Chapter 46 Lynn: I Smell the Scent of Being Framed (Please Follow)

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Raindrops continuously smashed onto the deck, bursting with crisp but low-pitched sounds, as Lynn, situated inside the cabin, woke from his recurring nightmare.

After recognizing his surroundings, Lynn couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The sudden apparition of the goddess the night before had brought him considerable psychological pressure, thankfully, she did not seem to have followed them.

They should be safe now.

Lynn sat upright, rolled off the hard wooden bed, casually grabbed a cloak hanging near the door, and then opened the cabin door to step onto the deck.

The gentle sea breeze carried droplets of seawater that hit his face, bringing with them the taste of salt and moisture, and dispersed the stale air within the cabin.

Lynn looked up into the distance, where a thick fog spread across the sea surface, enveloping the entire sailing ship, allowing only a glimpse of about three to five meters beyond the vessel.