Galen held the black knife in his hand, and his expression was still a little dazed.

The black knife Qiushui is one of the twenty-one craftsmen of the Great Quick Knife, and it is a famous divine weapon among swordsmen.

After Qiushui appeared in Reilly's hand, this knife was even more labeled as the "Hades Sabre" by the Ghost Spider and other navies.

Now Reilly gave it to Galen, still in the name of "loot"...

Galen could already imagine how much of a ripple the black knife would cause when it appeared in his hand.

But Reilly didn't hesitate at all, just set his eyes on Moonlight Moria who was sitting on the deck.

When he had just cast his overlord domineering power, he deliberately avoided this direction.

Therefore, in the entire ship, only Moonlight Moria and Perona, who were cowering beside Moria, were not affected by the overlord color domineering, and were still conscious.

However, Moonlight Moriah not only did not feel relieved by this, but fell into deep despair.

He knew why he was still awake - because Reilly didn't have to be domineering with a dead man.

Reilly walked slowly in front of Moria with a solemn expression.

"Moonlight Moria!"

Reilly shouted the name word by word, and there was a compelling momentum in each word.

This murderous aura made Moria, who was already barely breathing, tremble even more subconsciously.

"I didn't kill you before, just to give you a chance to change,"

"I didn't expect you to not only find your faith, but instead intensify the tragedy after escaping."

Ray stared at Moria with a sharp gaze:

"It seems that some people do deserve to die."

Moria was silent.

Moments later, Moria struggled to move her bruised body and fell to her knees in front of Reilly.

"You want to beg for mercy?"

Reilly looked at Moria who was prostrate in front of him, frowned, and said, "It's too late. ”

"I understand."

There was no trace of anger on Moria's face, only an indescribable relief:

"I've done so many wrong things, and I don't complain about being killed by you."

"But..."

Moria used her huge palm to push Perona, who was hiding behind her, out and pushed it all the way to Reilly:

"I hope you will spare the lives of my companions."

"Lord Moria!"

Despite trembling with fear, Perona couldn't help but heartbroken to call Moria's name.

Perona has a lot of affection for Moria, the boss who almost raised her single-handedly, not like von Cree's loyalty as a subordinate, but more like family affection.

Moria didn't say much, just pushed Perona a few more steps in front of Reilly.

Looking at this scene, the sharpness in Reilly's eyes couldn't help but soften a little.

He sighed lightly and said to Moria:

"Your request, I agreed."

"I'll protect this girl."

"Thank you!"

Moria bowed heavily to Reilly and said, "I can die." ”

Reilly didn't say much, but just turned his hand into a knife and pointed at Moonlight Moria, who was being killed.

"Wait!"

Galen, however, stepped forward with a righteous face, and said in righteous words:

"Why bother the predecessors of Hades with this kind of thing? Leave it to me! ”

"Huh?"

Reilly looked at Galen with some puzzlement:

"Isn't it the same who kills them?"

Galen had no choice but to continue to put on the face of a decent person, and put on a look of emotion:

"I just saw too many tragic things when I was freeing the prisoners of Moria."

"I swore to that blood-soaked sight..."

"You must kill Moonlight Moria with your own hands and avenge the innocents who died!"

Galen had indeed been so touched by that tragic scene that he almost lost his mind, and was so angry that he didn't even pay attention to the cute girl he had always liked.

Therefore, he is sincere when he talks about it now.

These heartfelt words worked very well, and Reilly couldn't help but feel it:

"It's fine."

"In that case, I'll leave this moonlight Moriah to you to solve!"

"Okay."

Galen was ready to raise his sword and cut off Moria's head.

Moria remained prostrate on the ground, placing her great head under Galen's sword without reservation.

"Lord Moria!"

Before the blade touched Moria's neck, Perona's mournful voice rang out again.

Reilly couldn't help but look at Perona:

With tears flashing in her eyes and tears on her cheeks, her thin and petite body made her stand up straight and barely reach her waist and abdomen, and her extremely rare flat body was even more noble and transcendent.

It's still a child!

"Ugh..."

Reilly took Perona by his side with some distress, and said to Galen:

"It's better to wait until I leave with this girl, and then you can do it!"

"Okay."

Galen was not in a hurry, but just put away his sword and stood silently aside.

But the blade of his sword never left Moria's neck, and he remained in the posture of an executioner at all times.

Perona looked at Galen with tears in her eyes, her silver teeth clenched but she didn't dare to speak out to Galen, the murderous god.

In front of this 'child', Reilly unconsciously put on a kind expression of a retired old man, and comforted him in a good voice:

"You don't need to hate him."

"Moria's actions are wrong and deserve such punishment."

As if feeling Reilly's care, Perona suddenly felt a sense of security in her heart, and finally blurted out the words that she had endured for a long time:

"This guy is a murderer!"

"He even wanted to kill me before!"

"What?"

Reilly frowned, and couldn't help but say to Galen:

"Aren't you too murderous? Do you really want to keep one of them? ”

"This..."

"It's true that I'm overly emotional."

Galen shook his head helplessly, and just sighed:

"But..."

"If you go down to the cabin and take a look now, you might want to kill as much as I do."

“......”

Reilly was silent for a moment, but sighed with some emotion: "Maybe..."

He gently patted Perona on the shoulder beside him: "But she's just a child!" ”

"I..."

Miss Perona, who is 21 years old this year and almost five years older than Nami, couldn't help but want to refute again.

But after realizing her situation, Perona hugged the thigh of the Hades King Rayleigh with a smile on her face and cried:

"I'm still a kid..."

Galen looked helpless and covered his face.

"Alright..."

Reilly gently comforted Perona: "You will stay with me from now on!" ”

"Yes!"

Perona cried even louder, unconsciously hugging Reilly's thighs a little tighter.

Reilly lifted Perona, who was crying with rain, and turned to Galen and said:

"In that case, then I'll take my leave."

"Okay."

Galen nodded in acknowledgement, and the great sword in his hand, which had been stuck around Moria's neck, quietly moved a little closer to the skull.

Reilly picked up the unconscious Cavendish in one hand and Perona, the "battered underage runaway girl" in the other, turned around and wanted to leave.

But as soon as Reilly lifted his leg, he suddenly stopped.

"Galen."

Reilly asked with a solemn expression:

"Did you see a child when you were rescuing the prisoners?"

"Kid?"

Galen glanced at Reilly's leg pendant, the only "child" he had ever met on the ship was Miss Perona.

"Nope."

Galen shook his head.

Reilly's expression suddenly became serious, and he shouted directly to Moria, who had been waiting for death for several minutes:

"Moria!"

"What did you do to that kid?"

"What child?"

Moria looked up in confusion:

"I haven't caught a child, have I?"

Seeing that Reilly seemed to be a little unconvinced, Moria had no choice but to continue to explain stubbornly:

"Children are thin, and they can't make zombies if they are caught..."

Reilly frowned tightly, and just said:

"He's about ten years old, he's a boy, and his name is supposed to be Faruru."

"Faruru?"

Perona exclaimed.

"Do you know where he is?"

Reilly asked earnestly.

Reilly promised Cavendish that he would help him get his cherished "brother" back, and he would have to give him an explanation.

"Know... It should be hiding in the boat..."

Perona replied with a strange look:

"Untie my Hailou stone handcuffs, I can find it."

The general trend has been achieved, and Galen is not worried about Perona making any more small moves, so he took action to untie the shackles on Perona's hands.

With a flick of her aching wrist, Perona summoned a dozen translucent floating ghosts, ordering them to scatter into the ship.

A moment later...

A white horse ran out of the cabin with a frightened face.