Looking at it from afar, the white beast was churning in the blue waters, and in the dazzling sunlight, no one could see which part of its body was shining among the waves.

But its violent movements were irregular, even a little panicked, and the faint roar was tinged with anger and panic, making it seem as if it was fighting some monster in the water...... And appear more and more powerless.

“...... Shall we not catch it?"

Adora asked expectantly.

Nine Toes was silent, looking back at his "guests". Bertram frowned, a little dazed in surprise, and Rosa and the elf remained calm, but there was a little confusion on their faces—whatever their respective intentions, what was happening before them was unexpected.

"Of course we're going to catch it. He replied softly to Adora. Beside him, Frost had already understood and shouted loudly: "Ready, everyone...... Let's go grab that big guy and stick his head in our bow!"

"To live. In the pirates' roaring response, Nine Toe added lightly.

“...... Catch it alive!" Frost yelled in a louder voice, a little embarrassed, without bothering to explain how they were going to stick the head of a living dragon in the bow of the ship—but no one cared anyway.

The deck was bustling with activity. The sailors came out of the unknown corner, preparing for the voyage. Amid the orders and curses to each other, everything seemed chaotic but well organized.

"Do you need me to get the guys on the shore to move?" asked Frost, grinning. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of calling the shots. Even if the other party is not really afraid of him.

"Oh, how can they help?" said Adora pouting disdainfully, "when we drag that dragon back." They probably haven't even been able to get into their little wooden boat yet!"

Nine Toes smiled.

"Why not?" he said, "if we're going to catch a dragon, we're going to have to give it some bait." ”

"Iron-clad bait?" said Adora, chuckling, "I doubt it can digest it." ”

But Frost already knew the orders he was supposed to obey. As he was about to leave, Nine Toes suddenly stopped him, and there was silence for a moment, but he still shook his head.

"Don't go too far. He said. "Rabbits bite when they're in a hurry. ”

Once again, his gaze swept over the three men who did not belong to the ship—Sethyana narrowed his eyes at the distant sea, Bertram looked at the elves quietly, and Rosa stood alone in a further corner. watched with interest the sailors running around, even if they spat in disgust in front of her...... She seemed to be far more interested in how to operate the big ship than the dragon.

Nine Toes doesn't underestimate her. Each of these three guys is far more difficult to deal with than Curron Sarandon's shit. He had wanted Frost to take Rosa back to the Siren and leave it in Egger's care, so that at least the elf would have some concerns......

But he still prefers to treat all his enemies. It's all in a place where he can see it.

Curran, who had just climbed into bed and was called up, stood on the shore exhausted. Blinded by the rising sun, his mind was filled with all sorts of vulgar and vicious curses that he thought he had forgotten, but he did not dare to utter a word.

He still had to barely maintain his image...... Even though he could feel that everything was falling apart.

As he watched Frost triumphantly approach, he almost wanted to draw his sword and slash at it...... But if he had been so desperate, things probably wouldn't have turned out the way they are.

"Did the wind bring the command of the Nine Toes to your ears?" the bald pirate asked with a grin, "You've made your men move their butts! Do you remember to tell them that Nine Toes wants to live, but even if you forget, it probably doesn't matter...... They were lucky to be able to touch its scales floating on the surface of the sea. ”

Curran glanced at him gloomily and said nothing. Their feud will only attract more attention. After all the "surprises" of last night, that was what he wanted to avoid.

The light boat carrying the Nighthawk's soldiers rowed towards the dragon that had reappeared. The other side. The two pirate ships slowly sailing out of the harbor were raising their black sails—why didn't they burn in such a hot sun? It was definitely more pleasing to him than a dragon fluttering on the surface of the sea.

The Black Galleons were known for their speediness, and by the time they reached the waters, the Nighthawk's boat had probably rowed less than half the distance...... But Curran had the mage Quigvar, his only trusted ally, follow Frost aboard the Dragonbone, not so that he could cast a spell to force Bertram to spit out news about the dragon—he knew that Nine Toes never trusted any mage.

There was still some hope, but he didn't intend to give up on the dragon, and judging from the priest's ambiguous answer, what Nine Toes said was not entirely an immutable fact...... He threw the real leader who could become a Nighthawk, or even a gang of pirates.

It's not that he doesn't know that he's just a pawn that can be discarded at any moment...... But who isn't? He still has a chance to turn the tables around before the game is over.

"Aren't you going to have fun?" asked Frost, a contemptuous smile on his face, "Isn't 'Dragon Slayer' a favorite of knights like you?"

The day he becomes the leader, he'll let this guy peel off his face and eat it in his stomach - Curran suppressed the anger in his heart with the bloody image and smiled indifferently: "I don't have that meaningless hobby." ”

But Frost's sarcasm reminds him that there is indeed a real "knight lord" here...... He still needs Belin Grean, and his compromise last night probably won't make a good impression on that serious guy.

He'll have to let him know about his painstaking efforts—Curran thought, turning and walking toward Behring's room after seeing Frost and his men jump into a small boat as well.

It shouldn't be hard to fool that simple-minded knight...... He still has this confidence.

At Behring's request, there were no guards outside his door. The curtains were still drawn, and the room seemed to be very quiet—the noble son of Grein was probably still sleeping with his head covered.

Curran hesitated for a moment, then carefully poked at the unlockable wooden door.

The wooden door opened at the right of hand - no, it was actually opened. Behring Grion's tall body was tightly blocked in the doorway, still neatly clad in armor.

"Please come in. The knight politely invited, but Curran hesitated.

He felt that something was wrong.

"Please come in. The knight invited again, and his tone and expression could not be refused.

Curran smiled and accepted the invitation.

He knew where his uneasiness was coming from as the wooden door slammed shut behind him—it wasn't just Behring and the demented blonde prince in the room.

(To be continued.) )