In contrast to the impression given by his tall stature, Nine Toe's voice was very soft, even a little erratic, but it made people have to listen attentively.

"We're not partners, and we don't need to help each other. He whispered to Curran, "I command, you obey—that's all." ”

Curran stood there, the blood in his whole body rushed to the top of his head, and it quickly became cold, his face completely lost his blood color after a moment of redness, and he was quiet for a while before he calmed down, but his voice still trembled slightly involuntarily when he spoke.

"I've never ...... Haven't heard of this. He said.

"Oh. Nine Toes replied nonchalantly: "Now you hear it." ”

"It doesn't make sense!" Curran roared, unable to control the anger that had been churning in his heart like a wave that had been pouring out of his heart, "Nighthawk is mine!

"What word did I just say deny this?" Ninetoe looked at him, not even bothering to hide the disdain in his eyes, "Nighthawk belongs to you, but you have to obey my orders." If the pastor hadn't told you, it wasn't my fault - you could go and ask him for it, and by the way, you could tell him that I wasn't happy with his progress. ”

Curran stiffened, his mind was in disarray, and he could barely comprehend these words for a short time.

Of course, he knew that Black Sail had a connection with Lewe...... But in his mind, how could a servant of God be under pirates?!

"Tell him. Nine Toe's voice was still soft, "War is coming. I needed an army that would not hesitate to obey any order, even if it was to throw all the babies off the walls and smash them to death in front of their fathers - and I didn't see that. ”

“...... Nighthawk will obey orders. Curran blurted out, almost instinctively. Desperate to realize that he had in fact acknowledged the authority of the pirate in front of him...... And easily give in, "but they can't do such a thing, they have their own ......"

"They can't do such a thing, because it's not you who obey them. Nine Toes sneered, "They obey Ferguson." Ferguson is dead, and they obey the shadow of you who belongs to him - they obey you simply because you are the one who has been following Ferguson. If they knew what you did......"

Curran's blood froze in an instant.

“...... I didn't do anything!!" he cried out in panic and panic, "I didn't do anything!"

"yes. Nine Toes smiled lowly. "You didn't do anything, you just watched him die. ”

Anger and contempt fused like ice and fire into a lightning bolt in his eyes...... But it was just a flash, and it was like some kind of illusion.

Then he calmed down. He waved his hand at Curran.

"Get out of my boat. He said, "Take care of your people...... Sooner or later, they're going to die, but I don't want them to be dead before the war goes to war - though that's probably the only way to get them to 'obey orders.'" ”

Curran didn't understand the words...... He didn't even understand why Nine Toes had let him come here. But before the disgust in Ninetoe's eyes, he wisely remained silent. The footsteps turned away in a hurry.

There was silence in the cabin. All the shadows flickered in the flickering candlelight. Nine Toes turned his gaze to the pair of "stunning" dragon horns on the wall, but there was no pride in his eyes.

"Did you hear anything you wanted?"

He suddenly spoke, calmly looking at the man who came out of the corner silently: "...... Or do you want something else?"

Ignoring the twin swords and striking pointed ears on the comer's back, he pointed at the dragon's horns mockingly: "How about this? Even the king of the elves would not be able to refuse such a gift...... He might agree to let you go back to that breathless green forest. ”

The elf watched him in silence, not seeming to be surprised by his omniscience.

"Who told you to kill me?" Ninetoe asked with interest, leaning back lazily in his chair, "I wonder what kind of price a proud sword dancer can't refuse." ”

“...... I think you know. The elf replied in a low voice, taking a few steps forward. Standing straight in front of him: "Draw your weapon." ”

Ninetoe laughed and spread his hands.

"I don't have a weapon. He said. "I thought you could find out. ”

The elf stood motionless, frowning slightly.

“...... All right. Ninetoe sighed and sat up, "If you're so proud that the other party won't do it without a weapon...... It's a nice pastime, but I don't have much time to waste on you. ”

He grabbed a silver candlestick from the table, pulled out the candle inserted in it, and jokingly waved: "This is my weapon." ”

The cold light flashed in front of him, and a sudden gust of wind made the candlelight go out, and all the shadows began to shake wildly...... Nine toes blinked, and finally changed their face slightly.

The candlestick was still in his hand...... But only the part he held in the palm of his hand was left. The severed silver branches clink from the table to the ground, fragile as if they were made of wax.

But the elf's razor-sharp twin swords didn't hurt him in the slightest.

Nine Toes took a breath, threw the "weapon" in his hand at the elf's face, quickly turned over and jumped away from the chair, drew a giant sword from under the cushion by the window, and slashed at the elf's head.

The elf easily dodged the blow and slid sideways, the sword already lightning into his chest, but inexplicably slipped away from the side.

He still didn't hurt him in the slightest, nor did he tear his clothes...... It didn't even touch his body at all.

Nine Toes grabbed the heavy wooden chair in his hand with one hand and smashed it at the elf, sneering: "It turns out that the so-called 'Sword Dancer' is a commodity like you? You really should take a boat back to some holy island or something like that as soon as possible, otherwise sooner or later you will be swallowed by humans and there will not be a single bone left!"

The elf didn't say anything, but the blade that approached again was noticeably faster.

Ninetoe didn't dodge—neither could he, but picked up his greatsword and slashed wildly at the elf, as if determined to fight to the death.

The elf flickered like a shadow attached to his greatsword, barely touching anything, but his sword ping-pong smashed the contents of the cabin into a mess.

But no one came in to see what was going on...... No one will come in, as he commanded.

He felt a burning chill around his neck with relief, and then hot blood splattered out, staining his vision red.

(To be continued.) )