The dilapidated fishing boats rise and fall in the wind and waves of the Sea of ​​Azov. Sometimes they hide in the valley and sometimes stand on the top of the waves.

Hozilke leaned against the dining table with a pale face, and the dining table nailed to the floor gave him a little security.

"Hey, are you going to have a glass?" The chef wearing an apron sat down steadily across from Hozelke with a glass of beer. "First going to sea?"

Hozilke looked up at the beer glass in his hand in surprise, and no drop of wine was spilled out in the violent bumps.

The chef suddenly burst into laughter when he noticed his surprised eyes. "It's indeed the first time I went to sea. How about this skill? This is the unique skill of sailors in our place!"

"You guys?"

"Have you heard of Port Malaga? [port                                                                                                                         

Hozelke himself didn't know why, but he suddenly became interested in the past of this ordinary boat chef without dragon blood genes. Perhaps it was awe of the sea, perhaps it was to relieve the uneasiness in his heart, or just to divert attention to resist seasickness.

Anyway, Hozelke sat there quietly, listening to the chef's narrative.

"My father is a great sailor, Arrosa Vargas Ruth, have you heard of this name? Anyway, anyone who has been to Port Malaga has heard of this name."

Hozelke's heart moved. He seemed to have seen the name somewhere. But the bumps on the boat made him dizzy and he couldn't remember this person for a moment.

The chef sipped his own wine, "One day, I still remember that it was sunny. My father originally planned to take me out to sea to learn how to become a sailor. He said that the men in the Vargas family should have faced the sea like a knight. I was only six years old at that time."

"Just when my father and I were about to go out, a group of people came to us."

[“Arosa, we need a navigator.” The man in charge expressed his intention.

Arrosa was stunned. He originally planned to take his son to baptize the sea of ​​the Vargas family.

But his instinct as a sailor drove him to ask, "Which king's territory?"

"No, it is the God's fief of Prince Asuf." The leader replied like an orthodox sailor. [Prince Asuf is said to be the origin of the name of the Sea of ​​Azov.]

“What about the price?”

"10,000 pounds." The leader said casually. Ten thousand pounds were as worthless as a piece of Spanish silver coin.

"No, I refuse. Benefits are always accompanied by risks. Remember, this is what our ancestor Juan de Vargas said. Lothar." Arrosa stroked the head of his son Lothar.

"But the Knight Juan also said that human interests are above everything else!" The leader seemed to know the Arosa family very well.

Arrosa was stunned again, this time he could not react for a long time. His son Rosa could feel his father's hand trembling slightly.

"Is that diary true? Are you them?" Arosa hurriedly ran into the room and found a secret wall between the wardrobe and the wall. In the secret wall, a quaint parchment was quietly lying.]

Hozelke listened quietly, as if he had some impression of the name.

The chef continued his narrative: "The scroll was a relic left by my ancestor Juan de Vargas. It records the war between him and the dragon clan!"

"So, in order to follow the will of the Juan Knight, my father decided to join them and go to the Sea of ​​Azov, where we are now."

The chef drank the remaining beer in the cup. "They all died here, and my father died before he even entered the Dragon Realm. But this may be a kind of luck. At least death outside the Dragon Realm can make the world remember him. Now, I have inherited my father's will, just as he followed the will of his ancestors."

The chef untied his apron, took off his neat uniform from the hood rack and put it on.

"Meet Losa Vargas Aguilar, your most reliable navigator! The storm has stopped, we are probably close to the anchor point. This time I would rather die in the Dragon Realm. Even if my son forgets me, he will definitely become the next navigator under the spirit of the Juan Knight!"

Hozlk's mind seemed like a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, illuminating everything clearly. He remembered the great name, engraved in the middle of the base of the Dragon Emperor statue in the center of the House of Truth.

Arrosa Vargas Ruth!

Although he did not have dragon blood, the Vargas family was a family that fought on the front line of the Dragon Domain before the death of the Juan Knight!

Irosa Vargas Ruth picked up the will of the Vargas family that had lost for more than a thousand years.

Now, their family has become one of the fortresses of humanity again...

"Holzelke! Come out quickly, I think we're coming soon!" Ariana leaned into the restaurant from outside and shouted to Holzelke. "Is seasick still not better?"

"Well... it should be fine." Hozelke shook his head, feeling a little better, and it might be effective to divert attention.

"Navigator, please guide us!" a man with long hair shouted outside the cabin.

"Let's go, young man, go and fuck the dragon clan together!" Navigator Lothar waved to Hozelke to follow.

Following Lothar on the deck, Hozlk saw this spectacular scene - their fishing boats were located in a quiet area of ​​waters within a radius of one kilometer, where the sky was clear and the water surface was as calm as a mirror. This was undoubtedly abnormal in the sea.

However, one kilometer away, there is another world! The violent waves set off a hundred meters high, and the violent storm, thunder and lightning intersected between the angry waves.

The violent environment is like a wall, surrounding the small and peaceful sea area in the center.

Losa seemed to be excited. He took out a pampered scroll from his arms, looked at the quaint words on it and shouted excitedly: "It's here! It's completely. It's completely echoing the records of the Juan Knight!"

The long-haired man said calmly: "Can you forcefully open the Dragon Domain?"

Although he tried hard to pretend to be calm, the slightly trembling ends still betrayed the ups and downs of the long-haired man.

"Of course! This is the mission of the Vargas family! It is also a great proof of human beings! Human beings themselves can leverage the power of the dragon clan without relying on dragon blood!" Losa clenched his fists.

"But we still don't know how the Juan Knight injected this power into your family's blood..." The long-haired man sighed and said with a pity.

"No matter what, this is the power of our human beings! Let's start!" Eric came to the deck at some point. His eyes were flashing with golden light like sunlight, whether it was the reflection of the sunlight on the sea or his own light...
Chapter completed!