"Of course I don't understand your filth. Morris's expression grew fierce, and he couldn't tell whether it was the effect of the succubus aura or the anger of Robert's death.

"I'm not just a magician, I'm also a nobleman who doesn't have to worry about food and clothing!"

"Isn't that what you're trying to say?" he raised his sword and stabbed Leonard, and said calmly, "just refute me with your righteousness, saying that you summoned demons to give freedom and dignity to the people, and to overthrow Navarre's strict tax laws and tyranny!"

"And this is the source of the legitimacy and legitimacy of the thief chieftain you claim to have stolen the throne!"

Morris remembered the rumours he had heard of the young Highness to whom the Rebels of Olus had sworn allegiance. And this taunt works very well. The ugly smiles of the crew of the "Beer Barrel" stiffened at the corners of their mouths.

Leonard didn't speak, he stood mechanically, his lips trembling, which obviously poked him in the sore spot.

Although the sailors of the "Eedin Beauty" did not understand what Morris meant, this did not prevent anger and hatred from raising their morale, after all, Robert's body was nearby.

At a glance, Morris saw that there were already several hot-blooded young crew members subconsciously weighing the strength of the murderer - they did not lack the courage to take action against the demon, but this kind of courage needed an opportunity.

But Morris didn't want this to happen, because it would kill a lot of people.

But it didn't turn out as he wanted.

Because of the succubus who didn't say a word after killing Robert. For now, she seemed pleased with the effect of her appearance, and she smiled at the eyes of everyone in the shadows.

And then......

She looked at Morris.

"Hello! She gently played with the heart, and said sweetly but elusively, "This is a memorable first meeting." ”

The pressure almost froze Morris.

"I don't understand. Muris said. He struggled to twist his stiff head to avoid being slaughtered by this substance-like chaos and evil.

The strange behavior of the people of the "Beer Barrel" and the name of the succubus made it easy for him to find the problem. So the young man, who was tired and almost half of his body was gone, said in a clearly audible voice:

"You seem to be hunting ......"

The word "I" is not finished. A loud and rude voice came from the side:

"I know you're whispering in the ears of these shameless pirates, who are just as filthy and filthy as you are, but do you want to humiliate my crew now?!"

Morris looked back at the tall, angry Peters, who had flipped from the Beer Barrel back onto the Edin Beauty, carrying a bloody human head—the dead Gregory.

Henry followed him, and the young man with a detached temperament became solemn at the sight of Robert, lying in a pool of blood.

Leonard and the others looked embarrassed and embarrassed, the head of the former leader being held in the hands of the enemy, but they couldn't find any reason to be angry.

Because it was they who had unanimously agreed to sacrifice him to the dying.

Only the succubus still looked at Morris with a smile, as if everyone around him was an ant.

Boss Peters didn't want anyone else to know that I was the target of these people's hunt, and Morris easily figured out the joints.

The seemingly rude captain was protecting him, for if the rest of the crew knew that it was Moris, they would later blame him for the war.

However, before Morris could be grateful, the succubus in front of him took a step forward.

They were about seven paces apart, which was a safe distance from Morris.

She gently tossed the heart in her hand—the atmosphere of anxiety spread again.

"It's easy to kill you people. The sensual woman licked the corners of her mouth and said to Peters, "Do you dare to say such things to me, like summoning the plague with this heart?"

Before Peters could reply, a crew member who was familiar to Morris but could not name could not help himself, he looked fierce and fierce, and respected Peters.

The muscles in his face twitched, as if trying to suppress his fear of facing the goblins. Then he grabbed two short knives behind his back and strode towards the succubus.

The hot-blooded sailor shouted angrily, "I'm fed up with you bitch pretending to be ...... here."

Morris only had time to tighten the knife in his hand, and the fastest Peters had just dropped his head.

Lilith had disappeared from her position, and by the time a puff of black smoke flashed, the throat of the crew member who spoke had been pierced, and a blood spurted out of her neck.

The anger on his face lingered.

No one spoke, but hatred and murder poured out. It is not because the demon's terrifying skills have diminished.

The first to pounce was Peters, anger making his movements swift, and he was the only one here who wasn't afraid of the legends. Then all the crew followed in his footsteps and swarmed up.

The rival rebels also moved, and Leonard stopped Lilith in front of Peters. The horrible succubus shook the blood off his hands and watched them fight for a long time.

Morris adjusted his breathing in the midst of vulgar swear words and growls, and he was looking for a chance to turn the tables. But he sadly found that as long as he couldn't get the succubus back, the only thing that awaited them was annihilation.

It was at this time that the alarm was generated, and Morris was suddenly frightened.

He followed his instinct and took a step back, holding his sword in front of him, and the succubus not far away flickered through the crowd to him.

"Again, this is the last time we see each other. A deep breath spewed onto Morris's cheek, and he lost his mind for a moment. The succubus's claws struck his sword, breaking it in two.

The tip of the sword plunged into the ground.

Then she clenched her claws into fists—similar to Morris's previous movements, this time aiming at his throat.

Morris dodged the move in frustration, his uncoordinated pace causing him to fall backwards and he sat down on the deck. Lilith grabbed him by the neck, her nails digging into his flesh.

Choking and in severe pain, Morris nearly lost consciousness.

Peters was so far away that within two steps, there was no one left to save him.

He's going to die here.

He didn't want to die.

"Don't hurt you! Don't hurt Morris!"

A extinguished brass candlestick slammed limbly into Lilith. The succubus frowned and looked in the direction from which the candlestick had been thrown.

It's April! The girl came out of the cabin.

When Morris realized this.

Lilith's hand was no longer on his neck, and the flickering currents shook him out, and Morris coughed loudly, and Peters' mournful roar rang in his ears.

When he looked up, the succubus's claws almost touched the trembling and sobbing April!

Morris fought to catch up.

He didn't want her to die either. The weak magician's head went blank.