The thick night disintegrated the remaining afterglow on the sea surface. The moon's light moved as the sea water surging, making the three-masted sailboat anchored at the natural concave mouth of the island look like a layer of silver light.

Under the night sky, a not-so-bright candle was particularly bright under the moonlight, and the candle and its owner moved slowly on the deck of the sailboat.

It didn't stop until it was in front of a delicate cabin door.

This is one of the ornamental cabins that are symmetrical to the captain's room between the third and second decks, which is commonly known as the first class cabin.

Passengers do not need to endure the damp and rotten smell in the lower cabin at this location, or can clearly see the beautiful scenery of the sea at 360 degrees with a glass of ice beer supplied in the first class cabin. It is extremely comfortable.

The lamp holder stopped in front of the cabin door, but did not knock on the door. He pushed open the door that was not thick but extremely heavy.

The most suitable material for making staff body, made of black oak, is indeed a product of the elves.

Although this is not the first time Celia has pushed open the door of the three-masted sailboat named "Black Fire".

But even as a sorcerer, she still can't help but be amazed at its rare value.

The small lights have already shone the not-so-large cabin through the gaps of the door, just like the warm light of the sun rising from the door.

The interior of the cabin is not large, it is the smallest of all first class cabins, but the interior is orderly.

Square desks, beds, and wardrobes are all neatly arranged in this room.

This is their bedroom.

Celia entered the house and looked towards the deserted island on the right. The feast there was not over yet. The bonfire more than ten meters high was still burning for a long time, burning half of the sky red.

"Liz should still be eating grilled trout happily!"

She smiled from the bottom of her heart and then stopped. What happened in the past few days seemed like a dream for her, so unreal.

Whether it was Nina's sleep, the pirate raid that followed, or the awakening of Gordon, it was within an acceptable range for her.

But today, after being truly bathed in the divine grace, a strange feeling lingers in her senses, making her doubt herself all the time.

Is this true or false?

She raised the lamp and walked into the cabin. She blew her breath first, turned off the oil lamp, closed the door, and isolated the dusk and night outside.

Then he used the magical lighting accessories hanging in the house to light up the magical lighting accessories hanging in the house.

The white light flashed for a moment, and then the root of the green vines hovering through the roof lit up, gradually spreading to the whole body of the vine growing from the wall.

Taking advantage of this gap, Celia had taken off the gray robe and put it on the chair, removing the slightly solemn and solemn mage's outer robe.

The one who can first show her girlish figure and mentality is probably this close-fitting white silk robe.

While using the mage's hand, she moved the chair to a bathtub that was half a person tall, she unbuttoned the golden buttons on it, letting her white chest breathe fresh air, and then sat down.

Sitting behind the chair, her body leaned forward slightly, her slender hands supported her chin, and she was dazed in the bathtub filled with water naturally and relaxedly.

With the mirror-like water surface, Celia could clearly see her signature gray eyes, slightly flushed cheeks, a little hot...

"When did I become like this? I believe in Him again?"

To be honest, the change in the past few months is faster than it has been in the past few years.

Especially, when Celia thought about what she did today, she was a little unbelievable when she recalled.

Originally, for her, she would only take action if she had no choice.

But when she killed the pirates today, there was no slight turmoil in her heart, and she even had a little fanaticism.

"What's wrong with her?" This is the second time I'm asking myself.

At first, she took the lead in shouting slogans and gatherings to pray.

One is to fulfill the order of Geden, the "master", and the other is to control or rectify Geden's subordinates.

That is commonly known as the leading role.

After all, those goblins and cat-like people all believe in Him fanatically, and as a slave in Gotton's literal sense, she is a kind of contractually bound by contract. It doesn't matter that her faith is not as good as those goblins and goblins.

But what after?

"How did this change subtly change her and her thoughts? Treat the black dragon as a god and a superior, believing that He is worthy of his own efforts, and this price even includes her life!"

Although she was young, Celia, who had quite some experience, could not answer her question.

She can only speculate.

Perhaps it was her daily prayer with almost devout prayers and what Genton did herself that made her feel unreal expectation.

This expectation was the greatest when the pirates attacked and the island was in danger.

She did not rest for several days and nights to fight, and devoted herself to fighting again and again for the safety of Reka Island. When her heartstrings were about to be tense and broken, He woke up.

Of course, what Celia remembered the most was the words she said when the majestic and sacred voice sounded in her mind.

"No, you have never disappointed me, thank you... for your hard work!"

Although it is not long, only a few sentences, it is enough to make Celia feel the long-lost warmth. Perhaps this is the warmth of home, just like the former leader Margolesia.

Some people care about themselves, and although they are not standing up for the individual, she is also very satisfied.

Celia was still secretly happy and peaceful when she watched the huge shadows surging in the air and the hot dragon breath gushing out of her mouth evaporated the hateful pirates and the sea water.

"Nina, maybe I already understand your feelings and experiences at that time! Master, He, just like what you once told me, is such a good dragon!"

Celia murmured, and she gently poked the bubbles on the water surface of the bathtub with her fingertips, looking at the white light that reflected a slight blue light under the water surface, showing a relieved smile.

At the bottom of the bathtub, it was quietly curling up into a light blue dragon-shaped creature, with only a bunch of bubbles occasionally emerging from the water, which was still proving its vitality.

It is Nina who transformed into a foreign dragon and was sleeping.

......

Gouton, who had no idea that he had been sent a good dragon card by his believer.

At this time, the believers who were watching the bonfire of the deserted island and enjoying a carnival feast were quite helpless.

Just now, it witnessed how a good meal party turned into a joyful event.

It can only be said that customs are like this. After all, as a representative of orderly humans, it seems that they don’t care about this behavior.

An annual midsummer night on the mainland.

The boys and girls in countless cities are looking forward to it...

However, this matter has nothing to do with Geton, who has reached the teenage stage before her fifth birthday has even passed.

Its mind is now full of thought about how to go next.

It must not be long for Reka Island. Maybe one day the people from the Dragon Witch Sect will follow the clues and find them. Although the probability is small, Geton does not want to try this probability.

He was thinking about where to build a nest safely, but he didn't plan to put it on the agenda so early as to improve his family's strength.

After all, if this talent is discovered by the gods or other abyss lords, it will be easy to find covetous eyes, and those fanatical legendary wizards who love research the most probably won't mind catching a dragon as a research item.

Therefore, before they completely grew up, Gedu had no intention of letting these relatives grow up, so that they would get nothing except disasters.

Thinking of this, Gordon suddenly remembered the spellcaster item that died under its hands.

It seems to have something like navigation logs.

It doesn't understand the current world situation, but seems to be a good reference material.

"Maybe it will help!"

So it opened the navigation log that was made of the cover of crocodile or lizard skin.

Although it is only the size of a fingernail, this does not prevent Gotton from reading.

When he opened the first page, Ge Dun saw an unexpected joy.

"In 1883, I discovered "hope" and used this log to record everything I have done to pursue "hope"." - Kunore Babos Cola

This line of handwriting is slightly newer than the marks on the parchment scroll on the same page, and it is obviously filled in later.
Chapter completed!