Bertram Grean watched all the battles from start to finish from the best vantage point until the sea gradually calmed down.

He hoped that Isis had escaped...... But he also knew it was unlikely.

He was sturdily tied to the mainmast, and in full view of everyone, there was little chance of escape, and he could only comfort himself that he was still an enemy to be taken seriously, at least to Nine Toes.

He was relieved at first to discover that the giant beast that was fluttering in the sea was not Is, but when the real ice dragon roared down from the sky...... He was more worried than surprised.

There was one thing he didn't dare to say to the dragon, who was still proud even though he had fallen into the sea and had fallen into the sea, because it would undoubtedly hurt its pride—he doubted that it was no match for the Black Sail Pirates.

He suspected that it was no match for the Nine Toes with the Dragonbone.

If it weren't for the fact that the Dragonbone had just appeared on the distant horizon when the Ice Dragon fell into the sea, he would have suspected that the Dragonbone had attacked it.

The first time they saw the Dragonbone was when they lost their own ship not long ago. Before that, he had heard that Nine Toes had secretly built a magic ship for himself. Everyone described the ship as powerful and evil, as if it were an extension of the elusive dark will of Nine Toes, a living monster, a tangible nightmare...... But no one could tell what terrible power it had.

Bertram was skeptical of the legends. As Ninetoe's old nemesis, he knew that the guy had always stayed away from the unpredictable power of magic...... But sometimes he also thinks that maybe it's just because Nine Toes doesn't understand. Unable to control magic - people like him who are too suspicious to trust others will always have a hard time accepting anything they can't control.

But there is undoubtedly something special about that ship...... Although he hasn't figured it out until now. The night the Unicorn was lost. The Dragonbone kept a certain distance, watching from the outside of the melee, and only when the battle was over and everything was a foregone conclusion, did it approach unhurriedly, pacing arrogantly like a male lion to enjoy the harvest of the hunt.

Bertram was dragging the unconscious captain along, and looked up to see the smirking skeleton and the dark red name of the ship under the horn...... It's just a fleeting glimpse. But it cast a very heavy and ominous shadow in his heart.

And today, from the moment he stepped on deck, everything he saw proved that his uneasiness was not unwarranted - under excessive ornamentation. The seemingly bulky three-masted ship was still perfectly balanced and surprisingly fast, there was always some strange roar below deck, like some kind of monster in the cabin, and half of the "pirates" on board didn't look like pirates at all, but they were undoubtedly good warriors. And, the ship is simply more agile than the Unicorn when it comes to combat...... It's like you really have life. Even if it suddenly dives into the sea like a fish. He probably wouldn't be too surprised.

With or without the help of magic. Such a large ship, as heavily armed as Neo's battleship, should not be taken lightly.

What did Nine Toes want to do when he took the Unicorn and sailed such a ship to the dangerous and barren northern seas? It is unlikely that there is an island full of treasures waiting for him...... And the Anktann and the Barbarians are definitely not suitable targets for robbery.

And, what is the relationship between the mysterious guys on the beach and the Black Sails, why the hell did that bastard Behring hang out with them, is that black-haired elf with two swords the one he's heard of, and why is he here?......

As the rickety hull of the ship was tossed and turned, it wasn't the waves and the chaos around him that made Bertram even more dizzy. Rather, it was one question after another that he could not find answers, mixed with Behring's face and his angry accusations that kept popping out uncontrollably...... That upset him. So much so that after a while, I realized that the rope tied to my body was inexplicably gradually loosening.

At first, he was pleasantly surprised to think that it was because the ship had been so jolty before, but as he rolled his eyes and looked around quietly, he saw the middle-aged mage standing beside the boat.

The mage glanced at him, his eyebrows curling in a subtle arc, and then quickly looked away.

Bertram reacted immediately—he may have received unexpected help.

The hull of the ship shook again, and the stern of the ship slowly sank as if pulled by some great force, and everyone had to hold on to something. But there was silence on deck.

Some were murmuring uneasily, while many more simply stood in silence, waiting.

The wind blew the sound of Nine Toes in his ears, but he couldn't hear what he was talking about...... The calm, deep voice was obviously not an order to attack.

Bertram's heart sank uneasily. He can tell the difference between the nervousness of fear in the face of danger and the calmness of confidence...... And at this moment, most of what he saw from the faces of those "pirates" was more like the latter.

He began to twist his wrists, trying to break free from the restraints.

Once again, a low roar rang out below deck. This time, Bertram could clearly feel the entire hull of the ship shake with it...... Then, a roar came from underwater.

Across the sea, the voice that had changed its tone was unusually dull, but it still slammed heavily on Bertram's heart.

The sunken stern suddenly floated up, the upturned bow slammed into the water, and in the splashing waves, the keel began to rock violently, but soon regained its balance, but the stern still seemed to have fallen some weight, causing the whole ship to drift diagonally on the surface of the sea in a strange position.

"What a waste. Adora leaned on the side of the boat and looked down, hiding her frustration in a nonchalant tone: "I've heard that there are many mages and even priests who are willing to pay a lot of money for a small vial of dragon blood...... Isn't it?"

The woman standing beside her looked down at the water and did not answer, but her body involuntarily tensed like a stretched bow.

"Hold the ship...... Pull it up. Ninetoe's voice came from behind Bertram, "Maybe it still breathes...... Even if it dies, it can't make the world's last dragon become shark food. ”

A fishy-sweet smell wafted through his nose. Bertram closed his eyes, stabilized his rapid heartbeat, and quietly freed his right hand from the rope.

(To be continued.) )