The system fell silent again, and after a moment, finally displayed a few words:
"This is an exception."
The next second, Kanna suddenly had a ring on each of her fingers.
Kanna wiggled her fingers, finding that although the rings looked large, they didn't hinder her movements. "By the way, how's the quality of these things? They won't shatter if I just throw a normal punch, will they? Or explode if I summon lightning?"
"The rings have been reinforced and can withstand eighty percent of the host's physical output, and are immune to lightning."
The system's answer relieved Kanna's worries, so she wouldn't have to be timid when fighting because of the rings. In fact, because of the unexpectedly high strength, she could even use these things as brass knuckles, delivering super-doubled damage with a punch to the face.
Once she had the items, Kanna wasn't in a hurry, because she remembered they would be returning soon. If someone discovered something missing from here, she, as the only "suspect" present, would have a hard time explaining.
However, once everyone went to the deck, she could start "borrowing" some things. Although sixty years had passed, there were more fun things on this ship than just the Golden Throne. As a Young Dragon, it would be a waste to let so many shiny, glittering things be buried in the sea.
Kanna had already checked these rings; each ring could hold ten cubic units of items. If the ten rings were only considered for carrying daily necessities, they could store quite a lot of things.
Moreover, these things had no locks or passwords. As long as one wore a ring, they could open the space inside the ring using all current spells.
Before long, a group of people gradually returned to the hall. Alfonso's face showed no emotion, but his empty hands indicated that this hunt had not been successful. Moreover, the First Mate beside him had a rather severe-looking wound.
On the other side, the Abyssal Hunters and Alfonso seemed to have reached some agreement, and both parties were searching for something on the ship.
"A while ago, I saw a strange Terrorfish pass by the door, but it didn't come in. Are you looking for it? Also, First Mate, are you injured? I have some bandages here, do you need help?"
Only after approaching did she realize that the First Mate had a huge penetrating wound on its abdomen. Such an injury would almost certainly be a death sentence for a human, but for the First Mate, who had already transformed into a Seaborn, the wound was recovering at a very fast rate. In Kanna's opinion, as long as it had enough energy, the First Mate could easily recover.
However, for now, lacking food, its wound recovery was indeed not ideal.
Alfonso stared at Kanna, who was holding bandages, then softened his tone, "First Mate, you should rest here for now. I'll handle the hunting."
He did not refuse Kanna as she walked over to his First Mate and tied a layer of clean white bandages around its waist.
"Although it's not skillful, with your recovery speed, you'll be fine soon." Kanna's small face was a little red at her crude bandaging. Even after being on Rhodes Island for so long and participating in the post-disaster relief in Wolumonde, Kanna still knew nothing about battlefield treatment. After all, everyone's expectation for her was not to stop and rescue one or two patients, but to stand in front of everyone to block enemy fire, allowing more people to receive rescue.
Just then, that strange Terrorfish appeared at the doorway. It asked its "compatriots" inside with confusion, and everyone saw that it was missing a leg. It asked in a bewildered tone why they, who were not hunting for food, would attack their "compatriots."
However, it was met with the weapons of the Abyssal Hunters and Alfonso. Unfortunately, due to the distance, it still managed to escape.
"Forget it, this several-month-long hunt should end now. The long hunt has finally reached its conclusion. You chase in the direction it fled, and I'll take another path. It can't bore through these walls; it will choose a place closer to the sea! Garcia, your injury isn't fatal, so rest well here. I'll be back soon."
Alfonso stepped out the door and walked in another direction, while Garcia, the First Mate, silently watched Alfonso's face. It was a joy it hadn't seen in a long time, an undisguised excitement, a long-lost vigor.
It leaned against the cold ground nearby and soon entered a state of dormancy. It understood that it needed to repair its wounds as much as possible to help its beloved continue the hunt.
After nodding to Kanna, Skadi and Specter picked up their weapons and chased in the direction the Terrorfish had fled.
Only after everyone had left did Kanna reach out and secretly slip the Golden Throne into her ring, then jumped to the doorway. She looked up.
"Actually, I don't dislike those who, for their ideals or revenge, shout 'I'm not human anymore!' and then embrace non-human forms. After all, even villains like Lord DIO have their own villainous charm. But 'human traitors'... it's one thing if you don't want to be human yourself, but dragging everyone else down with you is just pointless. How can these ugly Seaborn compare to the diverse and colorful humans?"
Although Kanna seemed to be murmuring to herself, not far upstairs, the mysterious woman confronting Irene suddenly changed her expression drastically.
Originally, she had planned to rely on the seaborn trace here and the Seaborn behind her to block the little bird and Specter and Skadi, who were catching up from behind. But for some unknown reason, just a second ago, when she thought she had victory in her grasp, a terrifying and immense pressure appeared upon her.
The clear voice of the young girl surfaced in her ear. At this moment, she remembered there was still one more person in the cabin, someone her "comrade" had specifically warned her about before—that mysterious Draco cub.
With inexplicable fear, she quickly ran inside. Countless Seaborn flooded the path she had taken, blocking the way completely.
Just as Irene was at a loss in front of this large group of Seaborn, the Abyssal Hunters finally arrived on the battlefield. Two massive weapons flew up and down in the narrow passage like meat grinders, and in front of them, all Seaborn that dared to block their way were cut into fragments on the ground, like Chernobog.
Irene stood behind the two, her rapier piercing through their wide-ranging "dance," sending any Seaborn that slipped through back into the embrace of the sea.
That strange creature finally jumped onto the deck, but not far away, the owner of this warship, the captain of the Stultifera Navis, was already waiting. He looked at the other party as if looking at prey that had fallen into a trap. The moment the other party relaxed, he unceremoniously swung the long sword in his hand.
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