The night sky tonight was moonlit, with the moon hanging like a disc.
Moonlight, resembling water, filtered through the window, spilling into the captain's cabin.
There were no lights on in the captain's cabin, and the dragon-man youth had not gone to sleep.
He sat at the desk, listening to the sound of waves slapping against the hull, interspersed with the occasional voice of mercenaries patrolling the deck, exchanging passwords.
With Zong Ge in charge, the discipline of the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps far exceeded that of a regular mercenary group.
The half-beasts were being trained entirely like a military force.
On the desk rested a teapot, brewing tea.
The dragon-man youth's gaze, however, was concentrated on the medal in his hands.
It was a Big Arena Badge.
It seemed to be made of silver, heavy even in the dragon-man youth's hands.
It was a Silver Level device with significant origins, related to the Abyss.
It had two main functions.
