Under the sun.

Captain Hog draped in a thick felt cloak, he really hated to act in such sunny weather.

Whenever he roamed the Mediterranean, he always wrapped himself and his ship in thick fog, or simply sailed underwater.

The entire ship's arrangement was as dark as if it were Hell.

Captain Hog disliked sunlight, and he also didn't like land, the weakness he felt on land always made Captain Hog uncomfortable.

Especially after that damn demon flung him away like a mere minion, something Captain Hog considered a great humiliation.

Losa, however, thought nothing of it, a lord template with commander-in-chief template's attendants, their fighting strength never focused on the individual—Jeanne was an exception.

In the game, Jeanne definitely belonged to a limited-level six-star attendant, the kind without a guaranteed pull in the card pool—not a chance to draw her without throwing in three or five thousand.

Captain Hog suddenly felt a sinister chill behind him.

Furinjira rode a little horse, quickly approached with curiosity, poking Captain Hog's arm, "It's tangible, so it can be dissected, right?"

Captain Hog shivered.

He barely squeezed out a smile on his face.

Although both were five-star, Captain Hog could still see the high status Furinjira, an upper-class member of the Blood Race, held in Losa's heart.

Moreover, his level was only raised to ten by Losa.

Even at the same level, on land, he was absolutely no match for Furinjira.

"Miss Furin, I'm not a true evil spirit, but an undead bound to a ghost ship, so I have a physical form."

"Like the Ghost Race?"

Captain Hog shook his head, "The Eastern Ghost Race and the undead are not the same thing, I'm a cursed mortal, while the former are a race naturally born in Hell."

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at Prajna.

Though seemingly both "ghost-like," Captain Hog felt no familiarity with Prajna.

In her presence, Hog felt only the kind of sensation a mouse feels when it sees a cat, or a prisoner runs into a warden.

Because the Ghost Race belonging to the Gatekeeper of Hell naturally holds the duty to lead ghost armies, subjugating undead reluctant to enter Hell.

"No wonder you never talk to her, I thought you were kind of kin."

Furinjira mused.

Captain Hog laughed awkwardly, "It's not that I'm deliberately not talking to Miss Prajna, it's just that she prefers to keep silent."

"She's not at all silent and reserved!"

Furinjira huffed lightly, "How about this, Hog, you cut me a piece of flesh for research, and once I develop an undead magic potion, I'll share with you first!"

The smile on Hog's face froze.

"Furin, stop bullying Hog!"

Losa managed to scold in his busy schedule, this girl's bully-the-weak-and-fear-the-strong nature was really incorrigible.

...

During the journey, they stopped once more at New Habsburg.

Otto looked at the towering Tree of Life, and the expansive oasis sprawling beneath its lush canopy.

And those pilgrims who, upon hearing of this miracle, came from afar to worship here.

He couldn't help but swallow, "This is truly a magnificent miracle birthed in the desert; if not seen with one's own eyes, who could imagine such a barren place brimming with life?"

"I have to go pay my respects."

Losa opened his mouth, unsure how to explain, and could only say, "Go ahead."

Not just him, but the other knights in the group also went forward to worship.

New Habsburg's Guard Officer, Leonard, timely brought water and food for the team.

Losa ate while waiting there.

After a long while, Otto returned to the group first, his expression dazed.

Looking again at Losa, the envy in his eyes gradually faded, seemingly replaced by something different.

"What's the matter with you?"

Losa felt somewhat uncomfortable being watched by his gaze.

"Should I call you Losa, or... Saint Losa?"

"Of course, it's Losa."

Losa replied, a bit annoyed, "The living aren't canonized as saints, only those called to heaven get canonized."

"But there are so many miracles happening around you, Losa, you have to know, saints aren't canonized by the Pope City; they are saints because they originally were."

Losa was dumbfounded with amusement.

"What did you hear from those pilgrims?"

Otto's eyes were bright, making Losa uneasy, "This tree, it's said to have grown after you declared the foundation of New Habsburg."

Previously, I thought it had been rooted here for hundreds of years.

I don't know if the rumors are true, but at least before the Battle of Kaler Castle, there was definitely no big oak tree here."

Losa said ambiguously: "This is nothing special for witches, as they are earthly agents of Heavenly Father's power, part of a miracle."

Otto was skeptical: "I have never heard of the Emperor of Swabia having such capable witch consultants under him."

"There are many things you haven't heard of, Otto, don't be so easily surprised like some country bumpkin—though you indeed are one. Can you not embarrass the Habsburg Family?"

Otto angrily retorted: "Alright, Losa, you've only sat on the Count's throne for a month and you already think your childhood brother from the countryside is a bumpkin, huh?"

Losa raised an eyebrow: "If you're not satisfied, chase me and show me how your equestrian skills have improved."

After speaking, he kicked the horse's belly fiercely, charging forward like an arrow released from a bowstring.

Unwilling to show weakness, Otto followed.

Furinjira remarked with a hint of feeling: "I never thought the lord still cared about his elder brother."

Prajna said "Hmm" and glanced at Furinjira's longing gaze, then sneered: "Don't be delusional, your Blood Royal Court doesn't entertain such family affection. I recall your brother was killed by Jeanne, and you didn't dare show the slightest dissatisfaction."

Furinjira's demeanor broke instantly, and she gritted her teeth and snorted: "What kind of ghosts are those brothers of mine, do they deserve this princess' revenge?"

Jeanne, standing by, agreed with a face full of smiles: "Indeed, Miss Furin's brothers are scoundrels and don't deserve a beauty like Miss Furin to concern herself."

Then, teasingly added: "Miss Prajna, it's the first time I've heard you speak such a lengthy passage. Your voice is very lovely, can you chat with me more often?"

Prajna responded with a blank expression: "I could fight with you more often."

Jeanne laughed heartily as she patted "Grape's" rear: "In that case, forget it."

Suddenly, the Akhal-Teke horse galloped out.

She laughed heartily and proclaimed: "Lord, I'm coming to chase you now, I've let you all have enough head start, don't lose to a woman."

Losa's face darkened.

Apparently, we have a tradition here of bullying the soft and fearing the hard?

...

The farce came to an end.

After a long time.

Captain Hog suddenly brightened, galloping forward: "Lord, I smell the sea breeze."

Soon.

The group saw the Red Sea.

Beneath jagged cliffs, the wide sea surface was gently rippling in the wind. The slightly salty sea breeze drove away the heat among the team.

"Lord, I won't be returning to Eira Port with you."

Captain Hog stood at the edge of the cliff, with a tone that implied eagerness.

Losa could understand his mood.

Thus, he nodded slightly: "Remember what I told you. If I'm not mistaken, there will definitely be an attack from the sea targeting Eira Port soon."

He is not yet firmly established in Eira Port, and if an attack is launched, this would be the best opportunity.

Captain Hog took off his captain's hat and elegantly bowed, his mood seeming to brighten upon reaching the sea.

"I will keep your will in my heart."

"The Catastrophe of the Ocean will surely guard the gates on the sea for you."

Then.

He approached the cliff edge with a smile.

Leapt off!

Losa saw with his own eyes Captain Hog, at the moment he entered the water, a vast dark shadow flashed beneath the sea.

The knights looked at each other.

"Don't worry about him, Hog is a person with special powers. He won't die from a fall, nor will he drown."

"Let's go, quicken our pace and try to reach my loyal Eira Port before dark."

After Losa's group departed.

A sudden "bang" was heard.

A medium-sized triple-deck paddle sailboat suddenly emerged from the water.

Its moss-covered, tattered planks were entangled with numerous barnacles and other encrusting sea creatures.

A giant black sail, glowing with an eerie greenish hue, was slowly hoisted up the mast under the control of decayed zombie sailors.

Captain Hog stood with one hand on his waist, the other holding a sailor's knife aloft.

He stood atop the mast, his face bearing a defiance and swagger completely unlike his usual demeanor: "Lads, raise the black flag. Today, Captain Hog declares this sea will submit to me."

A massive skull flag painted with crossed swords was hoisted to the top of the mast.

Thin white mist quickly spread across the sea, enveloping this rotting paddle sailboat within.

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