Sunset comes every day, but not everyone can see the next sunrise. For a seasoned sailor, every dawn deserves praise and a good gulp of rum. For those who hide in the cabin, all they can know is that there is no longer a glimmer of light in the crevice of the deck. Only the cold and humid sea breeze announced the arrival of the night. It was another night on the sea, but it was different from the previous one.


    Thanks to the material of the dame Dame and the construction process with witchcraft, fleas and mice, as well as other creatures on board, that troubled the crew were invisible on the vessel. The only multi legged creature here is the spider man''s pet. "Give it a name. It should have a name." Rosa said suddenly, glancing at the huge white octopus.


    They never shake their heads. "Maids. Because with names, people can call them and get close to them. They just need to remember one master and all the others are enemies Under her touch, the White Spider shrank meekly into a ball. If it wasn''t for the eight shining Obsidian eyes, people who don''t know would regard it as a bunch of fur or some kind of furniture.


    The count of black mountain nodded and said nothing more. He just made some topics in the boring vigil. Proper communication can also prevent you from becoming tired. In most cases, waking up tired is more dangerous than waking up alert. As for the two witches, as spellcasters, they do not need to work as night watchmen. Qili was sleeping comfortably on the haystack. Although Peggy was wary of invisible attackers, she could not resist the whole day''s sailing, which made her tired and fell asleep soon after lying down.


    "Are you serious about what you just said?" After the two witches'' breath had stabilized, the net worm said. She said this as she leaned against the warm, hairy head of the spider, cleaning her carrying dagger with grease by the light of the fire. Keeping a weapon sharp is a skill that any warrior must learn earlier than how to wield it.


    Lothar moved her left leg to prevent it from being stiff from holding a position for too long, and responded in a somewhat strange tone, "you said to name the spider? Of course, I really think this guy deserves a name. It''s just like everyone has their own name. By the way, haven''t you told me your name yet


    The maid laughed, "good try. But I''m not talking about names. I mean, are you really going to help these two witches to the end? I thought you just wanted to take this opportunity to come out and have a look, rather than really get involved in an event that should not be involved by outsiders


    The count also laughed. He had been taking it as a kind of entertainment to inquire about the real names of Internet worms for months, and would try whenever he had the opportunity. Obviously, there is no result of the game. Every time the maid can be keenly aware of Lothar''s intention. However, it is interesting that although she avoids this topic every time, she never shows any aversion to Lothar''s temptation. This kind of disguised encouragement stimulates the latter to continue to try other ways to find the answer. This phenomenon is called "their game" by others in the valley.


    However, after laughing, the thing to say still needs to be said. Rosa got serious, thought for a few seconds, and said, "do you think I should not boast? Because I don''t know exactly what kind of place lost heart Bay is, and I''m not sure whether our employers are right or wrong? You are afraid that I will not fulfill my promise, or I will do something against the principle in order to fulfill the promise. "


    "It''s strange to hear you say the word employer, but yes, mercenaries and knights are never the same. In our opinion, right and wrong are just excuses for higher pay. We never care about the consequences of what we do, because it will make the money we earn become hot The net worm shoves the dagger into the outside of the boot to make sure it''s easy to get. Then he pulls out his dagger and continues to wipe it. Naturally, xigucheng can not provide weapons that can meet the standard of mercenaries. They bought this dagger when they were in the town along the way. For the net worm, the sword is a little heavy, and there are many useless decorations on the handle and scabbard. If she can, she doesn''t want to fight with this fancy weapon.


    "Hot?" Lothar looked down at the witch hunting knife in his hand. The blade of the Tomahawk reflected a light that was not dazzling. But the soldier knew that his weapon was sharper than any weapon he had ever seen or used. "For me, there is only one thing that hurts me, and that is to abandon the principle. I want to help them because they need help. If I find out that this is not the case in my heart, I will not stick to a promise that has been cheated. If the mercenary is not satisfied with his employer, he will lose money. If the knight is not satisfied with the monarch, he will lose more than property. "


    "I hope you will remember them. I don''t want to lose more. " The netizen''s tone is quite complicated, and I''m afraid no one knows how much Lothar understands. The count only knew that the mercenary had not told him how much he wanted for a long time, and that was not because Lothar couldn''t pay the amount that the net worm wanted. She wanted something more than money, and he knew what it was.


    Just as the count wanted to continue the conversation, his half open mouth suddenly froze. It was not only him, but the maid''s arm was also in a fixed position. The two of them looked at each other and confirmed their feelings in each other''s eyes.Something''s on the deck. And the question is, what is that thing. Lothar stood up cautiously, bending over the net bug''s gestures and moving without making any obvious noise. He looked through the cracks in the deck above, hoping to see the figure of the comer. Interestingly, in this tense atmosphere, the frequency of the ship swaying because of the waves gradually increased. At the end of the day, the whole ship seemed to be on the ground, motionless. This strange state gave rise to uneasiness, and the maid stood up and asked Lothar with her eyes.


    The count shook his head gently, and he saw nothing, either because of the wrong angle, or because the witch had said that these things had no shape in the moonlight. The webworm tried to wake Peggy and Ellie, but Lothar stopped her because, according to Peggy, those things should not be able to get into the cabin. In addition, in this state, wake up the witch, it is impossible to make more noise to attract the attention of those guys. The count slowly went to the hanging lamp, carefully covered the lampshade with a cloth curtain, in order to maintain the lighting while reducing the possibility of being found.


    "Kowtow, kowtow" clearly could not see anything, but the sound of footsteps echoed on the deck overhead. It''s not a primate footstep, it''s more like a hard claw rubbing against a board. Cold sweat, down the forehead. Lothar''s heart began to beat faster, but he did not dare to take a deep breath to ease the uneasiness.


    "Kowtow, kowtow" is more and more. It sounds that the number of things falling on the deck is increasing.


    Different sounds of "knock, thump" came from the cabin door, which was caused by the board of the cabin door being thinner than the normal deck. And the difference in voice also conveys to the other party that there is something here. The count felt that his hair was going to stand up. Did those guys find the hatch?


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