Princess Against the World

The aroma of roasted whole lamb slowly filled the room with the wind.

Matcha rolled up her sleeves and turned around, walking past Chaya with her head held high.

"Let's go, dinner is ready!"

Today's roasted whole lamb is a delicacy for sailors.

In addition, there was good wine to add to the fun. Except for the sailors on duty, everyone got drunk and fell drunk on the deck, snoring loudly.

Feng Chenglin, on the other hand, cut a piece of mutton open with a dagger, picked it up and flipped it on the stove, waiting for the oil to sizzle before handing it to Ling Luoyu.

"Third Young Master, the moon is shining brightly tonight and the stars are sparse, and we have a rare leisure time. Looking at the moon and stars is definitely a rare and beautiful scene in the world..."

Ling Luoyu sat cross-legged on the deck, leaning on the edge of the ship's side, looking at the moon in the sky with ghostly eyes.

"The moon tonight...is very round!"

Feng Chenglin understood something and sat down with his head down, cutting the mutton with his dagger, once and then again, and his expression became a little depressed.

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes: "I can't even remember how long we have been out here..."

"Yes!" Feng Chenglin suddenly smiled bitterly: "I can't even remember what my daughter looks like..."

After so many years, my daughter has probably grown up!

And what about him?

"Third Young Master, I am not a good father..."

"Fat man..."

"I don't mean anything else!" Feng Chenglin suddenly realized that under such circumstances, Feng Chenglin felt more guilty than she did, and quickly changed the topic with a smile: "By the way, these days, I have been fooling around with those sailors. I’m familiar with it, and I found out an interesting phenomenon!”

"What?" Ling Luoyu replied absently.

"Do you know why some of them have patterns on their faces and some don't?"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

She knew about this a few days ago.

"That's because the pattern is a totem and a symbol of imperial power for the Shark tribe! In other words, only those royal families and nobles with status are qualified to tattoo patterns on their faces..."

She turned her head slightly and looked into the distance calmly.

"You told me about this a few days ago. Why, how long have you been drinking in the past two days and you have forgotten it?"

"Of course not!" Feng Chenglin moved to her side, leaned over and whispered in a low voice: "What I want to say is the origin of these patterns!"

"...I remember you also said that it was because of their ancestors?"

"Yes! But do you know who their ancestors are?"

"who?"

"That's the cave we found...the caveman..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

cave? !

Her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Is that the cave we entered near Puppet Mountain?"

"That's the one!"

"……you sure?"

"Not sure, but nine times out of ten!"

Feng Chenglin glanced around and told her everything he heard.

"These are what the sailors said. As for the truth or falsehood... I'm not sure. After all, some drunken people talk about mountains and rivers, and I don't know whether they are true or false! They just said that the ancestors of the Shark race lived underground, so they could be near the water. Make a living from the underground river... But they are not the real owners of that underground city!"

Ling Luoyu frowned: "Not the...real owner of the dungeon?!"

"How do you say the ancestors of the Shark tribe? According to the tribe, their ancestors were the right-hand men of the lord of the underground city. Later, after something happened in the underground city, they retreated to live above ground..."