In the dim cage at the bottom of the ship, only a faint kerosene lamp burned without pause.
Two soldiers stood guard outside Catarina Devon's cell.
When they saw Dawn arrive, the two soldiers hurriedly prepared to salute.
Holding a roast, Dawn smiled and said, "Go eat outside. I'll watch things here."
"Th-this..."
"It's fine. I brought Catarina Devon something to eat and will chat with her while I'm at it. Go on." Dawn waved, telling the two not to stand on ceremony.
"Yes, thank you, sir." The soldiers saluted and left the ship's hold.
Meanwhile, the moment Catarina Devon saw Dawn, her expression turned incomparably ugly. The ferocity and hatred in her eyes were terrifying.
"Ha, I never thought you'd be the one bringing me food. What a rare guest." Catarina Devon looked at Dawn with undisguised hostility.
That was only natural. After all, Dawn had captured her. Without him, she might have already escaped by now.
Faced with someone she hated so deeply, how could Catarina Devon possibly give him a pleasant look?
She wore a prison uniform, yet had altered it until it looked like a distinctive outfit specifically tailored from prison clothes.
Though her face was nothing special, Dawn still admired her taste.
"There's no need for pointless provocative talk. A defeated dog has no right to speak."
Dawn's merciless words made the veins on Catarina Devon's forehead bulge. "You came here just to say that?"
"No, I'm here to negotiate terms." Dawn smiled faintly, wearing an utterly harmless expression.
"Ha? Negotiate terms? Can you really let me out?" Catarina Devon sneered. "If that's the condition, we can talk. I'm not interested in anything else."
"How do you know it isn't?"
Dawn chuckled. Rather than looking at Catarina Devon's stunned face, he changed the subject. "First,