The nights at sea are actually not quieter than during the day. The waves are surging, and they are pushing each other and are tirelessly hitting the hull of the Black Arrow. The first lesson for the novice seamen is to learn to fall asleep on the boat, which is the same as the knights must learn to fall asleep immediately. If they cannot even rest, then how can they do it? The sailors on the Black Arrow are experienced people, and they certainly understand this. So after leaving a few necessary left-behind personnel, the other crew members returned to the cabin under the deck to rest. Even if the three-masted sailboat is much larger than most hulls, the hammock is still the resting place for most sailors. On the entire ship, the only bed was placed in the captain's room. But tonight, it did not belong to Captain Hafdan.

"You are in good spirits as a person with broken limbs." This is the first thing Hafdan said when he returned to the captain's room to see Lothar leaning against the bedside.

"As someone who has just finished greeting the witch and is living a life of mercy, you are in good spirits." The Count replied with a smile. The sound insulation effect of the captain's room is not good. Although not all the things that happened on the deck reached his ears, it is not difficult to guess based on his voice.

"It's not a good thing to have too good ears, boy. How is your female companion?" The captain walked to his desk casually, folded the spread chart on it and put it aside, carefully lit the candle in the lampshade, and then opened the only leather book on the table, and searched for a charcoal pen in the drawer of the table with his other hand. He wanted to write a navigation diary, which is something that every captain had to do. This navigation diary is often the only clue that later people knew that there was such a captain in the world.

Lothar learned of this habit in his book describing life at sea, but this was the first time he had seen a captain do this with his own eyes. So although his limbs could not move, he stretched his neck to see Hafdan's movements more clearly. After several attempts failed, the count decided to ask directly and ask faster, "Can you show me the navigation diary?"

"Ha?" the captain smiled, turned to look at Losa, revealing his rotten teeth, "Of course, you can watch it when I die. You can get on the boat the first day, boy, you don't know these rules? Before the captain got off the boat, his navigation log and his life were the same thing. Compared to my life, it would be better for you to care about the people around you."

"She's okay." Losa was silent for a moment after saying these three words, and his eyes swept across the face of the networm. Is she really okay? Thinking of the last words that the existence who claimed to be a destination said to him in the water, the count's heart began to appear in his heart, which was mixed with fear and joy and more complex and sticky things like honey that were difficult to distinguish. "She won't have anything to do." He said in a lighter voice as if he was talking to himself.

"Okay, she's fine. But she wants me to tell you that you're in trouble, boy, and it's a big deal. The limbs are broken. What do you think this kind of person will be used for in the Lost Bay? Well? Give me a reason to keep you alive, instead of throwing you into the sea so that I can have half a bed to sleep." The captain sloppyly wrote down a few strokes and closed the navigation log and pushed it casually. He put his shoulders on the back of the chair and looked at the candlelight in the lampshade. Under the reflection of the fire, the figure of this man was enlarged and extended on the wall.

"Where is my axe?" Lothar asked suddenly. The captain pointed at the captain and the count saw the handle of the axe stretched out from the wooden barrel by the door. Seeing that the fool's justice was not washed away, Lothar breathed a sigh of relief, "Put it in my hand, and I can go down to the ground in three days. Then I will prove my worth."

Hafdan raised his eyebrows, "I thought the axe could only be used to cut off his hands and feet, but I've never heard of it and can cure injuries."

"It's only useful in my hands. Maybe it's because there are very few people in this world who are as stupid as me." Lothar replied, remembering the fact that the fool's justice healed his wounds when he fought against the demons in the valley city. Since that time it was possible, this battle axe would not disappoint its owner this time.

"Well, sir, I believe your nonsense. Because you ask, there is no smell of alcohol on your body. Oh, this is a good habit. You should know that no one will drink on the boat except those pirates." The captain said, smacking his lips, and then drank a sip of water from the kettle on the table. "And we would rather drink these smelly water than dip on the boat."

"When we get ashore, we can drink it with pleasure." The Count was not resistant to the wine. Although the knights were strict with themselves, they were not yet at the level of not being able to drink. Besides, proper drinking can boost the morale of their subordinates, these Lothar are quite clear. Perhaps it was inherited from the blood of the ancestors of the Montenegro family. Although Lothar himself had never drunk much, his alcohol content was bizarre.

"Hmph, let's talk about this when you have money in your pocket. But I still know a few places to drink, provided that those bartenders can come back from the sea. But they are always lucky. You know, few people can refuse to take the barrels on the boat." Captain Hafdan curled his lips, obviously he was not one of those few.

"But ships carrying wine often drive not far away," said Lothar. This proverb is popular in the coastal areas of Cangliu, which he heard in the fishing village.

Sure enough, the captain smiled, "That's right, boy. Wine is just a substitute. If your life is exciting enough, you don't need wine. Then tell me, are you here to look for excitement?"

This is a very critical question, and the answer to the question will be related to the relationship between Lothar and Hafdan. The Count realized this, but he also knew that he could not hesitate when answering this question, because hesitation represents thinking, concealment, and suspicion. At sea, people only have one way to get rid of suspicion.

"That's right. My wife and I," he said, looking at the networm, and did not notice that the latter's fingers trembled slightly. "We both encountered some trouble, so we planned to come to Wuxin Bay to avoid the limelight. Of course, you also noticed that we were both trying to make a living on land before, so the sea was quite unfamiliar to us. As long as this wave of limelight passed, we would leave here and find a place that no one knew to start over."

The captain nodded, showing a meaningful expression, "I have seen a guy like you, at least one. It seems that the man before your female companion is very powerful and can force you to this. But it doesn't matter, the boy, Wuxin Bay welcomes anyone, regardless of origin or purpose, but remember, the people here are not merciless. You are lucky, I just lost two sailors. If you can really recover as you said, you can do some work on my boat. When you can repay the debt I saved you two, you will be free. As for your wife, just think she is right. She can't follow us to sea, there are never female sailors on the boat. But don't worry, she may make more money on the shore than you, if she can show off, be more enthusiastic."

Losa's face turned gloomy, he didn't like this joke. If it was just a joke, "No, I'll make money soon. I don't think we'll bother you for too long."

"Ha, I hope so," said Hafdan, wrapping his things in a coat and opening the door to the captain's room. "Because you are staying in the only luxurious room on this ship today, of course, this fee must be recorded on the bill, enjoy it, my respected sir."
Chapter completed!