On the night of the storm, the lightning that pierced the sky was like a silver snake in the sky, the pouring rain sprinkled into the raging and tumbling waves, and the small island drifting under the storm emitted a little hazy firelight, zooming out the lens to look like an inch of flickering candlelight.

"Don't ...... Please...... Don't come here...... I am the princess of the Duchy of Setitton, and I will give you as much money as you want. The maiden, dressed in a long white lace dress, cowered back to the laughter of the pirates, sobbing and begging for mercy.

However, her pleas for mercy did not inspire pity among the pirates, but only aroused their desires. Hope.

"Stop! You slugs in the mud pond! Bed bugs in the gutter! Take your dirty hands off Miss Windignie's shoulders! The knight, who was bound to a chair and could not move, stared at the pirate approaching the young lady, his eyes red, and the chair behind him creaked overwhelmingly.

If he was on a horse, he could kill these rabble with a single charge. However, on the bumpy deck, it was not easy for him to stand firm in heavy armor, let alone show off his proud riding skills.

"It's too noisy, cut out his tongue."

"Okay."

Receiving the boss's order, a thin man in a red turban jumped up, drew his scimitar stuck in the table, and walked in the direction of the knight with a sinister smile. The two sailors held the knight down, crushed his teeth with their fists, broke his mouth open, and then put their knives in and stirred them with great force.

"Ahh——!hh

The blood gushed up in his throat, and the pain that pierced his heart made him faint in an instant.

This bloody scene aroused the ferocity of the pirates, who clapped their hands and laughed uncontrollably.

"Hahahaha!"

"Well done!"

"Pour a bucket of cold water on him, the show has just begun, and we can't let our guests go to bed so early."

Amid the man's rude laughter and spitting, the creaking of the bed soon merged with the whistling of the storm outside the window. The pirate in the red turban foamed at the mouth, threw away the greasy piece of flesh in his hand, the bloodied knight passed out, and the girl with her long skirt torn had gradually lost her luster in her pupils.

Such a hellish scene is just ordinary daily life on this small island.

The lights were bright under the storm, the pirates who had returned with a full load of wine and fists, laughing uncontrollably, and every silver coin on the wooden table was dripping with blood. Neither a nobleman, a priest, nor a merchant, did not survive to the next weekend.

The pirates of Raven Harbor never ask for a ransom because that would reveal their whereabouts. They plundered only the ship's cargo and treasure, and the captives were either imprisoned in the dungeons, tortured by the sailors for pleasure, and the rotting corpses were abandoned on the beach to be eaten by crows.

Crow Harbor, hence the name.

It is inhabited by some of the most vicious pirates of the ocean, and it is not enough to count the crimes they have committed over the past hundred years without exhausting all the bricks on the pilgrimage route from the gates of the Holy City to the Cathedral of St. Romania.

About twenty years ago, a certain prince of the Kadiran Empire offered a ransom of 200 million imperial silver coins in order to redeem his niece, but in the end he received a head with his eyes gouged out. His Majesty the Enraged Emperor sent the Empire's fleet, but these pirates were as cunning as foxes on the steppe, never engaging the Empire's navy head-on.

Whenever the navy is dispatched, it takes refuge in the storm, and when the navy retreats, the white crow flag on a black background is raised again, and the pirate ships that pour out of the nest will take revenge on the merchant ships in their territorial waters.

The leader of these pirates, said to be a two-meter-tall monster with an ugly face and a mask that always covers half of his face, is older than all the captains of Raven Harbor, and is said to have ruled Raven Harbor when it was a peaceful island.

His name was Monkyrie, and the mere mention of it was enough to terrify countless sailors.

Some speculate that he was a monster accidentally created by some wild wizard during an evil experiment. It has also been speculated that he himself was an apprentice wizard who turned himself into an inhuman monster by using a forbidden sorcery in order to become a full-fledged wizard.

Cunning, powerful, insidious, cruel......

Under his leadership, the pirates of Raven Harbor are invincible, and they are all over the sea. The white crow flag on a black background has become the god of death on the sea, and it is more feared by merchants and sailors than storms.

It is rumored that the reason why Prince William was able to block the territorial waters of the Rick Kingdom so smoothly was because of the support of this Captain Monkyrie. As for how a prince of the continent of Aditya came into contact with the legendary pirates who roamed the seas, no one knows.

Located in the heart of Raven Bay, it is a two-storey manor-style villa. The rotting wood looked old, and even a bird squeaked when it landed on it.

In stark contrast to the brightly lit harbor, the wooden house in the very center of the pirate harbor was pitch black, with not even a single light visible except for the flickering sparks on the pipes.

Sitting in the shadows, Monkyrie smoked his pipe like a sculpture. Listening to the accompaniment of the wooden window beating outside, the fingers of the right hand lightly beat on the table, and the dry throat hummed an unknown tune to itself.

Suddenly, there was a "crackling" sound from the window.

I saw a drenched crow, flying down to the window, and with its beak and wings, it banged violently on the window, and made a hoarse and ugly cry.

"Ga ——!"

Disturbed by the ugly cry, Monkyrie cursed in a low voice, but did not slack off, got up from the creaking chair, and walked to the window.

Opening the wooden window, he reached out and grabbed the crow, ready to teach it a lesson. But the crow did not slip under his nose, but the rain on its wings shook him in the face, and flew to the bookshelf of the room and stood, like its master, with its dark and ugly head proudly up.

A terrible, noisy cry came out of the crow's mouth, repeating the same sentence like a parrot.

"Boat! Shadow Seas! Kill them! ”

"I see, shut your beak for me before I get angry," said Monkyrie, irritably, "tell me, who are they?" Who do you need me to kill? ”

Pu flapped his wings, his feathers flew everywhere, and the crow tore open his throat and chirped hoarsely.

"Everyone!"

"Kill them all!"

"Throw their corpses and swords into the sea!"

Piercing cries echoed through the room.

After making a mess of the room, and throwing down these words, the crow did not even listen to Monkyrie's reply, and flapped its wings and slipped out of the window.

The uninvited guests left, and the room returned to tranquility.

Looking at the dark shadow that melted into the rainy night, Monkyrie stood quietly at the window.

The pipe in his mouth had been extinguished, and the pupil that reflected the lights suddenly flashed with a hint of bloodthirsty excitement. Looking at the roaring storm in the distance, and the white crow flag standing in the harbor, the corners of his mouth opened a cruel arc.

"Yes, my lord."