Dawn of the Grey Tower

Sunset comes every day, but not everyone can see the next sunrise. For experienced sailors, every morning light is worthy of praise, and a gulp of rum. For those hiding in the cabin, all they can know is that there is no more light in the deck gap. Only the cold and damp sea breeze announced the night. It was another night at sea, but it was different from the previous one.

Thanks to the material of the Cursed Lady and the construction process with witchcraft rituals, the flea and mouse and other ship creatures that trouble the crew are invisible on this sailboat. The only multi-legged creature here is the spider-tamer pet. "Give it a name, it should have a name," Lothar said suddenly, glancing at the huge white octopus.

The maid shook her head, "We never give them a name. Because with the name, others can call them and get close to them. It is not enough to let this possibility exist, they only need to remember one master, it is enough, Everyone else is an enemy. "The white spider shrunk gently under her caress. If it weren't for the eight eyes that shone like obsidian, the unintentional person might think it was a fur or some Furniture.

The Earl of Montenegro nodded and said nothing more, he just created some topics during the boring vigil. Proper communication can also prevent you from getting tired. In most cases, tired sobriety is more dangerous than alert light sleep. As for the two witches, as spellcasters, they do not need to work as a vigil. Qi Li had fallen asleep comfortably on the haystack. Although Pegg was wary of the invisible attacker, she couldn't resist the whole day of driving the boat, which made her physically and mentally exhausted. She lay down and fell asleep shortly.

"Are you serious about what you said just now?" After the two witches' breath stabilized, the networm said. When she said this, she was leaning against the hairy and warm head of the spider to clean the dagger she carried with grease through the fire. Maintaining the sharpness of a weapon is a skill that any fighter must learn earlier than how to wield it.

Lothar moved his left leg to prevent it from stiffening because he held a posture for too long, and at the same time responded with a strange tone, "You said to give the spider a name? Of course, I really think this guy deserves a name. Just Like everyone has their own name, by the way, have n’t you told me your name yet? "

The maid smiled a little, "It's a good try. But I'm not talking about the name. What I am saying is that you really intend to help these two witches to the end? I thought you just wanted to take this opportunity to come out and see Look, not really involved in an event that should be least involved by outsiders. "

The count also laughed. He has been treating the Networm ’s real name as a form of entertainment for several months, and will try it whenever he has a chance. Obviously, there is no result in this game. Every time the female maid can always perceive Losa ’s intentions. However, what is interesting is that although she avoids this topic every time, she never treats Losa. Temptation showed disgust. This disguised encouragement further stimulated the latter to continue to try other ways to find answers. This phenomenon was called "the game of the two of them" by others in the valley.

But what I should say after I laughed was that Lothar was looking up and thinking for a few seconds and said, "You think I should n’t boast Haikou? Because I do n’t know exactly what kind of place the Lost Heart Bay is. Not sure if our employer ’s position is right or wrong? You ’re afraid that I ’ll fail to fulfill my promise or do something that violates the principles to fulfill the promise. "

"It ’s weird 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 compensation. We never care about what we do. What is the consequence, because it will make the earned money hot and hot. "Net Worm tucked the dagger into the outside of the boot to ensure that it was readily available, then pulled out his dagger and continued to wipe it. Gorge City naturally cannot provide weapons that meet the standards of mercenaries. This short sword was bought by them in the towns along the way. For networms, this sword is a bit heavy, and there are many useless decorations on the hilt and scabbard. If you can, she does not want to fight with this fancy weapon.

"Is it hot?" Lothar looked down at the witch hunter's knife in his hand. The edge of the tomahawk's blade reflected a non-glaring light under the lights, but the soldier knew that the weapon in his hand was more than he had seen and used. All weapons must be sharp. "For me, there is only one thing that makes me feel painful, and that is to abandon the principle. I want to help them because they need help. If I find that this is not the case, then I will not do it for one. The deceived promises persisted. The mercenaries were dissatisfied with their employers, they lost money, and the knights were dissatisfied with the monarch.

"I hope you can remember these words. I don't want to lose more." Networm's tone is quite complicated, and no one knows how much Lothar knows. The count only knew that it had been a long time since the mercenary had told him how much he wanted to get, and that should not be because the amount the Networm wanted was not paid by Lothar. She wanted something other than money, he knew what it was.

Just when the count wanted to continue the conversation, he opened his mouth halfway but froze abruptly. Not only him, but also the arm that the maid wiped was stopped in a fixed position. The two of them glanced at each other and confirmed their feelings from each other's eyes.

Something ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ has fallen onto the deck. The question is, what is that thing. Lothar stood up carefully, ignoring the networm's gestures, bent over, and moved without making a noticeable sound. His gaze penetrated through the gaps in the upper deck, hoping to see the figure of the visitor. And interestingly, in this tense atmosphere, the frequency of the boat shaking due to the waves has gradually increased. In the end, the whole ship was motionless as if it were placed on the ground. This strange state gave birth to anxiety, and the maid stood up and questioned Lothar with his eyes.

The count shook his head gently, and he saw nothing, perhaps because of the wrong angle, or perhaps because the witch once said that these things had no form in the moonlight. The Networm wanted to wake up Peg and Qili, but Lothar stopped her, because according to Peg, those things should not be able to enter the cabin. Moreover, in this state, the witch was waken up abruptly, and there was no guarantee that there would be no greater movement to attract the attention of those guys. The earl slowly walked to the hanging lamp, carefully covering the lampshade with a veil to reduce the possibility of being discovered while maintaining the lighting.

"Knock, knack" clearly nothing can be seen, but the sound of footsteps echoed on the deck above. It was not the sound of footsteps that primates would make, it was more like the sound of hard claws rubbing against a wooden board. Cold sweat, running down his forehead. Lothar's heart began to speed up unconsciously, but he did not dare to take a deep breath to relieve this uneasiness.

"Clap, tap" more and more footsteps, it sounds like the number of things falling on the deck is increasing.

The different sounds of "knock, dong" came from the reason that the wooden board of the hatch was thinner than the normal deck. And this difference in sound conveys the signal to the other party that there is something here. The count only felt that his hair was about to be raised, did those guys find the hatch?