The trip was somewhat different from the one to Gallonaro. At that time, Lorenzo was carrying a cruise ship specially used for enjoyment. The huge ship was full of entertainment facilities, smoked meat and fine wine. But the Morning Advance now had none of those things. The warehouse was filled with steel and gunpowder, and even worse were the sleeping armors.
Different from the previous ease and joy, nameless depression covered every part of the ship. Most people were not clear about the purpose of this voyage, but perhaps because of the heavy rain, their mood sank together.
Walking along the swaying corridor, Lorenzo was carrying food and beer from the cafeteria. His conversation with the Shrike successfully made Lorenzo miss the dinner time, but fortunately the chefs had left a lot of food for them.
"Why are you here?"
Lorenzo stopped and saw a familiar girl standing on one side of the corridor, looking at the sea outside the porthole.
Dark clouds and heavy rain swallowed up the night. The only source of light was the streaking thunder. They surged violently, illuminating the sky and the sea. The rain hanging on the glass distorted the world slightly. Everything lost its original appearance in the distorted light.
"Come and see the storm."
Seleu looked directly at the core of the thunder, which was swept and stirred by the storm and rose on the other side of the sea.
"What's so good about this thing?"
Lorenzo came over, leaned on the porthole and took a closer look.
There was nothing unusual, it was just an ordinary sea storm. If there was anything strange, it was that it was too violent and the sea was constantly surging.
"Aren't you going to rest?"
Lorenzo asked. It was not too late yet, but life at sea was so monotonous that everyone would usually return to their rooms early if there was nothing to do.
"No, I feel a little uncomfortable and want to go out for a walk." Seleu retracted his gaze.
"Low air pressure? Normal reaction."
Lorenzo picked up a bottle of beer and handed it to Seleu. Seleu didn't hesitate and reached out to grab it, but when he was about to touch it, Lorenzo withdrew his hand and took the bottle back.
"It's not a good time to drink alcohol. If you fall into the sea drunk, no one can save you."
Lorenzo said this, but he bit open the bottle cap and took a sip himself.
"Aren't you afraid of falling?"
"I'm a demon hunter. Alcohol doesn't have much effect on me."
Under the transformation of the secret blood, the demon hunter's physique has a very strong metabolic capacity, and the influence of alcohol is just a minor matter. This ability mainly deals with toxins. Most of the toxins can only cause a small impact on the demon hunters.
“Very strange.”
Seleu looked very confused.
"What's wrong?"
"People drink to get drunk, but you don't get drunk, so why do you drink?"
Due to her cold personality, Seleu rarely communicates with the outside world. Apart from her work at the Stuart family, she hardly meets any strangers. Most of the time, she locks herself in the study, reading books.
Therefore, Seleu's thinking is often quite interesting, and he becomes very weird in places that others would not expect.