"I ...... Know. ”

After a moment of silence, Bertram hastily looked to the side, but his tone remained tough: "Don't mix things up...... You know why I left!"

"I know, but that doesn't mean you can be so justified as if you didn't do anything wrong!" Behring growled, "Admit it, Bertram, you left only for your own sake...... I accept this, but that doesn't mean it's forgivable - and you have a choice for any of us?! You just left a letter and left so irresponsibly that you never came back...... Do you know what Mother endured for this?!"

“...... Enough is enough!" Bertram yelled in embarrassment, "stop bringing father and mother in, we're talking about you now......!" And I'm your brother!Do you remember that?!"

"If you're acting more like a brother, I'd love to show a little more respect. Behring glared at him, "But I'm sorry, 'brother'...... You've been gone for so long that I barely recognize you. ”

- Apparently you recognized it at first sight, even though this guy is more of a pirate than a nobleman now.

Curran thought silently in his heart, listening expressionlessly to the stupid dispute between the two brothers who had been reunited for a long time, and there was a faint trace of despair in his heart. He called Belin just to impulsively slap this guy who was "pretending to be the Grean family...... Now, that slap had hit him hard in the face.

Can this night get any worse?

Before Bertram could strike back in a more forceful way, another argument came from outside the door. The half-hidden door was pushed open, and Frost swaggered in, looking left and right.

"Sorry...... Did I interrupt something?" he grinned gloatingly. He raised his chin to Curran, "I heard you caught that dragon...... Where is he?"

Curran resisted his anger and motioned for the guards to retreat back out the door, his gaze involuntarily turning to Bertram.

Frost pointed at Bertram and laughed, "He, our old friend Bertram is a dragon? Oh, Nine Toes would love to hear this story." ”

"It was the Reverend's orientation that brought us to where he was hiding. Curran grimaced, "I know he's not a dragon...... But he knew for sure where the dragon was. ”

"Well, he'll have to come with me. Freightt nodded, and the two pirates behind him deliberately ran away from the guards on one side. Towards Bertram.

Behring turned to stop in front of Bertram and grasped the hilt of his sword without a sound.

“...... Do you need a nine-toed warrant or something?" Frost sneered and spread his hand to Curran, "After all, you've always liked to think of yourself as a regular army...... I'm kind enough to help you ask. But Nine Toes probably wants to give you something else...... To be honest, I didn't really want to make it particularly ugly. ”

Curran felt that the scene before him could not have been more ugly - all his men were watching him, not the pirates. They remained silent, as usual...... and patience, but anger and disappointment in their eyes. He doesn't have to look to feel it...... And he was pretty sure that Nine Toes did it on purpose. If he wants that dragon. It was entirely possible to tell him when they met, so that he could arrange it secretly, instead of being caught off guard and embarrassed like this—of course he couldn't refuse, but if he just handed over Bertram like that, he would lose Nighthawk's respect completely...... If he ever had that.

“...... If we get the news of that dragon, Nine Toes will know about it. He barely managed to squeeze out a sentence, and shuddered with anger and fear. "Our mage can easily pull everything he knows out of his mouth. ”

What was he supposed to do when he caught Bertram...... Why did he have to do more?

"Your mage can perform his tricks in front of the Nine Toes. Frost didn't budge—he probably even took pleasure in it," and I have to tell you. This guy is a hard bone, and you can't necessarily bite it...... I'm here to help you, Curran, after all, we're still in this together. ”

Curran kept his mouth shut.

"Take him away. Frost sneered and waved his hand.

Nighthawk's soldier stood statuetically in place, not stopping ...... But Behring didn't move to keep Bertram behind him, and drew his sword in silence.

“...... Behring. Bertram spoke suddenly, his voice unusually calm.

He walked over and gently bumped the young knight with his shoulder.

"It's okay, I can fix this. He said, "...... We'll talk about your disappearance later. ”

Behring glared at him for a moment, but obediently withdrew his sword, watched Bertram shrug his shoulders, and walked nonchalantly towards Frost......

Isis sank to the bottom of the sea again.

The cold and dark deep sea gave him a sense of quiet and peace. With his eyes closed, he was even a little drowsy with comfort...... A good night's sleep would be good for him, but now is not the time to sleep.

He relaxed and listened carefully, and after some time, he finally heard the lonely song again, faintly coming from the deeper bottom of the sea.

He listened to the simple, ancient melody, and then responded with a voice that was inaudible to humans.

A moment later, a strong undercurrent rushed over him, causing his tiny body to float uncontrollably like a jellyfish, but he only opened his eyes wide in excitement as he watched a huge black shadow rise from the bottom of the sea.

A megalodon...... He didn't expect this creature to really live in this sea.

Although it was called a "dragon", Megalodon was just a large animal that could only live in the sea and resemble more like a fish. They have vestigial limbs and even wings that are too small to be of any use, but they don't have the intelligence of a dragon or the magic of a dragon...... They existed before the dragons were born, and there is a suspicion that they may well be the ancestors of the dragons...... But no dragon will admit this.

They have to admit that this creature is very close to dragons, and after training, it can even understand and speak some simple dragon language. Some dragons that nest on coasts or islands keep megalodons as pets, just like humans keep dogs......

As his body was pressed against the tip of his massive nose and quickly paddled through the water, Iss couldn't help but laugh silently - this thing really looked like a dog.

And he was really happy to hear that familiar language...... Even if it's just a simple repetition after another:

"Fierce Eye, Fierce Eye...... Master. ”。 (To be continued.) )