"Pounce", a muffled sound.

Sharp pain came from behind. Morris howled and fell to his knees. When the source of the pain was discovered, he felt an arrow with his hand.

No way, he thought in horror. Impossible to shoot me.

The crowd went from sluggishness to uproar, and a few seconds passed.

These crack crew members are quick to respond. As Peters drew his sword and roared, they swarmed toward the cabin.

They were noisy and shouting, but no one asked a word.

The wounded muscles tensed, and for a moment Morris's head went blank. When he came back to his senses,

"It was a crossbow bolt that missed the heart. He heard Peters say.

I can't die. Morris was terrified.

The black-bearded Aedine man ran quickly up the platform, carefully holding Morris on his right shoulder and holding his left armpit. He consciously stood behind him.

"Don't come here!" he snapped to a restless April, "you follow your uncles to the cabin!"

"But...... It really stinks there, Daddy. The little girl's eyes flashed with horror and resistance, and she retorted resentfully, not yet fully aware of her current situation.

But Peters had no time to talk to her, and he asked Morris solemnly, "Where is the enemy?"

"At sea in the direction of the bow, about 1 mile or so. Morris said with a force, his left hand unconscious, "It's a pirate." ”

"Your eyesight is good. Peters gave him a meaningful look, his sword-wielding hand carefully gripping April's collar and holding the wounded Morris, "This bastard's crossbow is also powerful. ”

"Not human power. She allowed the arrow to cross some distance. Morris avoided his eyes and whispered, "This battle can't be fought." ”

The three of them made their way to the cabin.

"Do you have any artillery?" asked Peters. He didn't dwell on the fact that he wasn't human, nor did he question why Morris could see more than a mile away in the dark.

"No," Morris recalled, recalling what had happened to him aboard the Beer Keg, and subconsciously replied, "They are about the same number as us......"

"Then you can fight. Besides......" Peters interrupted him, "we have no way back. ”

Behind him were reef-strewn shallows, and Morris realized the seriousness of the problem.

They entered the cabin, where there was a constant buzzing and a part of the men who had taken up their arms and walked to the deck under the command of Robert, the pilot, to put away the anchors they had dropped. The other part went to the bottom of the boat to act as oarsmen.

You have to drive the ship to fight.

"However, there is a ...... Not a human thing. Morris frowned, and he decided to explain the situation. Pain gripped his left shoulder like a snake's fang, and he grimaced with a pale smile at a worried April, "She's powerful. ”

"It's okay, Tirel is a human world. Peters bared his teeth and replied frantically.

"But......," Morris shut.

"Tyrell isn't just Fren...... he couldn't utter it.

......

Morris lay on his stomach on the bunk, his wound bleeding all the time, and the pain was excruciating. His consciousness was a little blurred, and the arrow pierced his body. The arrow went straight to the handle.

The people in the cabin walked clean. The enemy is not far away, and if they fail to get the ship in motion, the fate of the "Edin Beauty" will be scuttled by the collision horns.

Henry patted him on the shoulder as he passed by, and the young man, who had always been out of the way, had a solemn face. He was the penultimate to leave the cabin. In order to be able to go up and fight, this guy specially stimulated his little tongue with his fingers and spit out the wine in his stomach.

The last to leave the cabin was Barres, who was recommended by the sailors to help Morris with his arrow wounds, and vowed that his craftsmanship would be absolutely top-notch.

However, after Morris experienced it himself, he realized that it was not the same thing at all.

His handling was simple and brutal, he used two small spoons to prop open Morris's wound, and found a drill to pry out the crossbow arrow that had penetrated deep into the flesh.

There is no sterilization work in the whole process.

"That's how the precious beasts caught for the nobles deal with their wounds in our place. Barres patted his chest.

When his Mongolian doctor's process was completed, Morris was almost all that was left to breathe.

Therefore, the last part of Barres's traumatic treatment, he did not have time to react at all.

It wasn't until he felt the temperature of his skin rise that he turned back with a little confusion.

He saw a red-hot soldering iron!

"Stop! Barres! You put that thing ...... The skin at the wound was scalded. Morris almost fainted in pain, and he struggled as hard as he could, but Barres sat on top of him.

"Well, it tastes good!, little prince, be honest!" Barres said, apparently pleased with his workmanship, "I'm helping you stop the bleeding!"

"~!@#¥%......" Morris weakly burst into foul language.

It's a terrible otherworld. It was the last thought that crossed his mind.

The sound of a thump on the deck, the sound of a trumpet shouting from under the deck...... It can't reach his ears.

......

The scene is born out of a blank slate.

The first to appear are a few lines, which are then colored.

The street was born.

Pedestrians appear.

Shops, Vehicles, ...... A feeling of familiarity and strangeness came over me.

I had this dream, and Morris realized that it was a continuation of the dream he had when he was shipwrecked. He wandered between wakefulness and lethargy.

It's like a bystander, secretly watching everything.

......

That was 17 years ago. His last life. His last day on Earth.

At this time, he had just been released on parole. He and his girlfriend Loman, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, met here. He wandered the streets, apprehensive and guilty. Loman hugged him from behind, crying breathlessly.

It was all the same as in his memory, he watched the stage play in his dreams. The only thing that surprised him was that he always remembered what happened after the show a second later.

Loman hugged him,

"Manman hugged me. ”

He said he's sorry,

"I said I'm sorry. ”

These memories that were incomparably clear when he was awake were relived bit by bit in his dreams. And this stage play has reached the end of the last dream.

"You promise me......" Loman said. In the dream, Murphy wanted to turn around and hug her.

"Promise her what?" Morris, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't think of it, and he could only wait for the play to go on by itself.

"You, you promise me......" Loman sobbed and repeated the sentence, while Murphy, who had half turned around, looked at a speeding car on the road in amazement......

"Stop fighting. Loman finally finished speaking, and just as the car was about to run over the two men, a sudden loud bang exploded in Morris's dream.

This stage play is like a mirror, and it has been blown to pieces.

It's just a little bit close......

The key two people and the car are still fine. But the surrounding background began to fade.

The speeding car crashed into it.

Before he could fully react, Murphy pushed away the stunned Loman, and he was knocked away with a "bang!" The pool of blood bloomed into a poppy under him.

A blurred Murphy saw the driver through the glass, his face distorted and full of malice. The face was familiar, and it was similar to the drug addict he had killed three years ago who had molested Loman.

It's his brother, Murphy thought. His consciousness gradually left his body. The car refused to stop, it started and turned again, aiming at ......

Loman.

Please, please!!! Manman!Manman!Run!Murphy thought.

Then he heard the roar of cars.