The warm sea breeze gently brushed his cheeks with the coolness of the night, and although the sea was still dark, the waiter had already woken up from his deep sleep, yawned and lifted the blanket on his body and stretched—although he had grown up in Turin, little Goodwin, who had half Dominic blood flowing through his body, was quite accustomed to life at sea, and the gentle shaking of the deck and cabin was more comfortable for him than on smooth land.

The sleepy-eyed little Goodwin straightened his clothes and got up from the corner where he had been lying all night. There would not be a room for a squire on the ship, and if it weren't for the fact that Edward was now Sir Leonardo's lieutenant, and that he could have a spacious cabin that would allow him to get a little light, poor little Goodwin would have to go to the hammock with the big soldiers.

There were still about two quarters of an hour before dawn, and little Goodwin, who had slapped his cheek to sober himself, hurried to get ready for Edward's outing—most of the squire's work was this, polishing the boots of his knights, feeding the horses, delivering letters, or packing things.

But something happened today...... The little girl, who claimed to be Lord Edward's "maid", had already stood outside the door early, packed up everything and put it aside, and stood there full of hostility glaring at her viciously, so that little Goodwin couldn't help but feel a chill on her back.

"Good morning, good morning. Although the cute-looking "little maid" looked fierce, little Goodwin still planned to get closer, and forced a smile: "Your name is Angela, right, I'm uh...... Lord Edward's squire, you may have heard my name ......"

"Angela doesn't need to know your name. The little maid turned her head directly, but she still stared fiercely at the little hairy little Goodwin, and with a soft snort she looked away proudly, and stood there like a little princess.

"Uh-huh...... little Goodwin sighed helplessly, he didn't know why this little girl hated him so much - they had only just met, and little Goodwin didn't know about Angela's existence until the day he boarded the ship.

So little Goodwin wouldn't understand that Angela hated him only because he was Edward's servant...... Angela was jealous, why could this guy follow Edward all day but not himself, Angela was Edward's best tool.

Although Angela may not have noticed that the former "tool" has gradually begun to have the existence of "feelings", the heart that has been closed for several years is slowly being opened up little by little - maybe the way is not so normal, but it will plant a seed in the heart of the little maid.

........................ The thirteenth day of the expeditionary fleet's southward journey was still no different from the previous days, the oncoming sea breeze set off white waves on the sparkling sea, and the seabirds flying in the wind drew a dazzling trajectory in the white sky scattered with white clouds.

On the vast sea level, more than a dozen giant ships flying the flaming goshawk flag cleaved the waves on the sea surface, riding the wind blowing from the west of the world sea in early spring, forming a row of diagonal lines, closely following the flagship with golden ramming horns and galloping on the sea.

It was as if the sun had washed away the filth rose from the distant horizon, shining its incomparably pure and divine light on the whole heaven and earth, and even the clouds in the sky were dyed with brilliant colors.

But for the expeditionary fleet, such weather did not bode well - cumulus clouds, seabirds, and the increasingly rapid sea breeze all signaled a rainstorm to come, especially at a time when the cold wind had not completely dissipated, and could easily lead to a dangerous storm.

But that was not the only problem—most of the soldiers in this army, except for the sailors of the royal fleet and the mercenaries hired from the west coast, had probably never been on a ship in their lives, and especially the most elite veterans of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, who had spent half their lives in the plains and hills beneath the bloody cliffs, all vomiting up and down in the bumpy waves.

"If the wind doesn't go wrong today, we'll be in Haima in two days' time. In the charting room of the flagship, Lusen Minester moved back and forth on the map with a beautiful rappier, explaining to Sir Leonardo: "The port has been prepared a week in advance, and we can resupply our supplies there, rest for a while, and then continue south, and sail down to the city of the stars while the spring monsoon is not yet over." ”

At this time, Lusn Minest was no longer dressed as the original scholar, his neat broken hair and a touch of stubble were quite energetic, and the delicate and close-fitting light armor made this aristocratic young man of Turin City a little more heroic, but the frowning brow slightly destroyed the image.

But Sir Leonardo was just as serious: "Is there no way to avoid it—or is it possible to reach Seahorse Harbor before the storm comes?"

"May the Radiant Cross bless us, if we are lucky, there is such an opportunity, but we cannot put all our hope on such uncertain things. Lusen shook his head, "Maybe it's today, maybe it's tomorrow - we have to be prepared for the storm in advance, just in case." ”

The eloquent Lusen talked to Leonardo about his plan with a clear eye, and he calmly seemed to be giving orders one by one, which made him quite proud. Suddenly, as if he was full of excitement, he looked at the chief knight in front of him, who was still smiling: "Uh...... I'm sorry Sir Leonardo, I have absolutely no disrespect, you are the commander of the expeditionary force, and what I just said is just a suggestion!"

"No, no, no...... It doesn't matter, I believe in the vision of Marquis Holard Minest, and I believe that the people of the Minest family are born to be captains!" The bold Sir Leonardo smiled and patted Luson on the shoulder: "Since you are my lieutenant, I will not have any doubts about you. ”

"Thank you for believing in me, I will definitely do my best. Lusen breathed a long sigh of relief, but there was only a pang of fear in his heart—he was really proud of his accident, and he knew all too well the dangers of such a move.

Especially on this ship - although the influence of the Minest family in the kingdom fleet is very huge, but the real core of this expeditionary force is the Knights of the Holy Tree, if you can't prove your ability and value to the expeditionary force, the mere origin of the Minest family will make you ostracized.

"Since I knew that this would be the case, why did I have to participate in this expedition?" Luson had just walked out of the chart room, when he ran into Edward who was standing outside the door, obviously overhearing the conversation between him and Leonardo just now: "Marquis Holard told me that you asked for it on your own initiative, not because you were forced to do it. ”

"And why did you join this expedition, Sir Edward—the conquest of Bright Star City would have no interest in you or the Knights of the Sacred Tree, and you shouldn't have gone to The Hague Fort with Cousin Alan now?" Lusin sneered.

"In this respect, we are all the same, Edward - we all have a desire to show ourselves, a strong desire to express ourselves and the idea of superiority. You were born with nothing, and I was in the limelight, but we are all the people who yearn for power but can't get it, and we won't let go of any opportunity. ”

Standing on the deck, Lusen and Edward looked at each other, the sky that had been clear just now was now covered with dark clouds, and the raindrops the size of beans fell on the deck one after another, leaving a water stain.

"The storm is coming, and at least at this time, we should fight side by side - the ship that will have infighting in the midst of the great waves is doomed to sink!"