Meanwhile, Lance was learning the Barbarian Tribes' dialect from Boudica, essentially teaching each other their languages.
In the room, Lance was forcing Boudica to study hard, which for her was even more painful than receiving several punches.
Until suddenly, a series of urgent knocks interrupted them. "Lord! Pirates!"
Just my luck. Lance thought.
Lance no longer had time to worry about language lessons and quickly rushed out of the room.
Boudica, on the other hand, felt like she had finally been saved. Compared to learning, she preferred fighting. For her, a chance to hack and slash was ideal. Not to mention, she had been going stir-crazy from idleness these past few days. She instantly grabbed her War Halberd and dashed out after him.
As soon as Lance stepped onto the deck, he saw the sailors gathered and overheard their discussions.
"We can't escape, can we?"
"Their ship is much faster than ours. It's only a matter of time before they catch up."
