"Jason, what are you thinking about?"
On a ship with gold and green livery, bearing the emblem of the Holy Mother Church, Jason leaned against the railing, gazing at the pitch-black sea surrounding them.
Hearing a voice from behind, he turned his head.
It was the captain of the ship.
"I was wondering how Alka and the others are doing."
Upon hearing Jason's words, the middle-aged man standing there couldn't help but say, "I think they should be fine. You don't need to worry too much about them."
Jason waved his hand in response. "I'm not worried about their safety," he said in a light-hearted tone. "I'm worried that they've gotten too strong. If I'm too weak when I meet them, I'll definitely be laughed at."
"Hahaha, then you better work hard."
Jason chuckled and then said, a bit helplessly, "Why don't Alka and the others just use the Sword of Love?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged Church Knight could only shrug helplessly, indicating that he couldn't understand it either.
