In the purple eyes of the Chancellor's daughter as she met his gaze was nothing but the pride of someone who had gotten her way:
"Hofward's Golden Wine, like a beautiful woman, is the finest reward for the bravest of men, my lord."
"You..."
Only then did Brando notice that the Horn of Commendation in the Chancellor's daughter's hand was actually his own. He had just wanted to lean back and say something, but after the Golden Wine went down his throat, his mind was already burning hot.
"Damn it, not again..."
Delphine narrowed her eyes and looked at the man like a cat.
"Tonight, I belong to you, my lord..."
She spoke while exhaling hot breath.
As for what came afterward, Brando could no longer hear clearly.
The cabin swayed gently, as though it were the rippling surface of the sea. It was said that mermaids would sing softly in the dead of night, producing sobbing, plaintive melodies that lured sailors to drown.
It was a high, catlike voice accompanied by low, faint gasps, murmuring like whispers, as if sobbing, all blending together.
That night, neither Huang Huo nor Mr. Liu waited for Miss Delphine to come up from the lower deck--
Dawn leaped from beneath the horizon and dyed the entire sea golden.
In the southern reaches of Wagtail Strait, there were places deep in the Valtana Sea that were rumored to be shrouded in darkness. The sun had supposedly stopped rising there half a year ago. However, that route was utterly deserted, and few people ever went there, so the rumor had remained confined to a small circle and had never been confirmed.
At least in Wagtail Strait, the sun still rose in the morning and set in the evening, as normal as could be.
Soft sunlight