Evil always comes from courage

Trumpets, trumpets, seven angels blowing trumpets from the top of the clouds.

Look at that! The king's head rolled down, and the sacred crown on which he was crowned was broken in two.

The dragon roared and roared in the abyss, devouring the sun and moon, breaking free from the chains of time.

Look at that! Mountains and rivers burst into pieces, and evil spirits crawled out of the gates of sin.

The rod of God rolled down from heaven, shattering day and night, destroying everything to the end

——"The Trial" by Alice Letasha

Night fell on the sea, and the swaying lights swayed in the sea breeze. Henry Jane stood on the deck and looked at the stars in the sky. He had completed today's work.

Ben should have slept like everyone else at this time, but he was kept tossing and turning due to some strange noises on the deck.

He carried the dim oil lamp that was about to burn out and crept onto the deck.

Henry Jane frowned and groped carefully towards the bow of the ship, trying to see what was causing the noise.

It was a person. Henry Jane looked at the upright figure and didn't know who that person was.

He seemed to be standing with his back to himself. Under the moonlight, there were faint streaks of water on the deck. I didn't know what the man was doing.

Henry Jane squinted his eyes. He wanted to see who that person was and why he was standing motionless on the deck at such a late hour, like a sculpture.

Maybe one of the crew members is sleepwalking, Henry, Jane thought.

Just when Henry Jane was about to reach over and pull the person back to sleep, the clouds blocking the moonlight no longer knew when they would leave.

Henry Jane could obviously feel something abnormal, and the figure began to shake slightly, very slightly.

The moonlight shone on him and became faintly brighter, like shining on the sea with sparkling waves.

A gust of sea breeze blew by, and Henry Jane felt like he smelled something, like cheese soaked between milk and honey, seeping into his nose bit by bit.

Henry Jane remembered the smell. To be precise, he had not smelled it, but Julian Martinster told him about the wonderful encounter he had experienced.

When Julian Martinster told him, he described the smell in great detail. It was a sweet milky smell that you would never forget once you smell it.

The smell cannot be described in words, but as long as you smell it, even if you have never smelled it, you will immediately understand that it is that smell, and you will understand that it is that smell, and it is what you want.

Henry Jane was a little confused. He didn't know where the smell came from. Maybe it came from the unprocessed whale carcass below.

As sailor Julian Martinster said, there is an intriguing fragrance coming from the whale carcass.

The moonlight allowed Henry Jane to see more clearly the man on the deck in the distance. He seemed to be soaked all over, and he seemed to have accidentally knocked over the grease bucket and was sticky.

In the sea breeze, Henry Jane could vaguely hear a slight whisper in the sea breeze, like who was talking somewhere, but it was so rustling that he couldn't hear what it was.

Henry Jane groped forward, and the oil lamp in his hand also went out with a flicker at this time. It seemed that the fuel was used up.

Before he had taken a few steps, the clouds in the sky covered the moon again. Without the light of the oil lamp in his hand, Henry Jane immediately fell into a brief darkness.

Your Highness...

Henry Jane didn't dare to move forward. He seemed to hear a voice coming from the sea. The voice was very subtle, and he didn't know what it was saying mixed in the sea breeze.

Henry Jane was hiding in the shadows on the deck and shouted tentatively with a trembling voice;

"Hello?"