Chapter 133: PTSD
Soft warm sunlight spilled evenly across the wide ship deck and gentle sea wind brushed over every corner of the sailing vessel.
Thanks to the solid financial support from House Gorthmorde this voyage required no extra escort troops.
On board only Hannah and all her new companions stayed together along with ordinary sailors the captain and piles of luggage and supplies Hannah had brought along the journey.
Ren hopped cheerfully beside Hannah while walking out from the cabin his small black tail swaying nonstop.
He spotted Mike standing not far away with two thick white wood root pieces firmly stuck on both sides of his nose and instantly could not hold back his laughter.
The little dragon fluttered his tiny wings and darted forward quickly poking Mike's cheek again and again in pure amusement.
Mike tried his best to reach out his hands to catch the playful little dragon yet Ren moved far too nimbly slipping away easily every single time.
