The fisherman boat slowly entered the beach before stopping right before Lyon and his two servants. The hunchback old man slowly reached out the edge before stepping over it. His feet were slightly buried in the sand before a smile was given to the young man.
"Good morning old man, quite unusual morning isn't it?" said Lyon with a smirk on his face.
The old man in front of him just sailed across a dangerous sea that contained nothing but demonic beasts. Yet, the boat was intact and his clothes were spick and clean as if he just iron it.
The old man raised his eyebrows, "Oh? What is quite unusual?"
"You should know how weird this situation already is," chuckled Lyon.
The old man smiled before laughing, "Hahaha, of course, it is. Silly old me, not just any morning would start with an old man rowing a fisherman boat to say 'good morning'."
"So, what is your goal old man? I would advise nothing ill-intent would be the best."
