Rick looked at the newly raised sail, noticing the faint magical fluctuations, and nodded expectantly,
"We can go and see. If talking doesn't solve it, then we'll use our fists to reason."
He glanced at Rick unconsciously, and Yudala couldn't help shivering slightly.
Was this the way Rick's family communicated feelings? It was so direct?
It seemed even more exaggerated than General Elleo's family...
Dusk fell.
The sun slanted toward the west.
The slightly yellowed sunset poured over the shimmering sea surface.
Wave after wave gently lapped against the beach.
One after another, towering figures, panicked, watched the slowly approaching Iron Magic Warship.
They each had thick minotaur horns, draped in animal skins and coarse linen, holding various rudimentary fishing tools in their hands.
Their eyes, as big as copper bells, revealed spots of panic and alertness. They shouted to the children and women:
