Papache pushed open the door contentedly, and the dull stress that had been building up for weeks seemed to have vanished.

As a veteran pirate, Papache knows that human pirates are not easy to survive.

The sea has long been the sphere of influence of the Naga, the Fish-Men, and the Sea Elves, and the human pirate forces are now completely suppressed in the Heren River region.

They dare not move the fleet of a powerful race like elves, and can only do some things like looting human merchant ships, robbing villages, and small caravans.

Papache misses the scene of sitting on a steam battleship from a goblin more than ten years ago and crisscrossing the seas. Although he was only a small crew member at that time, with his sharp goblin weapons, human pirates could even compete with high-level sea clans like Naga on the ocean. That scene, even when I think about it now, still makes Papach's blood boil.

Unfortunately, since the goblin civilization was destroyed by the elves, humans can no longer obtain powerful goblin weapons, and are gradually driven out of the sea by the fishmen and nagas, and the turtles retreat into the inland river.

The city of Soul is one of the few large cities in the Northlands, where nearly 10,000 elves live and ten times as many races. The huge demand for life and the scarcity of elven goods, coupled with its location at the confluence of two large rivers, the Ryan and the Consey, and the convenient and fast waterways, made the water trade in the Seente region extremely prosperous.

This gave this group of sloppy pirates the soil to survive. Although they did not dare to fight the elves and the big merchant groups related to the elves, however, due to the great demand for various items produced by the elves in various places, all kinds of small smuggling ships were also in an endless stream, and these were the main targets of Papache and them.

Since the Ruhr pirates in the area were wiped out a few years ago, the pirates of Papache have taken root in the area.

Due to the secret agreement between the chiefs and the heads of the chambers of commerce in the lower town, the pirates never make trouble here. He even bought a property here himself and sent his mistress over, intending to use it as his retirement home.

However, things changed a few weeks ago, and the pirates inexplicably disappeared three good hands in the lower city, which alarmed the chiefs, who suspected that this was revenge from the Ruhrs. After consulting with the heads of the chambers of commerce in the lower city, the leaders decided to temporarily restrict the pirates from coming ashore.

This can suffocate Papac, pirates are a dull and irritable profession in their own right. Looting and fighting on the water all year round, they need to vent even more. Good wine, gambling and women are indispensable things for them.

Fortunately, Papachi's pirates were a loose alliance of several pirate groups that had been crippled and withdrawn at sea, and there was not even a single leader who really talked about things. As the second officer on the "Black Dove", he used his position to secretly go ashore and return to his home in the lower city.

"Sandy's skills are getting better and better. Damn, doesn't she do it secretly with other people!, but shouldn't I consider marrying her, her meals are good......" Papache was immersed in his own imagination, and he looked at the sky,

"It's not getting early, and I'll have to get back to the boat before dark, or that from Wallace will be chewing on his tongue in front of the boss again. ”

Papac's house is located in the northwest corner of the lower town, where various ethnic groups live in a mixed area, and the terrain is difficult to escape, which is a careful choice made by Papache after years of pirate life.

At this moment, a small black shadow flashed in the corner of the alley in front of him and ran into the deep alley.

"Who?" Papache immediately shouted alertly. He immediately drew the scimitar at his waist.

"Damn, it can't be those Ruhr spies who are eyeing Lao Tzu! If this spy is caught, the boss will be very happy. "Papache has long been familiar with the terrain of this area, and the alleys here are deep and narrow, not suitable for ambushes. And Papache was also very confident in his skills, and he immediately chased after the figure.

Sure enough, the short, wide-cloaked figure was running alone in the alley, and Papache was quick to catch up with him.

"Stop, bastard, who the hell are you, and why are you spying on me?" Papache snapped as he grabbed the cloaked man's coat and snapped.

The skinny human was covered with a thick face cloth and had a thin body that seemed to be ...... Seems to be a woman? Papache couldn't help but be stunned. But at this moment, an obscure and strange language came out from under the face towel.

"Oh no, it's an arcane spell!" the well-informed pirate was shocked, but the power of the arcane had already taken effect, and he suddenly felt dazed and drowsy.

"Damn the wizard, I can't sleep!" The pirate, who had been wandering for many years and licking blood from the edge of the knife, suddenly burst out with a strong will to resist this "sleeping technique", and although he was still dizzy, Papache instinctively swung his scimitar and slashed at the wizard.

Unfortunately, the scimitar swept across the wizard's face with a gust of wind, but only swept away the veil that covered his face, revealing a young and delicate face.

How could it be a little girl? The pirate came up with such an idea.

Now, the pretty little face was now focused, her lips opened and closed, and a new spell had been cast.

"Shadow Arrow"!

Suddenly, a dark power from the lower levels penetrated the pirate's body, destroying his life. In a trance, he seemed to hear a strange voice saying,

"Really, I'll just say you don't want to look for these pirates. They're all advanced warriors, and your control spells are easy for them to resist!"

"I'm sorry, Zode-sama......"

"Forget it, but speaking of which, the soul of a warrior is more energetic......"

Then he fell into an eternal sleep, knowing nothing.