The man's sleeve was protruding from an arm wrapped in a leather coat and gloves, and he was carrying a wanted warrant in his hand, which was a blurry from a distance, but Vickyli was sure that his face was drawn on it.

"It's really disappointing, I thought that the wanted warrant could at least draw some of my images, this whole thing is not like four!" Vickily was surprisingly calm, and Draenor didn't expect her to be able to joke in a pinch.

"It's Desmag!" Draenor was about to remind Viklico, but he couldn't shout the words out of his mouth, because he found that Viklico was still smiling, and she would never make such an expression if she faced Deszmag's group, that smile didn't look like a fake, and she must have some special plan.

Vicky raised her hands above her head, took a step and slowly retreated to the edge of the mast, although the other party did not force her, but she took the initiative to make such a move as if admitting defeat and surrendering, where was her determination to persist in fighting to the end?

"Presumptuous, this is a wanted warrant for the Nikanlos Empire, and it is now up to us at Hermanstet to arrest you! Lay down your weapons! Get all of them on board! ”

The man covered his face with the brim of his hat, and he was dressed in an eerie black robe, barely showing a single piece of skin. Draenor felt a little strange, and Desmeig's group were uniformly dressed in black trench coats suitable for action, which was very different from this loose outfit.

"Ah, it turned out to be the pursuers of the Hecheng Investigation Group! The three of us are going to be caught! Vicilico suddenly shouted at the top of her voice.

"Even if I'm unarmed, I'll resist to the death!" Vicky said, taking advantage of the black-robed man's inattention, quickly bent down and picked up a Prod wooden plaque to hide behind him, carved something with his fingernails, and then threw the wooden plaque on the ground and stepped on his feet.

Delaeno was getting more and more confused, and he even suspected that Vickyli was playing tricks, could it be that she had completely fallen for deception just during her time with Glori?

"Wait a minute, three of you......" Draenor whispered, turning his head to find Jeanne frowning slightly at him.

Sure enough, Vickyli was prepared.

"Drop your weapon on the ground!" The black-robed man shouted at the three people standing on the Tequila.

"Vicky, what are we supposed to do?" Draenor lowered his voice and asked Vekirico.

"Don't do anything but what he said, drop the 'sword' on the ground," Vikliko said, continuing to hold her hands held high, tilting her head to look at Draenor with her peripheral eyes.

"In this case, it is impossible to seize the opportunity to fight back, no matter what Vickyrie has planned, it seems that she can only follow her." Draenor thought to himself, and as the black-robed man had said, he threw his sword on the ground and tossed it aside with his foot.

The surrounding warships slowly surrounded the sailboat, and a metal gangplank stretched out from the man's feet, and suddenly hooked the angle of attack of the "Tequila", he stretched out his hand and pointed at the three people on board, the metal hatch behind him was suddenly opened, and several retinues who were also dressed in black robes quickly rushed to the deck of the sailboat

"Remember, there aren't any inquisitors in Hecheng at all......," Vicilico said, letting her followers wrench her hands.

The entourage grabbed the three of them to the ground, and the black-robed man took out a wooden cane carved with threads from under his clothes, and slowly walked to the deck of the "Tequila".

"Prood? Well...... One is missing, and it looks like someone is losing, giggle......" The man laughed strangely in a hoarse voice.

"Hey, hey, maybe, that's not for sure." Vicky said as she crouched on the ground and smiled.

Sensing that he had been mocked, the black-robed man angrily kicked off the wooden card and pointed at the black battleship.

"Put them in the dungeon of the Blackstone!"

The retinue took out the heavy chains, handcuffed the three men firmly, and escorted them onto the battleship and carried them to the cabin.

Draenor stared wide-eyed at the vanishing sunlight. The black-robed man walked to the door, stretched out his arms, and said goodbye to them in a slightly mocking tone.

"Have a good time in prison!"

Draenor's eyes were gradually clouded by darkness, and the staircase of the cabin seemed to be made of metal, and the people walked in the hallway, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed around them.

The bottom of the ship was a huge dungeon, and Draenor looked up at the metal ceiling on top of the dungeon, not knowing how many floors he had descended, but it was clear that the inside of the ship was much larger than the outcropping of the sea.

The trio were escorted in the middle of a dark, narrow corridor lined with cells surrounded by black steel columns.

The entourage escorting Vikliko stopped at the front, opened the cell door, and forced her into her cell. Next was Jeanne, who was locked across from Viklico, with only Draenor escorted on.

This dungeon is surrounded by airtight metal walls with no frills and looks like a cage used to hold wild beasts or livestock.

"What a strange smell, it's even more pungent than the fox smell of a werewolf!" The retinue behind Draenor covered their noses and shoved Draenor into a damp cell.

“.…… Even his fingers smell weird, this guy is such a freak! The attendants locked the cell door in disgust, turned and hurried out of the dungeon.

Draenor got up and sat cross-legged in his cell, the metal space around him cold and damp.

"On the bright side, at least there are no rats in such cells." Draenor reassured himself, tilting his head and sniffing at his collar.

"Oh, it's weird if it doesn't stink......" he sneered. Although he couldn't bathe at sea these days, he still had the smell of alchemist's spices, a lavender-like smell that kept his body odor firmly in place.

The stench was coming from his coat, the one that Vicky had handed him earlier by the ruins. On the first night of sailing, the coat was stained with the blood of sirens, and the smell was pungent after several washes by seawater.

"Although I also thought about washing my clothes, the smell is somewhat intimidating in this strange sea."

Draenor muttered to himself. The Aichenryder used this method on the battlefield, staining their clothes with sheep's blood, which not only boosted morale, but also frightened and panicked opponents in hand-to-hand combat.

"But this time it's a very different use, and it's thanks to the smell that I'm able to bring this thing in......" Draenor held his breath as he unbuttoned his shirt with his teeth after making sure there was no one around, and the loose clothes hung down his shoulders, only to see the three-barreled firearm hidden at his waist.

"Vicky! Jeana! Can you hear me? Draenor leaned against the railing of the cell door and shouted to the other end of the aisle.

"I'm fine, Mr. Delaenor!"

"You have to be louder, everyone upstairs can hear you!" The voices of the two came from the other end, and Draenor felt much more at ease.

"Delaenau, now we communicate in Dori, and the entourage upstairs will not be able to understand." Vikily shouted confidently.

"Listen, whatever you're planning, I've got to tell you I've brought that firebolt in!" Draenor lowered his voice and shouted, knowing that Vicky had previously stated that "throwing the sword on the ground" had ulterior motives.

"Phew, I'm worried you didn't understand." Vicilico let out a long breath.

"Listen, you should be taken downstairs when the sun goes down, and whatever you see there, you have to keep your composure, they'll just think you're Canaanite, and all you can do is stall as long as you can. Now, you've got to find a way to kick the gun down the aisle to me. ”

Draenor leaned his ears against the crack in the iron railing, and although everyone's hands were firmly locked, he believed that the gun handed over to Vickyli would come in handy.

He turned from the side, tried to twist his locked hands, and finally took out the gun, thanks to which he had already used it as a medium-range self-defense weapon, and had asked Cooper to saw off part of the barrel and butt a few days ago, and according to his height, it was more than enough to hide a short gun of more than forty centimeters.

"You reach out and take it, I'm going to kick it!"

Draenor reminded Viklico, who placed the firebolt on the ground with his back to the iron railing, stretched out a leg, aimed the gun at the handle, and kicked it hard at the other end of the aisle. The metal barrel rubbed against the ground and sparked a few sparks, sliding straight towards Viklico, only to hear a "snap" and the sound of the gun in his hand.

"That's it!" Vicky Ricko's voice was heard as well.

"Next, just wait until the evening and be taken into the deeper dungeon......" Draenor tilted his head back against the cold railing, preparing for the arrival of his followers.

Vikirico's arms were much thinner than Draenor's, and she leaned her back against the railing, took the gun with both arms, and hid it in the hidden pocket of her shawl.

"Jeanne, you have to stay calm, don't panic, Draenor will be fine." Vicilico comforted Jeanne in the cell opposite.

"Don't worry, Miss Vicky, listen to you, I'm sure you'll have a way." Jeanne replied to Viklico in a calm tone.

The airtight dungeon was cut off from almost all perceptible time, and after a long time, four attendants came down the corridor, they took off their black robes and wore rock-like armor.

The door to Draenor's cell was opened, and he was greeted by several pale-skinned, sturdy men who picked up Draenor and pulled him out of his cell.

"Trust me, it's all in a dream." Viklico's voice came from behind, and Draenor reacted quickly, a smile on his lips.