The cell's heavy wooden door looked new and sturdy, and Terry's magical little potion was only the bottle that had just been smashed. Bertram reflected on his waste for a moment, and slammed into the arrows that began to fly towards him, only to knock over the guards of the cell who were eager to open the door to meet the enemy.

- Good luck.

A knife slashed the other's neck dryly, and as he jumped up, Bertram thought happily.

The next moment the thought was shattered by the falling iron bars behind him—he was locked inside.

Bertram snorted, not having time to think about how to leave. The arrows that have been shot in front of you are either poisonous or ghostly. The corridor was too narrow to his disadvantage for the tall northerner, and he had no choice but to fall to his knees, roll over, his eyes racing over the three cells that had been divided into three cells by the side of the corridor.

The two rooms were empty, and in the middle of the room sat a man dressed in a burlap robe, his head bowed and not lifted by the movement outside the cell, and the exposed skin was unbruised, not fair, but not rough, and the well-manicured nails showed signs of careful care.

"Lord Singal?" Bertram shouted, his footsteps did not stop, he waved his long sword in front of him, and rushed through the short aisle in a few steps, and the long sword in his right hand slashed downward, shattering the wooden shield that the enemy had just raised, and cutting straight into the opponent's left shoulder.

He is a descendant of Grayman the Hammer. His strength may not be as strong as that of his legendary ancestor, but he is also quite impressive.

The screams of the sword being cut off with the tip of the sword still echoed in the small room, but the other enemy did not even raise an eyebrow, and with great calmness he unstabbed the short knife in his left hand, and smashed the wooden stick wrapped around the spikes into his instep.

Bertram threw away his sword and jumped back, paying a little more respect to this foe, who was not even as tall as his chest, and who was not as dark and thin as he looked.

He raised his sword in salute, a slight smile on his lips, but his mood was not as relaxed as it seemed - not because of the somewhat difficult enemy in front of him, but because of the man who remained motionless in the cell.

He's a knight trained as the heir to a family, and he's not even a pirate. When he slashed down the thin but fierce little man and stood in front of the bar, the man in the chair in the cell still hung his head quietly, oblivious to everything around him.

Yes, the chairs, this little cell was cleaner than most pirates could have, and even had a few nice pieces of furniture. Bertram sighed as he looked at the man's slightly curly black hair like Ed, and his slightly chubby figure that hadn't yet gone out of shape.

He wasn't expecting to find a lively and energetic River, but that seemed a little bad.

He pulled out a delicate compass from his fanny pack. He glanced at it when he first entered the realm of the Gate of the Storm, when the hands of the compass turned like windmills in a gale, crazy and cheerful, but now they were quiet, and honestly pointed the way.

At least...... Ed seems to have succeeded in closing that hell rift.

He pulled out a small, beautiful crystal stone with runes engraved on it, and smashed it with all his might, as Terry had said.

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Ed came quickly, as quickly as he had come out of a crystal stone. Gischel, who had been brought by his arm, gently broke free of him and looked around warily.

There wasn't much disgust on her face, much to Bertram's slight surprise - the half-elf girl hated the touch of strangers.

Before he could say anything, Ed recognized his father at a glance.

“...... Father!" he cried. There is no lock on the closed bar, presumably with another switch. Ed didn't bother to look for it at all, he waved his hand and scratched the iron bar without thinking, and the hard metal instantly rusted into ash and fell to the ground in a slump.

Bertram wasn't a dirt bun who hadn't seen magic, and his eyes couldn't help but widen in surprise.

But that didn't affect his judgment. He reached out and dragged Ed back before he fell into the trap that suddenly cracked on the floor. At the same moment, Gichel jumped up, propped himself up on the back of River's chair with one hand, and turned it upside down, and the short knife with his right hand easily swept away the iron arrows that popped out of the stone wall, and when he landed, he pulled River's heavy body up and threw it at Ed.

River didn't resist, and there wasn't a hint of expression on his face. His eyes were open, his body was still warm, but other than that, he looked almost dead.

Ed hugged his father, his face turned pale, and he was so flustered that he couldn't speak for a while.

“...... He may have just been scared. Bertram reassured him, "Nine-toe is quite scary. ”

Ed smiled - he'd seen the same thing...... The truth may be worse.

"Is there a necromancer in the Black Sails?" he asked softly.

Bertram frowned: "...... I haven't heard of this. We haven't faced the undead either. ”

To be honest, the undead are of little use at sea - if they fall into the sea, will they still be able to swim?

Ed looked at the fallen pirate, and Bertram regretted that he hadn't left a single one alive. But he suspected that even if they stayed, they would not be able to squeeze out any secrets. He had seen every pair of eyes, and he could see the darkness and madness in them, these were the most devout worshippers of Nine Toes, and they wouldn't reveal anything.

There was a roar of rage outside the door, a voice tinged with pain—it was the voice of Buzz, who had been stopped outside the iron door.

"Get out of here first. Gichel began.

No one objected.

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With a spellcaster in the name of the Sage, a somewhat incredibly powerful, leaving this place where there is no defense against magic becomes a breeze.

Bertram found all his companions and was completely relieved.

“...... This is an opportunity. Buzz whispered in his ear before jumping into the water.

Bertram understood what he meant. With Ed here, they could pretty much destroy this place...... Even without Ed's help, give them a little more time, and a fire can burn this place to pieces.

But he looked at the corners of Ed's tense lips and didn't ask for more.

They probably didn't succeed in rescuing River...... It's not wise to provoke Nine Toes at such a time.

He glanced back, and the Hill of Hopelessness was brightly lit, and the drunken giggles and clamor turned into angry or excited roars. He felt an irresistible temptation in the face of the swarming enemies, but in the end he just shook his head.

"There will be a chance. He said.

Buzz looked at him, dark flames dancing in his black eyes. What made him give up on desperate revenge at this point was Ed's overly calm voice:

"I swear...... They will pay the price one day. ”

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