Nine Toes was silent for a moment and clapped his hands gently.

"That's a good point. "It's a waste to keep you in the kitchen...... After all, no fish can understand what you're saying. ”

"He's a great storyteller, all sorts of stories. Adora giggled. She was the only one who dared to interject when everyone was quiet," he said, adding that when he was still a cook in the taverns of Neo, he used to sneak up to the counter and listen to the bards tell stories. ”

"Maybe it's too much. Nine Toes tugged at the corners of his mouth and squatted down in front of the old man, "But at least one thing you said is right, Roger...... 'Freedom' is a good thing, and everyone wants to be able to do whatever they want." But I would rather be above the law, the king, and the nobility, than be chased by them - I don't want to be a shark, I want to have the whole ocean, or more...... If you can't understand it, that's okay, after all...... You're really of little use to me. ”

He stood up and tilted his head at the pirate behind the old man.

The blood-stained axe fell on the back of the old man's neck with a whistling wind, but it stopped in mid-air before it could touch his skin—the sharp blade lay under the wrist of the bearer, and a little lower, it would not have been Roger's neck that would have broken first.

The stopped executioner roared angrily at the elf, but Ninetoe chuckled lowly.

"Why, am I mistaken?" he said, "I thought you were trying to save that charming lady over there...... Is it actually this toothless drunkard cook?"

Sesyana silently withdrew his sword and glanced at Rosa unconsciously. I didn't know how to answer for a while.

It was pure instinct - he didn't have any affection for any pirate on either side, but he couldn't watch an old man who had no ability to resist being killed in front of him.

"He's really too old to be useful. Rosa said softly, "He can't do you any more harm...... You can keep him alive to see your success. It can also make him die like a hero. The latter may be exactly what he wants...... I guess. ”

The old pirate, who had come to his senses, spat at her angrily.

"Shut your mouth, stinky. Mother. "They!" he hissed, "there is no woman on the black sails to speak!"

Adora smiled and flashed her cutlass and whispered in Rosa's ear, "I could kill him...... Can I?"

"Of course. Rosa replied calmly, "It is a mercy to kill the loveless and dying people." ”

Adora frowned and lowered her scimitar with a bored expression.

"I don't like to be called 'Merciful Adora' or anything like that. She said.

By the time they spoke, the battle was completely over. More pirates have been escorted to Nine Toes, and many more have died in the dark...... Ninetoe's eyes looked at every face with fear or unwillingness, and waved lazily with his hand.

"Lock it up first. He said. "There is no need to rush to deal with household chores in front of guests...... That's rude. ”

Soon, the cabin was quiet again. The faint smell of blood seeped into the original rancid stench, which was suffocating.

Ninetoe sat on the wooden ladder, and the only one left behind was Adora to accompany him.

The female pirate stood beside her leader. Unscrupulously reached out and curled his hair around his fingers. That overly intimate gesture was a testament to their relationship.

"You've got what you wanted, Elf. "Now, what can you give me?"

“...... First of all, you need a dragon. Sethyana replied, "Alive." ”

Nine Toes looked at him for a long time, and the smile on his lips didn't enter his cold eyes at all.

"Of course. He said, "One dragon...... Just as I thought. And I'm such a lucky guy. They say it's the last dragon in the world, and it's crashing into the sea right in my sight...... Should I pray it's alive?"

"There's no need for that. The elf stared at him calmly. It didn't seem to understand that it was a sarcasm, "You know it very well...... He's alive. ”。

"Who the hell are you?"

Curran stared gloomily at the man in front of him.

The man shrugged: "Your subordinates seem to believe that I am a dragon. ”

"But you're not. Curran glanced angrily at the soldiers behind him - sometimes they were incredibly stupid: "That dragon was a young man with blond hair and blue eyes when it became human...... As proud as he is, it is obviously impossible for him to disguise his identity by becoming another person in order to escape for his life. ”

The man smiled and tilted his head behind him: "Look, I told you a long time ago, I'm really not a dragon." ”

"Even so, you expect me to believe that you are Bertram Gray...... The eldest son of the Graystone Fort Greans?" Curran sneered. He hated the way this man was careless and untouchable.

The man looked down at his crumpled dirty shirt, "Doesn't it look like it......?" If you can give me a piece of armor, a hammer, and a shaved face, I'm sure I'll look like the portrait of Grayman the Hammer hanging in the halls of Limestone Castle - if you've ever seen that. ”

“...... I think I have a better way. Curran replied dryly, nodding to the knight who had just pushed the door in.

"Sorry to disturb your rest again. He said, "But this man claims ......"

“...... Bertram?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Behring's eyes had widened and he cried out in disbelief.

Curran closed his mouth with a grim face - what the hell had he seen that night? he could now be sure that he was really cursed.

“...... Belling?!" Bertram's voice was as loud as a roar, "Why the are you here? aren't you missing?!"

He glanced disdainfully at the people around him: "Don't tell me that these people kidnapped you...... You don't look like some kidnapped prisoner either...... When did you degenerate into mixing with pirates?"

“...... It's none of your business. Behring, who was not good at words, stiffly held back this sentence.

"It's none of my business?!" Bertram repeated through gritted teeth. If it weren't for the fact that his hands were tied behind his back, he would have probably punched Behring in the face, "How can you leave Limestone Fort like this, leave your mother's ......"

“...... You're the one who left first!" Behring's anger finally erupted.

He took a step forward, clenched his fists, and yelled at the face of his brother, whom he hadn't seen for more than ten years: "You are the only one in this world, and you have no right to accuse me like this...... You probably didn't know your father was dead, did you?!". (To be continued.) )