robben pointed to the deck, the side, the railings around it...... And, of course, the completely ruined mast: "It will take a lot of time to get it running again, if it delays your trip......"

"You've been thinking too much, in fact, if you survived last night, it was already blessed by the Radiant Cross. Alan smiled "don't worry", "You are the captain of this ship, and it is up to you to decide when to sail." ”

This sentence is simply a natural sound for Robben, and the big man who looks quite bold breathes a sigh of relief - Captain Robben, who has been going back and forth to large and small ports all the year round, has seen the appearance of those noble masters, and it is really lucky to meet such a tolerant and good-tempered young master.

Offending a nobleman, especially one whose blood relationship can involve the Minest family, is devastating to anyone who eats at sea in the Kingdom of Turin - his ship is declared unprotected by the kingdom's fleet, and then becomes a fat sheep in the eyes of all pirates, and no one wants to hire his own ship anymore, which is terrible to think about.

"A ship is coming. The little priest, who had been sitting on the barrel next to him, looking at the sea at leisure, suddenly pointed into the distance and shouted to Alan and Captain Robben, who were still talking, "It seems to ...... Still coming towards us. ”

"Mr. Captain, please go and shout those sailors!" Edward, who suddenly opened his eyes, got up and stood firmly on the deck, and before he could finish speaking, he had already run towards the bow of the ship: "I'll go and see whose flag that ship is flying." ”

"Hey?!" The girl was startled, and her cheeks were hot - this guy was pretending to be asleep at all?!Remembering the appearance he had just made, the embarrassed and annoyed Alan hurriedly followed Edward: "Wait, I'm going too!"

"Damn pirates, it's endless......" Captain Robben, who scolded, limped towards the rudder, and held the hilt of his knife with his backhand to open a sleeping sailor who was sleeping next to him: "Get me up, you lazy people!

"Woo~~~" The long horn sound came from the sea in the distance, echoing in the early morning mist, the sound was dull but full of vigorous power, so that the black-haired boy standing at the bow of the ship and the girl behind him couldn't help but be silent, looking at the battleship that was slowly sailing and gradually emerging in front of him from the morning mist.

The ship was far greater and more massive than the Barrel - there were three masts alone, like three spears piercing into the sky, and the huge white sails were blown up by the sea like clouds, carrying the terrible sea monster with an unstoppable momentum.

"My Radiant Cross, where did this monster come from?!" Captain Robben was so stunned at the sight of this behemoth that he forgot to take the helm - in fact, the Oak Cask without a mast really had to be blessed by the Radiant Cross if it wanted to slip away in front of this big guy.

A helpless smile crossed Edward's face - he wasn't in a good state right now, and he wasn't alone this time without any worries, if he wanted to fight such a huge ship...... Holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, he slowly pulled out the long sword behind his back.

"Wait!" The girl beside her suddenly pressed Edward's right hand holding the sword, and with a smile of some joy, she pointed to the distance and said, "Don't worry anymore, there will be no more enemies on that ship." ”

Following Allen's finger, on the mast in the center of the battleship, Edward finally spotted the same blue flag as the one on the Oak Barrel, painted with a one-horned seahorse, fluttering slowly in the sea breeze.

"It's the one-horned seahorse flag - that's the coat of arms of my mother's family, and the one with the black-bottom shield gun down there is the flag of the Kwyn family!" Alan patted his chest and let out a sigh, but there was still a little reluctance in his expression: "It must have been my mother who sent someone to find me, well, it must be!"

At the sight of the one-horned seahorse flag, all the sailors who had been dragged out of their sleep stopped their movements, saluted the approaching ship, and came to a steady stop on the port side of the barrel.

It wasn't until it was approaching that the people on board really felt a sense of powerlessness that bordered on looking up, and in front of the battleship, the barrel they were proud to defend was as small as a real barrel.

A large wooden ladder was set up between the two ships so that the men on the ship could walk down calmly. In the silent waiting of a boatload of people, a young swordsman dressed like Tormund walked to the deck with his hands behind his back and more than two dozen heavily armed soldiers behind him, and unceremoniously surrounded the entire ship.

"By order of Viscount Otto Kwyn and Lady Angelica, we have taken over this ship for the time being!" Looking at the surrounding mess, the bloodstained deck, and the shocking mast, the swordsman's heartstrings tensed suddenly, and he secretly said something bad: "Who can tell me what happened here?!"

"We just fought off a bunch of pirates last night, my lord!" replied Edward with a chuckle in a somewhat mocking tone, "If you do, there are a few unlucky people under the bilge who can catch and ask." ”

The swordsman who felt teased was immediately angry, but when he turned around, he saw the familiar figure, and the arrogant expression on his face immediately became respectful, and he walked forward quickly: "Young Master Allen, are you okay? Forgive us for being late, I ...... it."

"It's okay, aren't I okay?" Alan first glanced at Edward beside him reproachfully, and looked at the swordsman in front of him kindly: "Withdraw the soldiers, I'll go with you." ”

"Yes, Master Allen. The swordsman breathed a sigh of relief and quickly beckoned to the soldiers behind him, only then turned his gaze to the side, and a strange smile appeared on his face: "This must be the famous 'lone sword' Mr. Edward Wetwood of The Hague Castle, I am not wrong." ”

"Under Edward Wetwood, I'm just a squire, just call me Edward. The black-haired boy replied indifferently: "I don't know if I am qualified to know your name." ”

"Under Edward Tasso, he was just a guard. The swordsman smiled cunningly, obviously in retaliation for the black-haired boy who teased him just now: "You can call me Edward!"