The waves that night struck made Syk immediately abandon all plans to show goodwill to Seren.

"It's all you, it's all you, it's all you—" On deck, Rick snarled at Seren.

Their ship is "rolling" on the waves at the moment – and that is not an exaggeration.

The crew hid in the cabin and strapped themselves to their beds safely. The mages were on the deck, tied around their waists with ropes, fastened themselves to the railings, and then cast spells with all their might, working together to protect the squash balls. The Mojie was pushed by the waves and flipped in the squash ball, occasionally turning the bottom of the ship into the sky and back again.

Serenne tied himself to Rick, watching the waves with a smile on his face. He didn't have a bed, and he didn't borrow these mages, so he just ran out and tied them up. In order to prevent the squash ball from crushing into the waves, the marine wall has a limited and controlled flow of water. There was a constant stream of icy water rushing across the deck. Rick was soaking wet, and his hair was sticking to his face.

When the waves rise, it is like a mountain suddenly stretching in front of you, and when it falls, it is like a black curtain covering the heavens and the earth.

Rick felt very uncomfortable, as if something was about to rush out of his mouth and run away. He glared at Seren, this inhuman and physically strong guy definitely didn't have the word "seasickness" in the dictionary, and eighty percent didn't have "hypothermia" or "choking on water".

The four illuminated mages on the ship are all here, two people casting spells at a time, and two people resting. It's Rick's turn to cast a spell. He kept moving his hands, using gestures to complete all the spell guidance, and continued to curse Seren: "It's all you who brought the decline! What kind of curse did you bring to the ship?"

Captain Carlo, who was resting for a while, was surprised that Rick didn't need to chant a spell to cast a spell. He was a male mage of his age, with a beer belly that his robes couldn't cover and a rather casual short mustache: "You're so good, you don't need a verbal element to cast spells. Silent spellcasting is a professional jishu, and at Xi Ke's age, it is quite rare for someone to be free to cast spells like this.

"I know of some studies that think yelling can boost mana. Another bait, Chang'an Pate, who also belongs to the rest group, said. He was younger than the chief engineer, but he looked like an old man. He has a long face and attractive ears, and his eyebrows and kind eyes don't look like a mage.

"If, like me, you need to move your mouth out of the spell in the middle of it, it will be right away. Nick replied to the chief engineer, and then continued his urgent business: "WeishenmeWe've been here for so long, and the storm that you once in a few hundred years came out as soon as you got on board?"

"Hmm—" Serian admired the glint light at the top of the waves, and he felt as if there were brilliant fish hiding in the waves to observe them. He turned to Rick and smiled, "Because I'm admirable?"

"Tell these waves to take you home and see enough, you don't have to come back!" Rick yelled.

The walrus didn't calm down until it was almost dawn. By that time, Syk was exhausted, hypothermic, his stomach was tangled, and his throat was dumb.

He sneezed hard and quickly changed his wet clothes. Carrying the white crystals left behind by the dried and wet seawater, he went into the studio to make bait with the bait chief.

The two of them worked together to catch up with the time for the rope release operation, and after handing over the finished product, they could finally rest, and Xike went straight to the bathroom.

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The Mojet's communal bath has a large bath. The water ran out when it was tumbling before, but now it's full again. The hot water looks very charming.

Wick took off his clothes and rushed into the bathroom, feeling as if the boat was rocking. The boat was rocking all the time, yes, but the actual shaking was smaller than what Rick felt. His seasickness was not yet healed, and he stumbled on his feet, and Serian held his arms from behind to prevent him from falling.

"I said—why are you here?" Rick squinted, glaring back. He also thought that Serian had nothing to do, and that he should have taken a bath a long time ago, and at this time he was either borrowing a bed to make up for sleep or causing trouble for the crew.

Seren blinked innocently, "I helped clean up the aft compartment, which was just done. 」

Although it is possible, and there are many places to clean up after the roll, Xi Ke does not believe this coincidence very much. He pulled his arm out of Seren's iron hoop and walked to the row of shower heads by the wall to flush the water.

The bait Chang'an Pat also walked in after them, but neither of them noticed him, just busy rubbing his bubbles and brushing his body.

Seren didn't pay much attention to the bath, and turned his head to look at Xi Ke brightly. He saw that the upper arm of his right hand was almost halfway there, and there was a reddish scar that circled around the arm. After a few years, the color of this wound is closer to the skin next to it, but the distance between the two of them is only forty centimeters now, and it still looks very obvious. Seren, who was sure it wasn't him, said, "What's the matter with that scar on your upper arm?"

Rick rinsed the foam off his head and squinted at Seren. He wanted to tell Seren to shut up in Soni, but when he saw Seren's naked body, he fixed his eyes and saw that his strong muscles were covered with scars, hinting at many dangers that he didn't know about, and he swallowed back the sarcasm he had intended to utter.

"My right hand has been replaced. Rick poured the shampoo and lowered his head to continue rubbing the bubbles: "Because there is too much time between the severed hand and the regeneration, and the broken place has been healed, and the scar remains. 」

"Was your previous job so dangerous?" said Seren, staring directly at Syke's hand.

"Not really. It was the wound I suffered when I was wanted. 」

"When you were on the run?" Seren's eyes widened in surprise.

Rick didn't answer, but acquiesced. He asked, "Didn't Shuilonu tell you about it?"

"I haven't heard. What does it have to do with her?"

"That hand was meant to protect her, and I cut it off myself as a spellcasting material. Nick said casually.

Seren took a breath, exhaled slowly, and said after a few seconds, "You're a person sometimes, it's really beyond imagination. 」

Rick looked up, closed his eyes, and poured hot water down his head all over his body. Start brushing your body.

After washing his body and going out, Seren soaked in the bath before him, and when he saw Syk turn around and walk towards the door, he asked in surprise, "Aren't you soaking in hot water?"

"Not interested. Rick stubbornly headed towards the door.

"That's not going to work. After marching in the rain, everyone in the regiment will definitely soak in hot water to dispel the cold. Soaking in hot water is good for the body. Especially a thin, dry, pale man like you, who needs hot water!" Seren, coming out of the water, grabbed Rick's unscarred hand and dragged him to the edge of the pool.

"No! I don't want to put myself in a pile of water!" Rick struggled, but the wrist of his other hand was immediately grabbed by Seren.

"Have you ever soaked in a hot spring? Seren didn't listen to Syk at all, and continued to drag the man towards the pool.

"I'm not going to go into any body of water!" Rick kicked his legs, trying to pull his hand back, but to no avail.

"Oh, you can't swim. Wouldn't you? You still can't swim when you're on the boat?" Seren had already dragged Syk to the edge of the bath. He stepped in first, the water was not deep enough for his knees: "Don't worry. The bath is shallow. 」

"Fifteen centimeters of water can drown a person, just as a staircase is twenty-five centimeters enough to kill a person. Rick pressed his foot against the edge of the pool and said the cases of bad luck.

"It's coming!" Seren, vigorously but slowly, pulled the Cyclade over.

Xi Ke didn't want to dislocate his hand, so he had to step into the bath obediently and sit down. The bait Chang'an Paite silently moved his seat to the side for them.

Serenne let go of Syk and sat down, letting out a comfortable sigh in the hot water.

Unable to deny that the bath was comfortable, he stammered, "Yes, yes, not bad. 」

"The hot springs are more comfortable," Seren said. It was the most haode thing I've seen since I left my hometown. 」

Hometown - Xi Ke pondered these two words in his heart. Seren's hometown is "probably" his hometown as well. The two of them never confirmed with each other. In fact, it is impossible to confirm it. Rick could not remember the name or location of the village. He was only eight years old when he left home, and the contents of his head were quickly overshadowed by life in the Dark Academy.

"There's a little boy in my hometown who was a born necromancer. Serian paused for a moment before saying, "Just like you." What Serenne didn't say was that Lady Lyernott had told him in no uncertain terms that there might not be one born necromancer in a thousand years. The likelihood of two innate necromancers appearing in the same era at the same time is so low that you don't even need to think about it.

"Really?" Rick whispered. He kept his eyes on the bath supplies on the wall, and didn't look at Serens as he spoke. But Seren, every time he spoke to Syck, he confronted him.

Xike's hometown is a deep mountain village with only 19 people. Everyone in the village knows each other, and it seems that they are all related. The village has long been wiped out by epidemics.

In Xi Ke's vague memory, on the day Xi Ke was taken away, only he and another teenager were still alive in the village, and another teenager left alone.

At that time, the snow covered everything, and most of the scenery that is now difficult to focus on was white and black. More than a dozen zombies roamed the snow, their dull and cloudy eyes set on their gray-white skin.

The young man who was alive with green pupils and straw-like hair, and the corpses were far away from him, not daring to approach him, let alone attack him. In the frighteningly white moonlight, he stood at the gate of the village and watched as Xi Ke was carried away. The boy was left alone, in a ruined village surrounded by zombies and snow and ice.

Rick arched himself and shrunk into the water, letting the hot water envelop him and warm his body. Years later, as his knowledge became more abundant, the only plausible explanation for the seemingly ordinary boy Weishenme who had not taken any precautions against zombies could make the zombies fearful, and that was that he was a paladin. And of the two paladins known to him in this era, the one who was not in Sarafaydo had been an adult for a long, long time when he was eight years old.