Necromancers' methods of manipulating people's hearts were often this simple and straightforward, silent and subtle.
It seemed as if he had done nothing, yet also as if he had done everything, quietly changing people through their own thoughts until they were won over.
There was finally a second living person aboard the ship, and Wallace's sense of crisis soared.
Fortunately, he had diligently studied navigation and was not afraid of being replaced.
At the same time, he could not help wondering whether Lord Lowett seemed to enjoy snatching people from enemy ships.
That had been the case with him, with the newly arrived captain, and, if one wanted to be picky about it, even the two Black Knights.
What kind of strange hobby was that?
That Cao Cao Lord Lowett had mentioned to himself sounded like someone he had learned it from.
In any case, Lowett seemed increasingly mysterious and unfathomable in Wallace's eyes, and he felt an even greater sense of urgency about their upcoming mission.
"Chuu!!"
Suddenly, a shrill cry rang out. Wallace jumped in fright, flinging a blob of ink from his Feather Pen and staining the sea chart black.
He immediately felt like crying.
"But that's only if this ship can actually follow orders."
Who would have thought?
Their greatest difficulty at sea was not storms or the Marines, but their inability to control the ship beneath their feet!
"Caw!"
"Chuu Chuu!"
"Caw?"
"Chuu Chuu Chuu!"
Flap flap flap...
The Crimson-eyed Raven fluttered down onto the captain's head, thoroughly messing up his already bird's-nest-like hair.
One bird raised a wing and covered its forehead in a remarkably human gesture, its bird face filled with helplessness.
I did my best. You deal with the rest.
Reclining in a beach chair, Lowett raised a finger and had it