In the Golden Horn Bay, the Sea Dragon commanded walls of waves as if intending to turn the entire port into a waterlogged country.
The King of Hungary couldn't help but glance sideways, saying, "It's Ceto. I didn't expect it to heed your command. Over the years, you probably used it to deal with quite a few rival ships, didn't you?"
Ceto was the name of the Sea Dragon, and legend had it that it was a sea monster sleeping in the Adriatic Sea Trench, frequently sighted by sailors.
Seeming to perceive the hidden worry in Bella III's heart, Captain Dandolo replied nonchalantly, "No need to worry, Your Majesty, the Venetians aim for the seas while Your Majesty aims for the Balkans. As long as we stand together, Venice's strong ships and sharp blades are at Your Majesty's disposal."
Heh—
Bella III sneered, "Handle the Genoese first, and then we'll talk about your ambition at sea."
"That won't be too late."
Captain Dandolo revealed a reserved smile on his face.
