Mystic Holy See

Dylan walked into the door, saw Tina lying on the bed playing with Sunderland's hair, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he reprimanded softly, "Tina, don't disturb Mr. Black Mamba's rest!"

Tina was startled, she accidentally pulled out a bunch of hair and hid behind her.

She tumbled out of bed and threw away the hair in her hand. She giggled and said, "Brother Black Mamba has been sleeping for so long, I'm just worried."

Dylan came over and squeezed the little guy's face lightly, angrily and funny, worried that it would hurt, so he changed to rubbing.

He said helplessly, "Come out with me."

"Oh." Tina stuck out her tongue and replied obediently.

"Ah!"

Suddenly Tina let out another excited shout, just before Dylan was about to reprimand: "Brother Black Mamba moved!"

Dylan swallowed his words and quickly turned his head to look. Mr. Black Mamba's brows changed from motionless to wrinkled, as if he was about to wake up.

"Tina, hurry up and pour a glass of water!" Dylan commanded as he walked to the bed.

"Okay!"

Tina nodded excitedly and trotted out of the room.

Dylan whispered, "Mr. Black Mamba? Mr. Black Mamba?"

On the bed, Sunderland's brows and eyelids were trembling, and he seemed to be trying to open his eyes, but it seemed a little hard for him.

After a few more seconds, his eyes finally opened a slit, which made Dylan finally relieved.

"Mr. Black Mamba, can you hear me?" Dylan called.

"Water..." Sunderland's dry lips opened, making a hoarse voice.

Tina just came in with a water glass in her hand, and said with milk, "The water is coming!"

Dylan took it, helped Sunderland sit up against the head of the bed, and carefully fed him some water.

After drinking the water, Sunderland's consciousness returned a lot. He turned his head to look at Dylan, and asked hoarsely and hastily, "What about the mission? That person..."

Dylan pursed his lips and said, "I only got the ring back, but the man... escaped."

Sunderland covered her forehead in pain, not knowing what to say.

Let people run away, and the mission has already failed.

Sunderland is not so naive to think that it is enough for Mr. Mentor to just let him take the things and let a phantom thief leave alive?

How can it be!

If it is said that Sunderland failed in the mission because of his lack of ability and could not defeat the opponent, this can be explained, but because of his own lack of vigilance, he failed because of his lack of vigilance.

"Did Mr. Mentor save me?" Sunderland asked with his head lowered.

"Well... the formula for the antidote given by the tutor."

Dylan knew that he was in a bad mood at this time, but he didn't think about comforting him. What Mr. Tutor told him made him understand a lot.

Sunderland was both apologetic and grateful, and asked, "Mr. Mentor... Did you say anything?"

"no."

"so……"

Dylan gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Mentor seems a little angry."

Sunderland was covered for a while, his fists clenched instantly, he smiled wryly: "I let Mr. Mentor down."

Tina, who was standing on the side, looked at Brother Black Mamba for a while and her brother for a while. She couldn't understand what they were saying, but she kept her mouth sensible and didn't interrupt.

Sunderland took a deep breath, not wanting to be embarrassed in front of his younger brother, he tried his best to cheer up, and said, "I'm going to see Mr. Teacher."

Speaking of getting up.

"No," Dylan held him down and said, "Your body hasn't fully recovered yet, and you still need to rest."

Sunderland knew that his body was still weak, but he still insisted: "No, I want to go now."

Dylan subconsciously wanted to be obedient, but he immediately thought of what Mr. Tutor said, "You listen to him." He tried to stabilize him again, and said firmly, "Mr. Black Mamba, you must rest."

Sunderland didn't have the strength to resist, but at this time Dylan felt a little rusty.

"I……"

Dylan covered the quilt, did not look into Sunderland's eyes, and added, "Mr. Mentor may not be here either. He said he was going to go far."

Sunderland slumped back on the bed, feeling sad in her heart.

Dylan said, "Mr. Black Mamba, you should rest first. Let's discuss what to do when you're healthy."

Sunderland looked at him without saying a word.

Dylan left with a cup in hand. Tina wanted to stay, but was carried away by Dylan.

……

April 6, which is the second day of going to sea.

It was impossible for Aldridge to sleep soundly on the ship, not only because of the shaking of the hull, but also because of the increasingly strong smell of the cabin and the purring of the crew.

By the way, the humidity in the cabin is also a factor.

So he got up and came to the deck at 6 o'clock before it was fully lighted up.

"The air is so good."

Aldridge took a deep breath. He didn't smell the blood from yesterday's battle, only the sea smell that made people feel good in the early morning.

The early morning at sea is always a bit cold. Aldridge is physically strong, and this temperature makes him feel refreshed.

The Chopping Wave is currently sandwiched between the Roman and Ledger's ship, and is heading towards the destination steadily. According to La Masia, it will probably reach the place called 'Irwin' this afternoon.

Aldridge thinks that 'Irwin' should be an island, it's just a guess.

There were only a few rotating sailors on the deck, and Herbert was not there. Aldridge was a little bored by the sea breeze, so he simply started to practice martial arts.

But while practicing, Aldridge suddenly felt something was wrong~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The air around him became a little foggy.

"It's getting foggy?"

Aldridge stopped, looked around, and found that the surrounding sea was really foggy.

His understanding of sea fog is very one-sided. In this unfamiliar sea area, he does not know whether fog is normal or not, but this does not prevent him from being vigilant.

This time out to sea, strange things happened one after another!

He walked quickly to the helmsman who was still yawning because of his distress, and said quickly, "Come closer to the Roman."

"Ah, yes!" The helmsman was startled and quickly adjusted the direction.

"The sails cooperate, get close to the Romain!" Aldrich said to the sailor who steered the sails again.

"Standard bearer, signal Ledger's ship and let them move closer to us!"

After a series of orders were issued, the surrounding fog became thicker, and the outline of the Roman, which was about 70 meters in front of Zhanlang, had begun to blur.

"Speed ​​up!" Aldridge let go of his voice and roared.

"Yes!"

A group of sailors responded loudly, that Aldridge had conquered them yesterday, and he was not sloppy in his orders.

The distance from the Romain began to narrow, and the flag bearer and Ledger also completed communication.

"Sir, the ships behind did not respond." The flag-bearer said loudly from a height.

"Repeat until a response is given!"

"Yes!"