Endless sea stretches beyond the horizon.
The North Sea fleet sails slowly.
On the deck, Julius Reed set up a table for a wine feast, sitting opposite Gabriel Abernathy.
The sea wind howls.
Mixed with a somewhat fishy scent.
At first, everyone was quite uncomfortable with it.
But after enough exposure, they got used to it.
"Why suddenly invite me to drink?" Julius Reed sat cross-legged on the carpet, looking at Gabriel Abernathy, who was dressed as a man.
It was strange.
Out of the blue, an invitation to drink.
When something is abnormal, there must be a demon at play.
"Do I need a reason to ask you to drink?"
Gabriel Abernathy gazed directly into Julius Reed's eyes and countered: "When you sought me out to make the mask, you didn't talk like that."
"Strictly speaking, you belong to the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, it's only right you do things for me."
Julius Reed spoke indifferently.
