Half of the sky was reddened by the afterglow of the setting sun, and the soft sunlight filtered through the vents and into the cabin room. Yalei wrapped a thick layer of gauze on his right shoulder, leaned on the soft couch, and flipped through a notebook in his left hand.

The book on the ghost ship had long since turned into ashes, and this book was written by him from memory.

"At night, there was heavy fog on the sea, and we had to stay here all the time. In the past two days, people have been dying unexpectedly. I believe this is not a coincidence."

"I saw something terrifying with my own eyes, the lights from that ship floated over, luckily I'm fine."

"We tried to destroy it, and without exception, they all failed. I found something on the map, and I hope we can decipher its secrets."

"Everyone fell asleep, replaced by their ghosts. They took shape, what disaster should we face next? God, the captain is standing..."

"The ruins of my predecessors told me that redemption can only be obtained by destroying the darkness at the highest point... But it was too strong, Tal and the others were killed, and I was seriously injured, and there was nothing they could do... They didn't care about me, maybe It's because I'm dying... I'm not afraid of death, the glory belongs to the great Eruin..."

"...All we need is courage."

The knight's index finger rubbed the paper, his eyes were fascinated and he looked at the sky, and his thoughts wandered among these characters.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and Charlene, who was dressed casually in a pink shawl and a white dress, walked in with a stack of fruit in her hand.

Carefully stepped to his side, sat down on the soft couch without the slightest image of a lady, picked up a small piece of apple, and kept sending it into his mouth: "Captain, please, I will bring you some fruit, and the white-limbed bison has already been handed over. To the Kraken, twice as much as the agreed number, because the rich are happy."

A few seconds later, she ate all the fruit, and licked her fingers with endless aftertaste: "Why didn't I think apples were so delicious before."

"..." Yale looked at the fruit bowl and then at his companion, but said nothing.

"How is it, have you come up with something?" The female knight snatched the notebook into her hand and looked at it several times before sighing heavily: "Your words are really ugly."

"Give it back to me!" He grabbed the notebook forcefully, pressed his elbow against the page, and waved his partially alienated palm: "Are you selectively ignoring it?"

"You're very long-winded." Charlene turned her head away, showing impatience.

The knight's head swelled up because of the choking, and he decided not to argue with her. He picked up the notebook and tapped his fingers: "After reading it carefully for a long time, I finally understood something. Why did that guy write this on the last page-- All we need is courage."

"Because we really set foot on the ghost ship? In other words, if everyone got on the ship at that time, it is very likely that nothing would happen." The girl patted her lips with a slender hand and yawned.

"..." Yale lost his voice.

"You can't believe it, right? That wrecked ship is so rotten, let alone one person, I'm afraid it will sink with ten more people."

"The key is that it's not an ordinary rotten boat!" He argued.

Charlene competed against each other: "The owner of the notebook died on the boat himself, obviously he didn't try it. Can you believe the flashback before death?"

"The fact is that the two of us didn't become ghosts, and besides, no one told passengers to be on board together, right? It's superficial!"

"Go to hell!" Charlene slammed his right fist on his ribs.

The knight didn't feel it at all, and looked at each other provocatively: "Don't waste your energy, no matter how much you attack, I won't hurt."

"Really? Let me try it out." The girl gave a sly smile, rippling cute little dimples, and shouted with her hands clasped into a trumpet shape:

"Rena! I love you!"

Through the powerful mental damage concocted by exposing the shortcomings, the effect is more significant when used on people who are ashamed.

"I'll wipe you away!"

"Rena~I love you~" The voice was lowered several times, and it just showed a somewhat tactful and sad charm, thanks to the girl's light voice.

Yale took a deep breath and kept telling himself that there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Cough cough..." Charlene coughed twice, and decided to close it when she saw it. Her eyes suddenly lit up when she caught sight of something beside her companion's pillow.

"Do you still have this bottle?" She picked up the crystal bottle and took a closer look. The inside was still filled with a dense green light.

"If it is abandoned in the sea, it will be bad if it is picked up by fishermen."

"Speaking of which, Saintess Li Jialu has just left for two days." The girl mentioned abruptly.

"Yeah, so what?" The knight couldn't keep up with her jumping thoughts.

"There is a ghost similar to her in this bottle." Charlene brought her pretty face closer, smiling like a fox that stole a chicken: "You're not... planning to keep seeing things and thinking about people?

Yale's mind was successfully turned into a paste by her. You can't sit still, you must fight back!

He quickly probed his hand and tapped the tip of the other person's nose, then happily watched the rash rush out.

The female knight screamed and rushed to the bathroom, leaving a cruel sentence: "I won't let you go!"

Seeing her embarrassed fleeing gesture, the young man raised his eyebrows and said, "Who is afraid of who!"

After three months, the Maria docked again on the coast of Thrace.

After being separated from Charlene, Yale came to the East Coast alone. When the limb warblade reached the stage of the falcon sword, he felt that it was necessary to inform the old Farr, and the other party was his enlightenment teacher.

Halfway through, he went to the best tobacconist and bought a pound of fine cut tobacco before turning to the east coast.

On the beach, a large number of porters were in full swing. Among the crowd, a thin but sturdy middle-aged man attracted his attention.

That person was someone who had taken in him when he first came to Thrace.

After a long distance, Yale waved and shouted, "Long time no see, Boss Tucker."

Tucker was dazed for a moment, then recalled it, and immediately went up to him: "Brother Yale? Long time no see, what? Did you come to visit Mr. Farr?"

After so many years of mixing, he certainly knew his weight. The other party was carrying a gift, and he must have made a special trip to visit his teacher.

Who does not know in the surrounding field now that the old soldier Farr taught a knight apprentice, and this old man walks with his chin up.

Even if it is me, if I meet it directly, I have to respectfully call out an old gentleman.

"Yes, is he still in that hut?"

"Brother, it's not that we are stingy. We have tried to change a decent house for his old man several times, but he is too stubborn and won't go there. It's useless..."

Tucker vomited bitterly, he was really wronged, Tiaozi had found himself several times about this matter, saying that he was suspected of abusing the imperial veterans.

Who dares to abuse that old man? Although he is always a little old, there are not many people around here who can beat him.

The two walked to the old Farr's house while talking. After a little chat, Tucker said that he had something to do and left sensible.

Back at the construction site, he regained the original face of the local snake, and his momentum was even better than before.

A skinny subordinate leaned over and said suspiciously: "Boss, this kid has not seen him for two years, and he has become a mess. Will he be cheating when he comes this time?"

Tucker's nose was crooked with anger, and he slapped him: "Idiot! I asked you to read more books on a regular basis, and you still can't tell the difference between a note and a knight. It's a shame for Laozi, get out!"