In the woods outside of Friedes, Lear and the others sat around a campfire, silent.

Behind the woods, the narrow Kurdish Mountains stretch like a giant python dormant in the darkness to the end of the night, and beyond it, there is the endless sea of Enlos.

And that sea is alien and unfriendly to any creature living on land.

Life is sometimes like this, when you are ambitious to do something and firmly believe that you can do it, only to find that someone else throws a pebble under your feet and can no longer move forward, the huge gap and frustration makes people anxious, behind the pebble is connected to a whole mountain, pressing on the chest so heavy that people are breathless.

"Who is that woman during the day?"

Adela carefully pulled a corner of the blanket for Luna - after all this time of teaching and practice, the little girl was able to control the stray fire on her body, otherwise she would have been a humanoid fire starter as soon as she fell asleep, without anyone looking at her.

"Sylvia, a knight and a pirate, I thought she would find a place for us to stay, but now it seems that I thought it was too simple. ”

Lear looked at the darkness in the distance, but the dense woods obscured his vision, and his pupils were unfocused in the firelight, making him look a little distracted.

"You've never been someone to give up easily, why do I think you're a bit decadent?"

The female mage voiced her concerns.

"Maybe I'm too tired, or maybe I've always thought too highly of myself, but it's okay to be like this now, let me rest and reflect, don't worry, I'm fine. ”

Lear smiled at Adela and got up to make his way to the tent, but his ears were startled by the sudden sound of fighting in the evening breeze, and he looked back at the darkness on his left, the light in his eyes beating hard.

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Sylvia stumbled in the darkness covered in blood, from a dozen or so people to a few around her, and now only herself, and the pursuers behind her had not diminished in the slightest, these treacherous and cruel pirates lurked on the Crolin Trail - the only way she had to go back and forth from the seashore, and at the same time her secret path, and it was clear that she had been betrayed.

When Sylvia left Friedes with a group of drunken sailors, they were targeted, and it was not until they reached the mouth of the Croring Valley that the enemy finally attacked them.

Oil-lit arrows were fired at her and her companions, and Sylvia's knightly sword danced in the night, but she could only protect herself, and soon her men fell, and a few loyal sailors shouted and pushed her into the darkness, and then rushed with red eyes at the enemy who didn't know where and how many.

She could only hold back her tears as she ran wildly, and tried not to listen to the screams coming from behind.

Two daggers with cold light suddenly pierced the night sky and stabbed at the female knight's back, and Sylvia, who was running for her life, didn't even notice it, and at the moment of no delay, a long sword slashed fiercely from the oblique thorn, and after two sparks and a crisp sound of gold and iron, the dagger that attacked the female knight's back fell to the ground.

Sylvia jerked back when she heard the voice behind her, only to find a tall figure with her sword facing away from her, the broad back and thick shoulders so familiar.

Landriger.

"Let's go!"

Seeing that Sylvia was still in a daze, Landrigo grabbed her arm and shouted, the pursuers behind were closer, and looking at the number of torches that the enemy had lit, it was definitely not something that the two of them could resist.

But what Landrig didn't notice was that although Sylvia, who was being dragged by him to flee for her life, kept at her feet, there was clearly a smile on the corners of her mouth and eyes, and she looked at Landrig, like a little girl to her brother, like a sailboat to a harbor, and like a small tree, to a hundred thousand mountains.

More torches lit up behind them, snaking through them like beasts leaping in the dark, and as time went on, the beast's fangs and claws grew closer and closer to their backs.

The two of them ran out for dozens of meters, and rockets began to attack them in the back, and Landrig had no choice but to stop and dance his long sword, the green fighting spirit was like a firefly circulating in the dark night, and he was also a fourth-level swordsman.

"Let's go!"

Landrigo nudged Sylvia again, this time with all his strength to push him to the ground, not only because he had discovered that no one could escape without anyone staying to stop his pursuers, but also because he knew Sylvia better than anyone else.

The Raphael-loving little village girl had been stubborn from the first day she had come to his ship, and nothing had changed until he got off the ship and she took the captain's place.

Sylvia stood in the darkness with a determined gaze, and in the gap between the two of them, the black shadows like jackals behind them were already tightly surrounded.

"Let's all stay. ”

A one-eyed, bearded man emerged from the darkness, sword in his right hand and a hook made of gold in his left, the light of the fire shining on his face, and the eyes of Sylvia and Landrig were cruel and cold.

"Parson! It's you!"

When Sylvia saw a young man standing behind the cyclops, she became furious, for the man from her village had been professing her love until the day before.

"Isn't it me, beautiful captain, that surprises you?"

Parson smiled grimly, not in the slightest ashamed of his betrayal.

"What did Kurkos give you to betray me?"

After the initial anger, Sylvia calmed down, after all, for people like them, betrayal and betrayal are as normal as eating and sleeping.

"I suppose you're so clever that you can guess it, what you don't want to give me, Captain Curcos is very generous, and I just need to draw a small mark on the map, how can I refuse such a thing?"

Parson smiled lewdly as his gaze wandered over Sylvia's chest and lower abdomen.

"Wishful thinking! I'll kill you before then!"

If betrayal is acceptable, Parson's insult really stepped on Sylvia's scales.

The next moment she burst out of the darkness, a layer of blue light rippling from the knight's sword in her hand, and stabbed straight at Parson's neck.

"That's not going to work. ”

Kurkos, who was standing in front of Parson, sneered, swung away Sylvia's weapon with a wave of his left hand, and then took advantage of the gap in the female knight's chest to stab the long sword in his right hand without hesitation.

With a "bell", his long sword was heavily blocked by another weapon, and Kurkos was not annoyed, he sneered at Landrig in front of him, and the pressure of his wrist increased the force in his hand.

"Landry, do you want to be your tavern owner since you're out of the sea, or do you have too many bards in your tavern that your mind is now full of stories of heroes saving beauty?"

Landrigo changed to a two-handed sword, but he couldn't get rid of Curcos's one-handed sword in any way, it seems that the years of becoming a tavern owner are not only his kung fu has been abandoned and regressed, but the opponent's martial arts have also made a qualitative leap, because just three years ago, he and Curcos could still have a draw.

"Miss Sylvia, you may not have thought of this day when you plundered my ships, but I have never forgotten you, but I am willing to give you a chance, as long as you tell me where the things are hiding now, I will let you two die a dignified death, how about I? ”

Having completely suppressed Sylvia and Landrig on his own, he spoke with a kind of arrogance that looked down on the world, after all, the nickname "Captain Hook" was not covered.

Not to mention that there were hundreds of sailors and sea elves behind him.

"Master Kurkos, don't forget what you promised me!"

Hearing Kurkos say this, Parson was anxious all of a sudden, if Sylvia was allowed to die a dignified death, wouldn't he just get a cold corpse?

This is far from what was once agreed.

Landrigue suddenly felt his hand loosen, but it was not his own strength that broke away from Kurkos's suppression, but the other party suddenly withdrew from the blade.

A cold light swept across Parson's neck, and his head slid down in the latter's stunned gaze.

Blood gushes like a fountain.

"Now can you consider my suggestion?"

Kurkos stuck out his tongue and licked the blood that had splattered on his face, laughing cruelly and wickedly.

"I can take you to the place where the treasure is buried, but you must let Landrig go first, I robbed your ship, this matter has nothing to do with him, and you know that he has already left the sea. ”

Sylvia laid down her weapon, and she knew that she couldn't be spared today, and since Parson was dead, she had no regrets, as long as Landrig could leave, so be it.

The death of a pirate at the hands of another pirate is the most common script on the sea.

"You may not know me well, but my greatest virtue as a man is that I speak my word, and only once, and since you have rejected my kindness, then I will have to sell you to the fishmen, you know what they do to beautiful human women, right? As for Landrig, I will chop him up and feed him to the dogs. ”

After saying this, Curcos's eyes lit up with cruelty, and his golden hook swung forward, and the sailor sea elves behind him immediately rushed up.

"You don't want your treasure anymore!?"

Sylvia was furious, she didn't expect Curkos to change when he said it, without any warning.

"Hahahahahaha......ha

Kurkos hugged his stomach and even laughed with tears.

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