Chapter 33

At night, the beauty of Artemis with her sails closed quietly left the harbor, like an offshore fishing boat, anchoring in the wide water five miles away from belmayo, floating and sinking on the waves.

Two new members suddenly appeared on the ship. One was a Roma witch who followed Haina's footsteps, and the other was a cute white eared black cat lying on Lorraine's leg.

In Pierce's view, this is very abnormal

Whether it's bringing dangerous people like witches to the ship or leaving the port for no reason, everything is abnormal.

He was absentmindedly mixing salad in the kitchen. Suddenly, he saw the strong Karen sneaking into the cabin with a sneaky gesture of a polar bear pulling out bird eggs.

"Mr. Scott, are you..."

"HMM." Karen straightened his waist and cleared his throat. "Little Pierce, what are you eating tonight?"

"The staple food is grandma Rowling's tomato, lettuce, butter salad and mustard tuna, the food is black beer and orange juice, and the appetizer is devil's egg."

"Gan! Devil!" Karen's white face turned pale. "Devil... The devil is coming so soon?"

Pierce rolled his eyes, took a plate of yellow core on a white background from the table, put it into Karen's hand, and repeated, "devil's egg, devil's egg of Halloween!"

"Devil... Egg?"

Karen stared at the egg in his hand for a long time. A square face turned white to red, red to red, red to purple, and smoke came from his ears.

He snorted for a long time and whispered, "little Pierce, you have a good relationship with the captain. How can the captain let a witch on board?"

"It is the captain's prerogative to choose his crew. Even God can't interfere."

"But it's a witch! She's wearing a black cat and a cloak. She looks very ugly and mutters to herself. There's a big pot in the house, with lizards, bats, spiders and poisonous snakes... It's this kind of witch!"

Pierce looked at Karen helplessly.

"Mr. Scott, white ear seems to prefer a captain who can fish. Ms. yesla is wearing a cloak on the ship. It's my job to cook in a big pot, and I've never cooked lizards, bats, spiders or poisonous snakes."

"As for muttering... There was no one on the ship before, but now there is a German boatman. And ugly... When Ms. Sarah first got on the ship, she was a little dirty, but after washing her face, you touched your conscience and said, is she ugly?"

Karen was in full bloom and hesitated: "but she's a witch!"

Pierce wiped his hands and took off his apron: "Mr. Scott, if you really care so much, why don't you just ask the captain?"

"I asked..."

"What did Mr. captain say?"

Karen took a deep breath: "he said that witches are honorifics and witches are slanders. And the one on board was a witch, not a witch..."

"Do you understand that?"

"If I understand, will I come to you?"

Pierce sighed with understanding: "in fact, I secretly asked about it."

"What did the captain tell you?"

"He said... Eat light these two days. There may be blood on board."

Karen slowly widened her eyes.

He muttered to himself: "the captain kidnapped a witch, and the devil is coming..."

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Lorraine, who kidnapped the witch, is fishing.

He sat cross legged on the bow deck, with four fishing poles like scattered flowers in front of him, white ears without bones lying on his legs, his double knives lying flat beside him, and Scott's Crossbow gun with oil cloth off his back.

The fish in Biscay Bay are easy to catch. Two of the four rods have bite hooks. The bright white buoy sank at the bottom, but Lorraine didn't mean to get up.

Chowhound is a food, fish, and a piece of food. At the moment, a dog and a small sardine have been eaten. If the stick is taken up, the little boy will not be able to walk without moving the stomach, and will not be good for the stomach.

So bored until the third pole sank, Lorraine finally heard a footstep.

It's Hannah.

Although Haina never made a sound when she walked, she followed Noah behind her and naturally made a sound.

Noah washed herself clean. Her plain white hands, clean face, and beads of water on the tip of her curly hair were crystal clear in the moonlight, adding a bit of charm to the owner of her hair. Finally, she had the taste of a Roma woman.

Lorraine waved to Noah.

Noah went up to the deck and stood behind Lorraine with her lips clenched.

"Are you used to it on board?"

"Although it is the first time to go to sea, the Roma are naturally able to adapt to all means of transportation, which is a gift from our ancestors," Noah whispered.

"Just don't get seasick." Lorraine picked up white ears and stuffed them back into Noah's hand. "The Witch and the black cat are a good match. The little guy always depends on me and the fish are decoupled."

"Meow!" the little guy complained discontentedly, stepped on Noah's shoulder and ran into the bottom cabin.

Lorraine was dumbfounded and stood up. A huge tuna with black back, white belly and cyan vertical lines, at least 30 kilograms, fluttered desperately on the deck.

Haina took a knife on its gill cover, picked it up, threw it into the bucket, then put the knife into the sheath and sat down against Lorraine.

"Are you going to use a spear gun?"

"It depends on how many people they come."

Haina nodded, "when do you think they will come?"

"Tonight? Or tomorrow night?" lolin smiled, put on the bait and set up the pole again. "The Roma are vagrants on the land. They want to rob people from vagrants on the sea. They don't dare to delay too long or make it public."

"It should be tonight," Noah interrupted suddenly. "Madame Alfonso may convince the Viscount at any time that if there is no destiny crystal ball, the cousins can't do divination and will be driven away."

"I can see it tonight..." Lorraine looked at the calm sea inexplicably. "Noah, can you lend me your crystal ball?"

"Ah?"

"If there is a conflict with the customs of the Roma..."

"No, but most people will stay away from the tools of witchcraft, so..." Noah stammered, quickly took out the crystal ball from the cloth bag, held it in both hands and handed it to Lorraine.

Lorraine solemnly picked it up.

The crystal ball is very heavy, weighing about five or six kilograms, but it is only the size of an orange.

Lorraine held it high and approached the moon. Through the moonlight, he saw that there were dense hair lines in the bright dark purple sphere.

The distribution of these patterns is very strange, and they form either wide or narrow, thin or thick light blocking bands in the sphere.

The light becomes uneven through the transparent sphere, and the moon in the sphere will ripple, just like when the reflection in the water will be broken.

Lorraine knew clearly that Noah's Witchcraft, as he had thought before, was some kind of consciousness hypnosis using light and shadow

It seems that generations of Roma salabu have been extremely poor in wisdom to figure out how to use the natural hair in the fate crystal ball. If they use another ball to cast magic, their witchcraft effect will be greatly reduced.

In other words, the crystal ball of destiny is an irreplaceable component of romsala witchcraft.

Lorraine smacked her mouth and solemnly handed the crystal ball back to Noah.

When he saw pierce waving in the stern cabin with a dinner plate, he said, "go to dinner. When you're full, you can stay up late..."