"The exterior armor of the Morning Advance has been repaired a lot, but there are some problems that cannot be solved here in Velent."
The crew showed up at Ivar's longhouse early in the morning, bringing news of Notar.
Lorenzo sat by the campfire, looking at the crew with sleepy eyes, nodding and humming in response. Although alcohol could not affect the consciousness of the demon hunter, it seemed that there was no normal drink in this damn place except alcohol. After returning from the tavern, he and Hebode drank several rounds of drinks...
Wait, Hebold
Lorenzo looked to the other side. He had to admit that the insulation of the long house was quite good. Hebod was lying on the animal skin carpet not far from the campfire, humming from time to time.
"Ah... is this what a hangover is?"
Lorenzo pressed his confused forehead, his eyes brightened slightly, and his consciousness became clearer.
The crew was no stranger to Lorenzo's wonderful posture. On the deck, they could always see Lorenzo's heroic leap, making a beautiful splash on the sea. He and other crew members would score Lorenzo's diving.
"Captain Notar means that we need to go to Lengbing Bay for further maintenance. There is Inglvig's technical support, and the Lengbing Bay Shipyard is capable of repairing the damage."
"Are these injuries serious?" Lorenzo asked.
"It's not serious, but it's difficult to repair. This involves the internal structure of the hull. During the naval battle, a shell penetrated the armor and sank into the cabin, affecting the structure below."
"Will it have any effect on the demons?"
"It shouldn't have much of an impact. After all, the demons are just flesh and blood. Their way of attacking is to climb up the deck from the outer armor. But if they were to face an ironclad ship, I'm not sure what would happen. Cannon fire is far more powerful than the demons' claws."
Lorenzo fell silent. With the development of technology, humans are already able to suppress demons with firepower, such as the organized third-generation armor, Ascalon, and even the weapons sealed deep underground in the Platinum Palace.
Now the only thing limiting humanity’s fight against demons is strange erosion.
"Well, looks like we need to speed up."
Lorenzo was still a little worried.
"What's wrong?"
When the voice sounded, Shrike came over from the side. Seeing Lorenzo waking up, he was amazed.
"I didn't expect that witchers would have hangovers."
"It's inevitable that you'll feel dizzy if you drink too much in one go," Lorenzo replied. He then pointed at Hebod and asked, "What happened last night? I remember that Hebod and I came back here and sat in front of the campfire and chatted... and then my memory was cut off."
"Oh, you and him were talking about some old things, all sorts of things, and then Heberd was reading a book and crying, and he told you some of the plots, and then you two hugged each other and cried and screamed."
Shrike walked to Hebod's side, picked up the "Victoria's Secret" that fell beside him, and kicked Hebod with his foot. The Viking was sleeping very soundly and did not respond.
"It seems that the witcher's physique is really good. You can actually drink a Viking to death."