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The next morning, the group arrived at the dock.

Captain Marco was already on board, directing the sailors to load supplies. Upon seeing Ron, he bowed respectfully: "Good day, sir."

"Yes! You've worked hard."

Ron boarded the ship.

Lilith followed behind, carrying a small bundle. It was her first time on such a large ship, and she walked very cautiously.

She stood in front of the diving board and hesitated for a moment.

"Pigeon~~ I'm scared."

Ron thought to himself, "What are you, a low-ranking knight's squire, pretending for?"

But I still reached out and helped her up.

It's quite fun to occasionally indulge in this kind of romantic activity with a "green tea" girl. This trip won't be boring.

The crew members were busy packing up, preparing to set sail.

Lilith stood on the ship's railing for a while, looking towards the shore. The dock was still bustling with the same number of people coming and going.

Her gaze swept across the crowd, but she couldn't find the person she was looking for.

"What are you looking at?" Ron walked over.

"It's nothing." She shook her head and turned to leave.

Suddenly, she stopped.

Several women in gray robes stood by the dock.

His face was obscured, but he stood very straight, watching the boat without approaching.

Lilith's eyes instantly reddened. She leaned on the ship's railing and waved her hand vigorously.

Selena looked at the mercenary group who had come to see her off with a complicated expression.

The mercenary group's women stood on the dock, saw the pink-haired girl waving to the leader, and smiled.

He waved vigorously, knowing this farewell might be forever.

Even after the large ship sailed out of the harbor, the women on the dock did not leave.

Lilith lay on the ship's railing, watching the figures in gray robes grow smaller and smaller until they disappeared.

Her tears fell, one by one, onto the wooden side of the boat.

Ron stood beside her without saying a word, then reached out and pulled her close, letting her lean on his shoulder.

Lilith buried her face in his chest and cried silently for a while, then looked up and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

"Brother, let's go." Her voice was a little hoarse.

Ron nodded and pulled her into the cabin.

The sails were raised, billowing in the wind.

The docks of Violet Sea City slowly receded, the masts grew smaller and smaller, the houses grew smaller and smaller, until finally they became a silhouette on the horizon.

Lilith stood by the cabin window, watching the city recede into the distance. The sea breeze blew, lifting her pink hair, which shimmered in the sunlight.

The ship sailed back along the same route it had come from.

Humans have not explored the ocean much, and ships mainly sail along coastal waterways, rarely venturing into deep-sea areas.

Captain Marco's chosen routes were also quite consistent, following the coastline and taking those old waterways that had been used for hundreds of years.

The sailors could recite the routes by heart, with their eyes closed, where there were reefs and where the currents were strong.

After two days of travel, we arrived in the Naga territory. We paid the toll, and the figures in the sea, having received their money, sank to the bottom, while the ship continued on its way.

Ron had a very pleasant time during the voyage.

A few days later, Lilith had long since recovered her spirits.

Ron also completed his artwork.

These past few days I've been holed up in the cabin, discussing art with Lilith in detail.

Lilith not only has a pleasant voice, but she also loves to have fun. The two of them are kindred spirits.

However, Ron once thought of something during a moment of reflection.

Could he be the prey?!

That afternoon, they were still a day's journey from the settlement.

The morning was sunny and bright, but the weather suddenly changed after noon.

The clouds hung low, a hazy gray, like a dirty quilt covering the sky.

Captain Marco stood at the bow of the ship, looked around for a long time, and his expression was not right.

"grown ups."

He walked over and lowered his voice: "This wind is strange. It looks like a storm is brewing."

"Is it possible to go around it?"

Marco shook his head: "This kind of storm comes quickly, and there's no escaping it. We can only tough it out."

He turned to direct the sailors to prepare. The sailors ran around, shouting in unison, securing everything that could be fixed on the deck and retying the ropes.

The wind was getting stronger. White waves began to churn on the sea, one after another, as if someone were stirring the water underwater.

The ship began to rock, not gently as before, but sharply to the side before bouncing back. Lilith lost her balance and was thrown against Ron.

Ron helped her up: "Go inside."

Lilith was very obedient and grabbed the railing as she walked into the cabin.

"Come in too!" she called.

"understood."

The storm came sooner than expected.

Mark arrived less than half an hour after reporting to Ron.

By then, it was as dark as dusk. The clouds hung even lower, dark and heavy, almost touching the mast.

The wind howled across the sea, carrying salty, fishy vapor that stung my face.

"Lower all the sails!" Captain Marco roared in the wind and rain.

The sailors clung to the ropes, scrambling forward against the wind. A wave crashed over them, the ship tilted violently, and wooden barrels on the deck rolled over, slamming against the gunwale and shattering.

One of the sailors lost his grip, slipped on the deck, and rolled toward the side of the ship.

Hart stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and pulled him back.

A few knights, including Abaddon, also went to help.

"Hold on!" Marco's voice came from behind.

"Go against the waves. Don't let the boat drift sideways!"

Another huge wave surged in, and the ship suddenly rose and then plummeted, seemingly about to plunge into the sea.

The sailors clung tightly to the ropes; some were thrown up and slammed against the mast with a muffled groan, but dared not let go.

Ron stood at the cabin door, staring at the sea. He could feel the ship spinning in the waves, each tilt more violent than the last.

The water in the cabin was already above ankle level, and seawater was still gushing down with pieces of wood and broken ropes.

"Hard to port!" Marco roared.

The helmsman desperately turned the rudder to the left, and the bow slowly turned, charging into the waves.

The boat was lifted high and tossed into the crest of a wave before crashing down, splashing water everywhere, and the wooden planks on the hull cracked with a piercing sound.

"The hull is cracked!" a sailor shouted.

Some boatmen braved the high waves to go and make repairs.

And so, they endured the storm for an unknown period of time.

The wind finally subsided, the waves gradually calmed down, and the sea stopped churning, leaving only long swells that propelled the boat forward.

Marco lay sprawled on the deck, gasping for breath. The sailors lay one after another on the wet deck, and no one spoke.

Ron stood at the cabin door, his clothes soaked through and his hair dripping wet. He glanced back at the cabin, where Lilith was huddled inside, hugging her knees, her face pale.

The ship had long since veered off course and was now unsure of its location.

As dawn approached, the sailor on the mast suddenly shouted:

"There's an island on the port side!"

Ron walked to the side of the ship and looked in that direction.

On the sea, a small island lies quietly.

The island is small, with a small hill in the middle covered with lush green trees. There is a sandy beach on the shore, surrounded by reefs on three sides, forming a sheltered cove.

Ron immediately gave the order:

"Move the boat closer."

We went ashore to rest and repair the boat.

After the ship docked, Hart and his men immediately went on alert.

Nobody knows what's on this deserted island.

Perhaps powerful magical beasts will emerge, or perhaps there will be a demon clan.

Pirates also liked to use these deserted islands as their base.

After the robbery, they would flee to the deep sea, find a deserted island to hide on, and immediately escape the pursuit.

Marco led his crew in emergency repairs of the ship, and thankfully, they were busy until the morning without any further incidents.

There appears to be no danger, but the repair work will take another day.

Ron then took Aba and a few others to explore the island.

Lilith was seasick from the storm and was left on the ship by him.

Ron and his group left the coast and entered the island.

The dense jungle was not easy to traverse.

Ron came here hoping to find some wild elf insects.

This is how adventurer stories are usually arranged!

Unfortunately, Ron didn't encounter a single person and even got lost. Ron cursed inwardly:

"Is Lady Luck targeting me?"

In a glorious divine kingdom, the goddess of fortune sneezed:

"Who's chirping at me again?!"

Wild fairy insects are not so easy to find.

Even the lord's territory had to be completely plowed out, and only with the help of a large number of serfs could the spirit insects be found.

Therefore, farming alone cannot lead to capital accumulation. One still needs the support of kind neighbors.

Ron's resolve was strengthened once again.

Just as he led his men around a rock face.

The scene before them stunned everyone.

"Dragon... Dragon, it's a dragon!!!"

The group was utterly terrified.