In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

Yaroslav woke up.

A drop of cold seawater trickled down the furry beard on the side of his face.

What appeared in front of him was the rotten and black roof of the cabin, which was still leaking water droplets. The cold seawater dripped on the ground, and was quickly sucked dry by the floor and seeped into the lower levels.

Where is this?

Where's the monster?

Yaroslav wanted to get up from the ground, but found that he couldn't exert any strength at all.

How on earth did I survive? Where were the others?

He was filled with doubts.

Could it be that I awakened the bloodline of my ancestors?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. After all, the Rurik family were Vikings who went south to merge with the Rus. His ancestors were said to have the blood of the Nordic gods. It was precisely because of this that he was able to lead the tribe to land on the Neva River. Established rule over the entire Rus states.

The sea cannot drown me.

Even the sea monster can't hurt me!

you're awake.

A cold voice sounded at the cabin door, and a tall captain wearing a three-cornered hat and pale skin slowly walked into the cabin.

Where is this?

Yaroslav asked: Who are you?

This is the bottom of the foggy sea.

Hogg's somewhat hoarse voice spoke unhurriedly: I am the 'Ocean Disaster', which is the captain of the ship at your feet.

You saved me?

A playful smile appeared on Captain Hogg's face: You can say that, but for you, this may not be a good thing.

Why did he say that?

Yaroslav was a little confused, but he did not ask rashly. He had the recklessness of the so-called barbarian in his heart, but he was by no means a brainless idiot: I am the son of Grand Duke Tver. As long as you send me to the territory of the Greeks, , I guarantee you will get a very handsome reward.

Captain Hogg muttered, it seems that this kid hasn't figured out the current situation yet.

Yaroslav asked doubtfully: What did you say?

Come on deck with me first.

Hogg turned around and left. At this time, Yaroslav also discovered that he could actually move. He quickly stood up, quickly picked up a hatchet from the table and put it in his waist before following him.

The cabin is dark.

Not even a lamp.

Yaroslav muttered quietly, following behind the tall captain in front of him, silently wondering whether these people were enemies or friends. If they wanted to sell himself to Alexandria as a slave to the pagans, how could he resist?

Boss, is there a newcomer?

A cold male voice suddenly sounded.

Hogg nodded slightly and looked at Yaroslav.

Yaroslav was startled, because the man speaking in front of him was so muscular that even though he was stooped, he still had to block all the passages in the cabin - he was at least one and a half times his own height.

What shocked him even more was that the little giant's body was emitting a green light, and a large piece of flesh on his cheek had rotted and fallen off, revealing dark red gums.

Zombie, zombie?

Captain Hogg sneered: He is my most loyal first mate. You will have to learn from him for a long time.

Yaroslav was a little at a loss for a moment. When the so-called first mate squeezed past him, he grinned at him and said: Welcome to the Ocean Disaster, unlucky young man.

Yaroslav laughed dryly.

He felt that the zombie in front of him must be more troublesome than the water ghosts and drowned ghosts he had dealt with before.

Don't make such an expression. You are no different from him now. At most, your body is still relatively fresh.

Captain Hogg's face showed a kind smile: You don't think you really escaped from that monster's mouth, do you?

Yaroslav was shocked.

He raised his hand, and there was not even a trace of blood on his pale palm. Moreover, there was not even an oil lamp in the cabin, but he could see clearly. All signs showed that this guy was not lying.

Do you understand?

A wry smile appeared on Yaroslav's face: I thought I had awakened some incredible ancestral bloodline.

Come with me when you figure it out.

What to do?

Yaroslav, who was still a bit unconvinced, asked doubtfully: Collect the souls of the dead and send them to hell? Are you the ferryman of the River Styx?

No, go and see our master.

Our master?

There was a hint of surprise on Yaroslav's face: Lord of the Underworld?

Hogg shook his head and said: No, he is the lord of Transjordan and Limassol.

A secular lord?

Yaroslav was stunned for a moment and said subconsciously: I am the son of Grand Duke Tver.

Although Yaroslav was not sure what the title of the general of the Transjordan and Limassol military districts was, he thought that he was not higher than his father, the Grand Duke of Tver, who was a very influential lord among the kings of Russia.

Oh, the status of a secular lord is not noble. What is noble is our master.

There was a trace of contempt on Hogg's face, and then he said: By the way, all the ladies on this ship are not to be offended. For example, your companions were eaten by Miss Prajna's shield. .”

What's the meaning?

Yaroslav did not understand what Hogg meant.

I'm telling you, even though we have died once, we still have to be in awe.

In the darkness, Captain Hogg's face looked extremely serious.

…

on deck.

Lothar is playing dice with a sailor. The rules are very simple. Each person throws six dice. Straights, small straights, and designated numbers can all score points. See who gets four thousand points first - simpler than the rules of Gwent. many.

Three to one, one thousand points, skip.

The sailor opposite said with a smile on his face: Boss, boss, I win again.

Lothar stared expressionlessly at the zombie sailor across from him, making his eyes roll around in circles. Finally, he made a squeaking sound and landed on the wooden tray where he was playing dice.

How did you pay a thousand dollars?

The zombie sailor plausibly said: Boss, boss, don't talk nonsense. I don't have a thousand at all. Throwing dice depends on luck and skill. Where does such a thing come from?

Okay, I think you are better this time.

Lothar bounced a silver coin and threw it into the opponent's hand.

In the boring life of sailing at sea, playing dice is definitely a good way to relieve boredom.

Sir, that special little guy has woken up.

Captain Hogg's voice sounded.

Lothar looked at the person.

This is a very tall and burly Slavic man. You can't tell his age because he has a full beard. Even a young man can easily give people the impression of a middle-aged uncle.

Last night, beside the shipwreck, Prajna transferred most of the scattered souls, leaving only this special little guy, who was handed over to Captain Hogg by Prajna.

The reason why he is special is that he can actually withstand the curse on the Ocean Disaster.

You know, the Ocean Disaster has not recruited new people for many years. It's not that Hogg doesn't want to, but that there is simply no soul that can withstand the power of the curse.

Sir, this boy claims to be the son of Grand Duke Tver.

The Grand Duke in Rus' culture is actually not the same concept as the Grand Duke in Central and Western Europe, but Grand Duke Tver is considered a top-notch prince among the kings of Rus.

The Grand Duke of Tver at this time should be from the Rurik family, right?

Lothar thought for a moment, do the people of the Rurik family really have any special blood?

Yaroslav, I'm deeply sorry for what happened to you.

Yaroslav opened his mouth. He who once thought he was born fearless could not even say a complete sentence for a while.

Greek or Latin, which one do you know?

Lothar switched languages ​​skillfully.

Hogg reminded: Sir, this kid understands what you are saying. Can you first remove the pressure before speaking?

Lothar suddenly realized.

Only then did he realize that he had just been so angry by the cheating sailor that he subconsciously let go of the pressure of his dark lord. Yaroslav was just a newborn zombie, and he had nothing to do with the group of hob meat that had existed for hundreds of years. Fabi, how can you possibly withstand this?