Witch?
First, you'd have to be a woman, right!
Everyone gathered around was stunned by Duge's shameless remarks.
People who've dealt with Selma really do go crazy... It's true after all...
Of course.
It's possible that Paul traded that thing to Selma.
You know, the sea is vast and filled with all kinds of fish!
"..." Ace Bar choked for a moment, his eyes laden with undisguised sarcasm, "Then I wish Captain Paul a long and prosperous journey on the path of witchcraft."
"Thank you for the blessings from the captain of the Snow Dragon," Duge smiled, "but before boarding, may I know your name?"
"Ace Bar," Ace Bar said.
Duge then looked towards the captain of the Latin.
"Deep Latin." The captain of the Latin was a bearded man whose age was indiscernible.
"Walter Herman." The captain of the Herman also gave his name.
"Lando Archer." The captain of the Archer looked sullen; he felt he had been wronged and directed all his anger towards Paul.
"Lewan Les."
