Arya and Monroe escaped to the roof of the town hall, and the two of them, old and young, made their way to a row of guardrails at the edge of the rooftop, where they were drenched in the rain that fell from the sky.

"Your Excellency, you're not hurt, are you?" The elven girl raised her hand to puff away the two strands of hair that were blocking her eyes, and then looked back at the old city lord who was following her with concern.

"It's okay, I don't care." Monroe held his spear and gasped, "What about you, Arya?" ”

"I'm fine, too." The elf girl smiled.

Of course, although she said that it was okay, Arya knew in her heart that she and the city lord beside her had actually been cornered by the pirates.

Tonight's weather is a relatively rare moonlight rain, the dark clouds that have pulled down the rain curtain for the surrounding area have not completely covered the moon, and the silver moonlight and raindrops fall from the sky together, turning into the "light" on the canopy, which will slightly illuminate the port town of Blue Harbor, which is in turmoil and chaos.

Arya took advantage of the moonlight and the direction of the lookout harbor area given to her by the elven race, and sure enough, she saw several large ships with skull logos painted on their sails.

Presumably, Redbeard Jackson himself may be on one of those pirate ship warships right now, right? - she thought to herself.

Arya gritted her teeth at the thought of the cruel and ruthless pirate captain that had done so much tonight that she wished that the ballista she had carried on her back would be turned into a siege ballista and sink all the pirate ships that had been exposed to her vision from afar.

"Stinky, there are still old immortals, I see where you are running this time!"

Suddenly, just as Arya and Monroe were relieved that they had temporarily escaped the pirate's pursuit, a very unpleasant voice came from the direction of the stairs.

The elven girl and the old lord instinctively shifted their gaze there, and then saw a group of pirates follow the stairs they had walked before to the rooftop, and a hunchbacked man in a cloak and robe appeared from among the pirates.

Mogordo held the wooden staff that was his spell casting tool in his right hand, and removed his hood in his left hand, revealing his ugly face full of pus and scars, his tongue sticking out and licking his lips as if sensing something that excited him.

"Give up, surrender, or struggle to be completely defeated! There is no way back for you. Mogordo stood beside a dozen pirates, raised his chin and glared at the elven girl and the old city lord in his eyes, and said arrogantly and provocatively with a vicious tone on his lips.

He was a pirate wizard, one of the few spellcasters under Redbeard Jackson, and hated being looked at condescendingly because of his hunchback. Thanks to this mental illness, he always likes to raise his chin in order to give himself the illusion of superiority over others.

Arya warily grasped the scimitar and crossbow in both hands, her emerald green eyes watching Mogordo warily, and quickly noticed the pirate wizard's outfit.

"Damn spellcaster......" she frowned, almost certain that the other party had lifted the wall of fire she had left in the corridor on the second floor.

For a moment, the witcher elven girl's mind suddenly thought of the corpse witch in the depths of Melore's pit that had nearly killed her.

As if she had a vendetta against the caster, Arya suddenly noticed that she had been suffering from enemies who wielded magical powers for the past few days.

"It's so damn......"

Reluctantly, she cursed the disgusting-looking hunchbacked wizard in her heart, and then stepped forward with her scimitar and crossbow in hand, blocking Monroe behind her.

"Big deal, I'm fighting with you...... Even if I have to die here, I will exchange this life for a few of you! Arya glared viciously at the pirates who had confronted her and Monroe, ready for the worst.

The pirates sneered at her and the old city lord, and when Mogordo raised his hand and gestured at them, these bandits from Misty Isle approached the elven girl and the old city lord little by little with the scimitars in their hands.

At this moment, a series of unexpected sounds suddenly faintly reached the ears of everyone present from the rain curtain.

Arya, Monroe, Mogordo, and a dozen pirate minions froze for a moment.

With her sense of direction for the sounds, Arya could determine that the string of sounds was coming from a street not far from the town hall.

The string of sounds is a combination of several successive stampede effects, and it sounds ...... It seems to be the sound of horses' hooves?!

Wait, there's a cavalry squad in this rainy night town?

Is it the pirate reinforcements coming?

Arya immediately became worried.

"No, there are no seats for cavalry in the pirate army." She immediately thought again.

So, where did that cavalry team come from? To whom do they belong?

Could it be ......?

"Your Excellency?" The elf girl cast a look of anticipation on the old city lord beside her.

However, Monroe also looked at her sideways, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes that was almost like hers, obviously unaware.

Arya was stunned, then quickly turned her head to look in the direction of the voice coming from downstairs at the town hall.

Then, more practical than ordinary vision, she saw in the distance a cavalry team gradually emerging from the rain in the distance, and was rapidly approaching the direction of the town hall on her side.

The leader of the cavalry was a young man at the front of the line, dressed in chain mail, grasping a great sword in his right hand, and using the reins to steer a black horse under his seat as he galloped through the night in the heavy rain.

The image of the young man coincided with someone in her memory in that moment, just for a moment, and her instincts told her that she was not wrong.

"Finn?!" Her eyes widened and she tried to shout.

The scene shifts to a cavalry force of about thirty men, and Finn rushes to the front of the line with his greatsword and reins, as if he hears a familiar voice calling his name.

He hesitated for a moment, then immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the sound and cast his gaze.

's specialty effect kicks in at night, and the young paladin looks sideways in the direction of the top of the town hall, and then—

"Arya?!" He caught a glimpse of the elven girl in the darkness of the night, and then he was taken aback.

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Thanks to the 100 starting coins rewarded by [ID is not easy to take~].

The 10,000 words are over, and I'm going to make up for the sleepiness.

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Oh yes, by the way, I remember that I set up a flag in a book friend's reminder post and said that if I don't explode today, I will become a kobold...... Ah, great, I don't have to become a kobold~

Ah, and - I'm telling you, toothpick meat with coffee, devilish taste! (Whacking the table)

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