Cicy swaggered as she steered the helm, and the Shell swayed and wobbled forward, completely losing its previous agility. The Brass Dragon didn’t know how to sail a ship; he had always relied on his wings to traverse mountains and rivers. Now he could only rely on his instincts to gradually familiarize himself with the operation of the ship.
Lynch looked worriedly at the river ahead, several whirlpools catching his attention. Van Dijk had told him that the most important task for soone steering wasn’t to grip the helm tightly, but to constantly observe and judge the shape of the river, avoiding possible currents and shoals. Especially on a river without any navigational markers, experience was often more crucial than anything else.
Thinking of this, the Mage ran to Cicy’s side. Knowing full well that as soon as he opened his mouth, the Brass Dragon’s long-winded rant would follow, but for the safety of all the passengers — of course, Cicy could just fly away with a flap of his wings, so his safety wasn’t Lynch’s concern — the Mage braced himself and said, "Cicy, you should let take the helm."
"Why? I’m not doing a great job steering the ship? The Shell is cruising smoothly on the river, without even a hint of a wobble. Trust , I’m the best sailor among all dragons, this task is a piece of cake for . Besides, it’s so hot, you, a young Mage, shouldn’t be baking under the sun. If your brain overheats, you’ll start feeling dizzy and clumsy. Although I’m now in human form, this bit of heat doesn’t affect . You should quickly head into the cabin and rest. I’ll handle the sailing."
Cicy paused for a mont, and Lynch thought he had stopped talking, only to find he was just catching his breath.
"Mage, why are you still standing here? Listen to and head down. Unless you have sothing important to tell ? Or you have a special reason to steer the ship yourself? If that’s the case, I naturally won’t get in your way; I’m a dragon that’s very easy to communicate with, was and always will be. However, I have a request: when you’re steering, can you let stay beside you? Maybe you humans have a special sailing technique, and even if you don’t want to teach, just letting observe for a while would be a nice way to pass the ti."
After speaking, he took a step back, leaving the helm to Lynch. The ship was about to crash into a possible underwater reef as it had wasted ti. The Mage quickly turned the helm, avoiding the danger.
Cicy looked puzzled at the Mage: "Why are you steering so recklessly, abruptly changing direction, making the entire ship incredibly unstable? It was more stable when I was steering. If you continue..."
Unable to bear it any longer, Lynch pressed his Magic Wand against Cicy’s lips. Suddenly, as he rembered the Brass Dragon’s size, the warnings from his ntor about the dangers dragons posed, before Cicy’s eyes could show any anger, Lynch quickly said, "Well then, you better steer. I’ll go into the cabin to rest."
"Oh, is that so!" The Brass Dragon smiled: "You should have listened to earlier; after all, I’ve lived longer than you, and my experience is richer. You should hurry down and stop sunbathing here. If you’re already feeling dizzy or struggling to breathe, I’d suggest you find a cool place to lie down and rest, making sure the air flows freely. If you have spells to conjure sothing cool, use them to reduce the heat. Of course, even without preparation, you could always..."
Lynch suddenly closed the cabin door behind him, sealing those endless chattering sounds outside. Instantly, his ears were t with refreshing silence, and a tranquil, soothing sensation washed over him. The Mage took several deep breaths, feeling as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
Inside the cabin, Zilvra aid a Crossbow Arrow at the entrance, lowering the weapon only when she saw it was Lynch. Van Dijk hovered in the corner, anxiously placing a towel soaked in icy water on Soka’s forehead, while the little angel mumbled incoherently, still unconscious.
"Who exactly ca?" Zilvra asked, "Is it resolved?"
"I don’t know if it counts as resolved," Lynch replied helplessly, "Those three Druids have left the ship, but a bard ca aboard instead. While it’s much safer than before, it might beco a hassle. It’s best for you all to ignore him, and then there won’t be any issues." The Mage looked at little Soka, whose small face was flushed red with fever: "How is she? Why did she suddenly get so sick? And it seems to be getting worse."
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