Dawn of the Grey Tower

About two or three days later, Lothar has basically recovered his ability to move, but the broken bones cannot be recovered quickly even with the help of the witch hunt knife. The networm followed the sailors to the nearby mountains for a simple hunt, and exchanged their prey for a splint that fixed Lothar's hands and feet. If it was put before, the earl might think that the care of the networm was a bit overdone. With the help of the fool ’s justice, his bones can grow back in about half a month. But it may be that the mentality has changed, this time Lothar chose to accept the other party's kindness.

However, bringing a splint does not mean that Losa will be honestly healing. As long as there is a chance, he will hang out on the deck of the black arrow. This is to keep his muscles from being weakened by relaxation. On the other hand He also secretly overheard information about Fioni's whereabouts from the sailors' conversation. For this Kraken who has helped himself many times, it is impossible for the Earl of Montenegro to follow the spirit of chivalry. But should n’t it be as expected? Fioni's situation is definitely worse than Lothar's imagination.

Humans do not like Krakens, which is not surprising. It is accurate to say that humans do not like everything that has the ability to think but they are not humans. Of course, the same is true of other races that they hate. This may be a natural characteristic of all intelligent races. And this phenomenon appeared in the Gulf of Distress, and appeared on the Kraken and the Sailor. Admittedly, almost all ships in the Lost Bay have been assisted by the Kraken, because without these sea dwellers, pure sailing technology alone cannot cross the misty sea. But if you ask the seafarers here if they are grateful for the Kraken, the answer is mostly a spit or old sputum. The hatred between these two can be traced back to the early days of the establishment of the Disappointment Bay, and deepened with the lapse of time.

Under the influence of this atmosphere, Losa is not good at telling the fact that he knows Fioni, especially when the crew of the Black Arrow knows that he has an abnormal sea **** rope, even if he does not deal with the sailors. Many counts also noticed their dislike of themselves. If it were n’t for Hafdan ’s high prestige and the plausible rhetoric, the sailors would n’t agree that such a man with ominous signs would spend so long on his boat. So far, the only news that Losa can know about Fioni is that the Kraken is locked in the deepest part of the cabin, and that Captain Halfdan intends to sell this novel cargo privately.

Despite the Cangshi style, Lothar initially tended to make money and then used it to redeem Fiorni ’s freedom. But the Cavaliers found that this kind of thing is impossible to achieve in Frustration Bay. In this city, all reasonable incomes are set by sophisticated businessmen at subtle prices, that is, people can continue to survive, but only to survive. It is not difficult to understand why becoming a sailor in Frustration Bay is a matter of hope for both men and women, because only going out to sea can be freed from the tedious and hopeless way of survival. The result of the hard work of those who kept their own lives for a few years was the despair and self-abandonment of the savings desperate enough to buy a ship before the tsunami.

This is not a city with goodwill towards everyone, and Lothar quickly understood this. To rescue the Kraken, there are only two paths in front of him, or, tossing the shackles of the knight spirit in his heart, and become the weapon of the powerful in this city. With Earl's skill, as long as it is not a witch, not many people will be his enemies. But this is not possible, because Lothar recognized the knighthood he believed in from the heart, and a person could not violate the purest idea in his heart.

The other way is to find a chance to rescue your friends before or after Captain Halfdan sells Fioni. After the count was more inclined to sell, after all, Halfdan saved the lives of the three of them, and he was reasonable, he should not let the captain take more losses. Now that he has made up his mind, Losa is no longer anxious for the next few days. He is exercising his body while paying attention to the words of the sailors, waiting for the day of the rescue of his companion. In this waiting, another thing caused the heart of frustration to boil.

"Have you seen that thing! It's amazing! I dare say that it must be the egg of a whale!" A sailor said to his companion when Lothar was basking in the sun that day. The earl was attracted by the tone of the speaker and put his ears up to listen carefully to what they were talking about. Sure enough, another sailor quickly replied, "You are not right. My friend on the whaling boat told me that they have found a small whale in the belly of the mother whale that was picked up, so the whale will not lay eggs It ’s not a whale ’s egg. Let me say, it must be a turtle ’s egg! "

"Fart! That egg is as big as the house! The turtle that came out of this thing must not be as big as an island! Where is this big turtle in the world, how much must it eat!" First The talking sailor heard his hypothesis being refuted and immediately raised his voice in response. "So you are really ignorant, and I tell you that the captain of the Green Olive landed on an island with trees and flowers, rivers, and many monkeys and deer. But guess what? Wait for the green olives When the number supply was completed and they left the island, they discovered that the entire island was covered with moss on the turtle ’s shell! The high mountain on the island was the turtle ’s head, and the clouds above it were the turtle ’s breath! I think this thing is The egg laid by that turtle must be right. "

As the two sailors discussed, more sailors joined in, and their topics began to change from various speculations to the heavy anomalies at sea, and gradually deviated from the theme. But Lothar listened with interest. These two true and eight false stories, but he could not see from the book. And maybe some of them are really true? The sailors also noticed that this strange man was listening to everyone's conversation, so a bolder waved to Lothar, "Newcomers, don't just listen! You are from the witch's back garden It ’s impossible to get only seawater in your belly? Come on, tell us what you know, let ’s listen to it. "

The earl did n’t want to go through the muddy water, but he immediately realized that this was a good opportunity for him and the sailors to get into the relationship, plus he did listen to the interest, so he coughed twice, "Real Do n’t hide it, I ’m still short of going to sea. I ’m sure I do n’t know much about the sea. I can tell the stories from my hometown. If you are willing to listen, then I will talk about ... ”Sailor, I have never refused The story, the long and uninteresting voyage makes every seaman become a capable storyteller and a listener regardless of good or bad. At the moment, Lothar said a few words about the legends that happened to the Cang lion, but as he talked more and more, his thoughts naturally floated to the plague of the rodent that happened not long ago. The content began to be mixed with ratmen, gray robe wizards, demons and other weirdness.

These stories from afar have a completely different style from the Heart of Disappointment, and the sailors were immediately attracted to it and began to urge Lothar to speak more and more in detail. And as the audience gathered, gradually, the seafarers left behind on the whole ship sat around Lothar, listening to his story, and intervening from time to time to ask some questions they were interested in. This state continued until dusk, when the networms and other sailors returned to the ship.

"You seem to be talking loudly?" Soon after, the two returned to the captain's room ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The female maid said something displeased, "Why don't you tell them that you are the earl of Montenegro?"

Lothar smiled awkwardly. Networm went out for a day to hunt and help the city's revival work in exchange for the materials they needed. On the contrary, it was indeed too much to talk to a group of sailors. "Is this not a cliché with them to understand the situation. Besides, I can't get off the boat, I have to find something to do."

"Oh? Then what do you know? How did I hear you talking about taverns and women?" The networm ring held her hands and looked down at Lothar.

"Cough, I don't know how the topic went over there! I promise it was not my intention!"

"Then please tell me what you meant, Lord Earl."

"My original intention was ... yes, they were talking about the giant eggs on the beach!" Lothar suddenly remembered the subject he had heard at the beginning, and quickly excused.

The female mercenary snorted coldly. The expression on her face was not so ugly. She sat down and lowered the volume. "This time you are lucky. I ran to see the egg today."