It only took a glance from afar for Rosa to tell that it wasn't Isis who had been put on deck by the pirates.

She stood there calmly, exchanging glances with the elf, and she couldn't tell if she was relieved or a little disappointed - it was good that the guy was able to escape, of course, but for her, it would have been easier if it was really Iss who had been captured, and they could have rescued him and left with him.

At the very least, she didn't have to worry about whether the dragon had drowned somewhere at the bottom of the ocean.

She watched it fall from the sky, and the shock, anger, and worry at that moment were unexpectedly intense...... Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen for Egger's trick so easily.

"He's not Is. ”

The elf spoke bluntly—and apparently almost everyone on deck saw it, and the brief excitement had quickly turned to disappointment.

Perhaps the most disappointed of them all was Adora, but she soon found new pleasure for herself.

"He's not. She chuckled, "This is our old friend Bertram...... He burned one of our boats, and he burned off the little bit of hair that I had grown so hard. ”

"Short hair is better for you, Adora. It's true. Bertram grinned at her, "And I have to say that I just accidentally kicked over a few barrels of wine...... It was your own people who accidentally lit the fire. ”

"He knew where the dragon was. ”

A bald-headed pirate explained to the silent Nine Toes with a slight uneasiness, and when he didn't get a response, he hastened to add, "And...... It is said that he is the eldest son of a noble family here, and we can exchange him for a large ransom. ”

Bertram...... The eldest son of a noble family...... Bertram of the Greans?

Rosa raised an eyebrow. Secretly smiled bitterly. She wanted to pretend she didn't know about it...... But the elves would definitely want to get this guy out with them.

He probably knew that he wouldn't say it so easily. Nine Toes said lightly, "As for the ransom...... I doubt we're going to get gold. Or the Iron Rider of the Grean family. ”

He smiled sarcastically at a surprised Bertram, "I know my enemies. ”

Curran said their mage could help. The bald pirate hooked his fingers, but the middle-aged man with a gloomy face and a robe behind Bertram just glanced at him in disgust, and didn't move, probably not willingly to "help".

"I don't believe in mages. Nine Toes didn't look at the master, "I said, I know my enemy...... So, Bertram. You have the news I want, and you know I can afford to pay the price you want—the offer. You want your ship......" He raised his chin to a boat half the size of a black galleon next to him, "or your man?"

"My people. Bertram sneered. He replied without hesitation, "I know you too, Ninetoe, you took the Unicorn and repaired it." Obviously it works. Definitely won't really give it back to us. But my people ...... I don't think you're short of that manpower. ”

Nine Toe nodded calmly: "Yes...... Not many survived anyway. ”

Bertram's face turned white unconsciously.

"What about Canafin?" he asked, as if he didn't want an answer.

"Dead. "He was so badly injured that I didn't even have a chance to ask him if he wanted to ......."

“...... Enough!" Bertram snapped.

Nine Toes' eyes were indifferent, and he was not provoked, and when he spoke again, his tone did not change in the slightest: "So...... Do we make a deal?"

“...... Deal. Bertram replied through gritted teeth.

“...... So little?"

Bertram murmured, his gaze sweeping over each familiar face. I don't care what they show on their faces, they are surprised, delighted. Guilty...... Or anger and apathy.

"Maybe you should be proud. Nine Toes stood behind him, his erratic voice inexplicably irritating Bertram: "Many would rather die in battle, or jump into the sea—a foolish fool that seems to me to be a foolishness, but still a foolish one worthy of respect." ”

Bertram closed her lips tightly, lest she would scream uncontrollably as soon as she spoke.

He would rather they were alive. Even if you temporarily succumb to the sword and intimidation, there is hope for "living".

These people are ordinary sailors, and they should also know how to give in...... His real fear was that the so-called "adventures" he had led the Unicorn over the past two years had injected too much senseless bravery into the hearts of the crew - not only did he fail to protect them, but instead made them choose to die when they could have lived.

It was his pride that angered Black Sail, and it was his ostentatious display that made Black Sail set his sights on the unicorn, which was as fast as the wind...... It was he who caused this disaster.

The guilt weighed on his heart like a boulder, so much so that he didn't even hear what Nine Toes was saying, until he calmly repeated again: "The ship is ready...... Is there anything else you would like to tell them?"

"To the north. Bertram froze, and spoke to the Iron Tooth Boleyn, the first mate of the Unicorn, not daring to look directly into his lost left eye: "Go north along the coast until you see a white sandy beach, go ashore, and stay under the rock that protrudes like a hill...... Someone will come looking for you. ”

“...... Is Captain Grufeld still alive?" Boleyn hesitated for a moment before asking, "Will he be there?"

"He's alive. Bertram replied vaguely, "Don't worry...... You'll see him. ”

Boleyn nodded, commanded the crew members who had survived the dead, climbed down the gangway one by one, and gave Bertram a nondescript salute as they finally left.

"The original gods bless you, my lord. He whispered.

The small wooden boat, carrying less than ten people, slowly rowed out of the bay. After they had completely disappeared from view, Nine Toes just stood quietly, squinting at the glittering sea, seemingly in no hurry to know the news of the dragon.

But Adora finally couldn't help but poke him, urging, "Hey, it's your turn - where the hell is that dragon?"

Bertram did not answer. He didn't expect him to answer, this so-called deal was just a front, and Ninetoe Walker would only find the answer he wanted in his own way, and always find ...... But this time, he might be disappointed.

- At least, that's what Bertram thought before the exclamation, and a huge silvery-white shadow on the distant sea, made a wave soaring into the sky.

(To be continued.) )