"Are these things here to save that child?" Charles, with a slight furrow in his brow, peered through the glass window ahead at the appearance of the enemy.
At that moment, around the Unicorne, a dozen aircraft-like special metal constructs continuously circled.
The wings of the spiral fighters had been replaced with the wings of a goose, and as they flapped continuously, the energy they generated propelled the elliptical bodies to move swiftly.
Faced with the bizarre underwater flying objects whose allegiance was unclear, the first mate proposed a solution. "Captain... should we... launch... torpedoes to... probe...?"
Recalling the sight of the little boy moments ago, Charles slowly shook his head. "Wait, I will take the child named Bogro out to negotiate and see."
"It would be best for both parties to communicate effectively with the natives of this island if possible, avoiding conflict; if it can be resolved by words, better not to resolve it by bullets."
