Lothar, who was a little amazed at the magical scene on the sea just now, calmed down immediately after noticing the residual limbs soaked in the sea. His eyes swept across the sea with a dark blue light, and indeed found more similar things. Moreover, these corpses not only came from humans, but also appeared in them. This made the Count feel a little comforted and also aggravated his doubts. If the fragments he saw were not from a certain ship that sunk here, where would they come from?

"Dead Crowd." A gentle and fearful voice sounded from behind the two. Peg was holding a wind lamp made of fish bones in his hand. The pale candle inside emitted the same color of light, which shone on her face even more bloodless. However, at the same time, Lothar and the networm also noticed that in the light of the lantern in the witch's hand, the thick fog covering the sky and the sun became transparent, although this effect could only be seen in the range of the candlelight.

"Dead Crowd? You said these things?" The Count glanced at the edge of the deck and repeated the new term Peg mentioned. This simple and crude naming style is indeed the style that sailors like. It seems that it is reasonable that the witches growing in the Bay of Death will have some understanding of this so-called Death Crowd.

Peg did not answer Lothar immediately. She walked to the deck and looked at the sea as if holding the last lucky confirmation. It happened that an unknown creature skull surfaced at this moment, and her mouth still had flesh and blood toward the people on the boat, as if she showed a strange smile. "Yes, when you see the dead crowd, this is the foggy sea." The witch sighed and said as if she accepted her fate. Then she turned to the terrace where the rudder was located, as if she was deliberately trying to stay away from the edge of the deck. The other two followed her when they saw this.

The little witch gently rubbed the rudder with her hands, and said after a brief silence, "Who can tell me what's going on? The Cursed Lady's Call has obviously not moved too much, so why did we enter the foggy sea?"

"It's very simple. Our ship has not moved. It was this fog that came up by itself." The networm pushed the hair of his temples behind his ears and looked up at the foggy world. "It was probably midnight and they suddenly approached. I wanted to go down to find you, but before I could reach the hatch, the fog had swallowed the ship."

The mercenary did not mention that Losa fell asleep during the vigil. It was thought that she thought it would be of no help to the situation in front of her. The Count himself unconsciously remembered the dream he had just had when he heard his companion say that the fog was pouring over. No, it was just a nightmare! He shook his head hard and drove away the terrible scene in his mind. But the heart that had been experienced and trained still throbbed irresistibly, reminding him of his true feelings. Fear, the soul-born fear, the fear of what he saw in the dream. How long has it been so true? Losa gritted his teeth tightly. Fear is not something a knight should show. But honesty is also a virtue that the knight must abide by, so he cannot lie to himself. He is afraid, even more afraid than when he saw the demon lord sitting on the castle of the Valley City.

"Are you okay?" The networm's voice and concern on his face recalled the count. The latter tried hard to squeeze out a smile to reassure his companions, but found that the muscles on his face could not move freely due to excessive tension. He stammered for a moment, turned around and walked down the terrace as if he was running away. "Maybe it was because the vigil made me uncomfortable. I'll go to the cabin to rest for a while. Anyway, we are trapped in this fog now."

"Is he okay?" Peg said after waiting for Lossa's figure to disappear in the closed cabin door with some confusion. To be honest, although he didn't want to bring anyone back to the Soul Bay, the little witch knew very well that the Count of Black Mountain was a warrior. The situation is complicated now. It would be better to have such powerful force as Lossa by his side.

But Peg's question was the wrong person. Although Networm was concerned about the count's situation, she could not see what Lossa saw in her dream. "I don't know." The mercenary shook his head, and the worry on his face was even more serious than when he saw the dead. His rich combat experience told her that the danger itself was not terrible, but what was terrible was the dispersed hearts of the people. Now Lossa's depression is very likely to affect the others on the ship, causing them to miss possible opportunities.

"He was scared, it was so frustrating. I've never seen him so afraid of something, and that thing wasn't me!" Qili's voice came from the heads of the two people beside the helm. The bright-eyed witch squatted on the top of the cabin, moving like a gargoyle. After making a complaint of dissatisfaction, Qili turned over and landed on the deck lightly. It seemed that she was not affected by the heavy fog, but she looked like she was not caring about everything.

"This is impossible." The networm frowned and she said to the witch, "He is the bravest person I have ever met. He will not be afraid of these fog and sea water or the dead people soaked in it! Even if the people on this ship are unable to hold on because of fear, he will be..."

Qili rushed to the front of the female mercenary in two steps and pressed the latter's words back into her stomach, "Shh, shh, shh, calm down the little spider." The witch said as she walked around the networm's head with one hand, gently stroked her hair, and then was knocked down by the latter. Qili tilted her head and did not feel frustrated because of this, "He is different from us. He is just a mortal. Even with a witch hunting knife, it is just a toy driven by the knight spirit. There is no need to be so concerned about toys, right?"

"Hmph." The networm snorted coldly, turned around and walked off the terrace. She didn't want to say anything more to this crazy witch.

"Listen to your tone, you treat the spider-teacher as our kind? But she is not a witch. I'm sure I didn't feel any magical breath in her. Although she can tame spiders, that doesn't mean anything right?" Peg said with a frown and pressed his hands on the steering wheel.

"Who knows? My little Peg, your hair is too long, and it is hard to protect it from sometimes covering your eyes!" After Qili said that, she also left the control table and lie on the deck to see the dead crowd. Leaving the confused Peg looked at her long hair suspiciously.
Chapter completed!