Arriving on an iron bed goose?
Taking out a cute girl?
What kind of nonsense is this...
Shen Feng frowned, unable to make sense of the situation.
'Listening to the description in this so-called prophecy, this world's Savior is a total pervert,' he thought. 'And a creep who's into little girls...'
He looked up and asked Witch Tower,
"What does this poetic prophecy even mean? What's an 'iron bed'? A bed made of iron?"
Although Witch Tower had recited the poetic prophecy in a halting tongue, Shen Feng now questioned her in English, incorporating the accent he had picked up from the pirates over the past few days.
"Iron bed?" Witch Tower looked taken aback. "This poetic prophecy uses the language of the ancient and distant Eastern Continent. I don't really understand the meaning myself. I just know this part says the Savior will one day return."
