Chapter 118 Going to Sea

The Morning Star left the dock at Barnes's command and headed toward the ocean under the leaden sky. The swaying in the tide increased offshore, but several adventurers did not suffer from obvious seasickness.

Barnes held the rudder and hummed a melodious sailor's song to the rocking rhythm; Vivian stepped on the knot and climbed onto the main sail, grabbed the mast at the highest point of the mast, leaned her body, and shouted and cheered in the sea breeze. ; Raven's strong execution ability has conquered other sailors. He completed the deck work honestly and progressed from a novice to a veteran in a short period of time. He is not a brainless executor. While convincing the crew with his strong physique, he also He talked with other hired sailors in a humble and childish manner.

John remained in his room, suffering the costs of casting the mind-stealing spell alone. Dark, chaotic thoughts rushed into his brain, and the cold current from the dark side of the human heart dragged the warlock's thinking into the lightless depths. John was holding on to the wall, cursing in his mind that playful and smiling Barnes, he really knew how to choose his crew.

There's something fucking wrong with those sailors with dark skin, weird bodies, and identical outfits and expressions.

Captain Barnes eschewed formal employment guaranteed by the Norbrion Chamber of Commerce, choosing his own crew spontaneously in the harbor. His criteria for selecting sailors were very strange. He didn't want those with upright looks, old sea dogs and young people. Instead, he was interested in those who were short and stooped, with thick arms and obscure eyes. It was as if they were specifically selecting subordinates based on a certain range of people. Those guys whose origins were unknown and could not provide legal identification could not even believe themselves when they were notified, and the look they looked at Barnes was a little... not quite right. polite.

Only John understood what Barnes was doing, it was an all too familiar tactic, he was looking for a sacrifice. Barnes is well aware of his trouble-attracting physique. He has a tough life and does not want to harm those who are upright, so he subconsciously stays away from friends worth making and associates with jackals and wolves. As for his criteria for selecting crew members, he did not want those who were kind-hearted, those who were incompetent, and those who were unidentified thieves, wanted criminals, and vicious-hearted guys.

As for the adventurers, including John, Barnes is probably ready to turn against others. On the first trip with John, Barnes dug a hole for John. It turned out that this thin boy was darker than him. Seven or eight big men were killed instantly by his crimson spell, draining all their blood. The experienced Barnes could only kneel down and kowtow, thinking that he was unlucky. It was just that John had important matters at the time and ignored Barnes' question. However, he later heard that Francis had already punished him. This was the beginning of the bad relationship between the two. Barnes's troublesome physique often got him into trouble, and John found that it was very easy to achieve his blood-hunting goals around this troublemaker.

They quickly reconciled and strengthened their cooperation on the premise of mutual consent. John understands the inner nature of Barnes. He is a lonely man, a cursed person held hostage by fate. His slovenly appearance and exaggerated behavior cannot conceal the persistence in his heart.

Barnes is a bad guy, but not bad to the core.

As those people boarded the boat one by one, John could vaguely feel the dark thoughts in their thoughts, like the poisonous juice leaking from a plump fruit. A sharper spiritual impulse stimulated John to release telepathy. He felt the restless tentacles in his mind, and John did not refuse.

The window of the soul opened to the brain of the magician, and his tentacles of thought penetrated into the brains of those people. Spiritual energy flashed in the air, and a flash of light appeared in the eyes of those people that even they could not detect. Little did they know that in their own consciousness A snoop has lurked.

John Kemp began to read minds. These dark and dirty thoughts were not hidden in the minds of those bad sailors. John saw through their disguises and learned their true identities. Wanted criminals, killers, pirates, thieves... The evil deeds in everyone's heart (whether disclosed or not) are considered serious sins, and the malice directed at others is more like an instinct for these thugs.

Many people's contempt for Barnes has fermented into vicious ambitions. They hide and form cliques secretly while working in secret. They secretly waited for the Morning Star to enter the sea and complete their plot on the unpredictable waves.

Waiting for nightfall, the rebel crew seemed to reach a consensus.

John narrowed his eyes and closed off the active thinking in his brain. Those dirty thoughts that could not be put on the table made the warlock feel sick, and he lamented that the mind flayer's telepathy was really a double-edged sword.

"You're not the only one who's prepared."

John had no intention of going out to inform the others, Raven was thoughtful, and Vivian's mad woman's sword skills were enough to kill those people, and Barnes didn't have to worry, he was always the last one to survive.

The captain gave the order, and the crew was enthusiastic and happy. The woman on the mast showed her beautiful voice, and her siren-like singing voice attracted the sailors to linger, while Raven and some busybodies occupied the corner. John locked himself in his room and had no interest in going back up to perform the deck drama with them.

After a whole day of sailing, the Morning Star has completely entered the West Sea. There are no ships, harbors, or islands in sight. There are only rolling tides on the sea, and the sound of running water quickly washes away any enthusiasm. The sky was covered with thick clouds, as if a storm was brewing. People who were interested silently prayed to the gods for blessings for smooth sailing.

The setting sun in the west dyed the clouds red, and the large red rays projected on the clouds reminded the sailors that the sun still existed.

Barnes took out his pocket watch and observed the time carelessly. A clever crew member had obtained the distinguished status of first mate through flattery during the day. Barnes immediately handed over the authority of the ship to him and returned to the captain's cabin. Vivian had already returned to her room under the escort of several gentlemen. Beautiful women have advantages in every aspect.

Raven huddled in the cabin, boredly playing card games with other "buddies" on the shift. He still carried the two-handed sword, leaning against the box behind him. The unique-looking weapon had attracted a lot of attention, and those sights had stimulated Raven's combat intuition.

The light illuminated the side faces of the crew members. As the ship rocked, the light also moved on their faces, leaving shadows that seemed to move as if they were alive.

The wind direction changed, and everyone had the same voice in their hearts.