XVII

"Do you have a dream?"

Leonard Kekawi had dreams when he came of age at the age of nineteen. That year, his once-degraded human mother was laid to rest in Port Eloway due to willow disease.

She weighed only forty pounds when she died. Just like in a fairy tale, to death she believed that the elf who "once fell in love" would come back to pick her up. Poignant love stories always celebrate love, and no author ever mentions the flower willow disease that is rampant all over the world.

Leonard doesn't believe in fairy tales, but he believes in dreams. His dream is to become a real elven nobleman. He was determined to one day be above his paternal line.

To this end, he joined the St. Sen Navy, became a sailor, then a sea sergeant, and became a sea captain.

But dreams are still just dreams. He is now getting farther and farther away from his dream...... Too far away to touch.

"Have you ever imagined how you would die?"

Leonard Kekawi thinks about it once in a while. The ideal way is to die of old age as an elven nobleman, and then leave a strong mark in the history books of the world. Since half-elves also have a long lifespan, dying of old age is also a great thing.

If you don't have a chance to die of old age, if you can die when you are mentally prepared, that's not bad. When a person dares to face death and get what he wants, death is a magnificent tragedy.

But he never imagined that he would die with a pirate at such a time.

"Do you have a dream?"

Kazmi Stirhaus currently wants to be the number one pirate king. Of course, this wasn't his childhood dream, as there was no strange uncle who gave him a straw hat or anything to promise his future life, and there was no dad who was the boss of a pirate group at sea.

To put it simply, Kezmi's dream is two words: to get rich. He had worked honestly in the Isles of the Continent for many years, and had done business for many years—but he had been betrayed countless times, robbed by others, and even falsely accused of being a pirate, and had been imprisoned in the Governor's Mansion of the Elven Continent.

In the prison, he met a Far Eastern samurai who had been sentenced to death and taught him how to use a katana. After coming out of prison and having nothing left, Kezmi decided to really become a pirate. He did it, and then he realized that he had a talent for it, so he did it. That way, at least you can anticipate someone else's betrayal.

Moreover, pirates are free and uninhibited. He always wanted to one day carve out a small town of his own in the tropical jungle off the coast of South New Island.

"Have you ever imagined how you would die?"

Kezmi Stihaus often wondered, especially when he was just starting out as a pirate.

Pirates not only kill, but also kill each other. On the same ship, in the same fleet, between different fleets. There is an Eastern proverb that says, "People who sit in the same boat will help each other." From the point of view of the pirates, this proverb is complete nonsense, and the people who made it up must be a people who do not have a life in the sea.

The best outcome is to finally have the opportunity to pick up the treasure that you have buried with your own hands and live a peaceful life, rather than the treasure hunters who have cheapened the treasure for future generations. The next can be to be caught by the government and beheaded as the greatest pirate king.

But he didn't think at all about dying with the captain of a small anti-privateer ship.

Butterflies and butterflies meet and want to change each other's fate forever.

At this moment, the weapons of the pirate captain and the captain of the navy were handed to each other's vital points.

It's hard to say if they have time to regret it, because swords intersect as quickly as lightning.

Then there was a faint white glow.

A huge reaction force bounced into Kezmi's hand, as if there was a powerful and determined force blocking his attack.

The pirate captain's arm subconsciously strengthened, and the green tendons of the forearm burst out, but the blade could not pierce the opponent's heart!

His blade slid and grazed the half-elf's body.

Leonard only felt that someone had been pushed on the left side of his chest, and from the heart, there was no sharp pain as expected. Nothing was felt, just a huge push.

Pushed by the opponent's all-out stab, Leonard's thin sword slid away from the enemy's throat with a slight flick. The tip of the red raiser shuddered twice, and rested silently next to the pirate's throat, but it didn't cut through it.

"Can't get in?!"

"I didn't even die?!"

They are aware of the result, which is what happens in a moment. This outcome was completely beyond the estimation of these two experienced fighters - it could never have happened naturally.

There is a magician, a magician!

Kezmi was stunned, but Leonard had already understood the identity of the attacker.

"Why did she save me?"

The possibility that it was the Holy Forest or the Holy Empire had arranged reinforcements was immediately eliminated by him—there was no way that such a strong mage would accept such an outrageous task. If there are hidden reinforcements, the probability is still relatively high in those principality guards. Only the enemy will arrange such a midway inserter at any risk.

So why did you want to spare his life?

A flash of inspiration flashed through Leonard's mind: "Silence...... Is it?"

Obviously, this protective magic was meant to ensure that the pirate captain was killed with his hands. Then, he who stays behind can be killed at any time.

A chill ran down his spine. The other side is carrying out a strict conspiracy that will not allow for any variables, and everything will go according to plan...... If his level was a little lower, he might not even be aware of the existence of protective magic.

Then there is only one countermeasure - what the enemy wants, must not be given to the enemy.

The tip of his sword shook and rested on Kezmi's throat: "Throw away your sword, you can't win." ”

The katana fell to the ground.

"Why don't you kill me?" asked Kezmi, dropping his knife in despair. There is no chance of victory against enemies with powerful protective magic.

"Because I admire your strength. Leonard bowed and picked up the katana, tucked it at his waist, and then withdrew the tip of the sword.

"Hmph, hypocrisy. Kezmi spat out and said, "You don't want to trade me for a bounty?"

Leonard withdrew his rapillod, pointed to the corpse of a sailor on the ground, and whispered, "If you want to think so, you can do it." But I may allow you to put on my soldier's uniform. ”

Kaizmi was a little surprised and asked in disbelief, "Are you serious......?"

"Seriously, of course. Leonard replied lightly, "People like you shouldn't die here." ”

Hearing his words, the expression on Kezmi Stichhaus's face changed.

Astonished, skeptical, confused, puzzled, curious, wanting to believe but not believing......

"No, you can't. As grateful as I am for you, my self-esteem does not allow me to disguise myself as a saint-sensi mariner. The pirate captain replied resolutely, "You can use me to receive credit." ”

Hearing this, Leonard was a little anxious - after all, he didn't know when the female mage would tear through the disguise again and kill the man's mouth.

He thought for a moment and took the katana off his waist. "Then take this weapon back and defend yourself. ”

Kezmi stared at his weapon, his expression complicated, and took a step back: "Are you despising me, half-elf?

Leonard smiled bitterly: "This is because you are unwilling to change into our military uniform, so I have to return the knife to you." ”

Hearing this, Kezmi was finally completely stunned. He closed his eyes and thought for a long time before he came back to his senses.

"You may be a heroic hero, or you may be a traitor, I don't know. But I know that you are the first person to believe in me so much. Allow me to pay tribute to you in my own way. ”

The pirate captain quietly took his weapon and slammed it out of its sheath!

Leonard was taken aback, but Kezmi didn't. The pirate captain turned around and shouted, "All bunnies, lay down your arms!

Almost all the pirates and sailors stopped fighting in dismay. The eighth pirate of the open sea, holding his katana aloft, swept them with a fierce gaze. The pirates, who were swept away, dropped their weapons one after another, announcing the end of the battle.

When all the battle was over, Stitch House sheathed his saber and respectfully delivered it to Leonard.

"As of today, the Stihaus privateer fleet does not exist. As long as it is the order of Lord Leonard, Kezmi Stihaus will definitely go all out. ”

At this moment, the "quasi-angel" quietly sank into the sea. With the burning flames as the background, the eyes of the sea boy and the sea boy intersected again.

"Thank you. Leonard's response was simple.

More words, no longer make any sense. He had no hope of subduing them, but he stumbled upon the respect of their leader.

"Won't it be a problem for you to let us go like this?" asked Kezmi. "If there's a problem, I'll kill them all as your merits. ”

"No need...... That's brutal. "Leonard was stunned - the man in front of him had no hesitation or scruples when he wanted to kill his subordinates who had followed him for many years!

"Don't be mistaken, none of these guys under my command don't have blood on their hands. If they don't die, you may be suspicious of your superiors. ”

"I don't want to. Leonard smiled wryly. Although it will attract the suspicion and suspicion of the baron of the first rank...... But now he must use their power to thwart the enemy's plot.

He has little affection for St. Sen, but he wants to live. He didn't want to die here, didn't want to.

"Accurate...... ......Exactly," he muttered, walking over to where Anne Seiffel was, with a normal smile on his face.

"Is the battle over, sir?" said the blonde girl with a smile as she saw him approach. "It ended beautifully. ”

"It's almost over. The half-elf quietly clenched his sword.

"I always feel like I don't have a good premonition. ”

Lesa Helmont paused in front of the stairs leading to the captain's quarters and looked in the direction of the Daino.

She cautiously looked around to make sure there was no ambush before descending the stairs. There were corpses everywhere under the stairs, and she was slightly gagging and quickened her pace.

"Is it too late......? Maybe Bonnie, have they already been here?"

Rumble!

Right in front of Lessa, the sturdy hatch of the captain's room was slammed open. The black-robed man flew out with the hatch and slammed into the bulkhead.

"It's you......!" The alchemist was taken aback as he looked at the guy who had been blasted out like garbage.

"Ahem, see you again......" Machiavelli smiled, a trace of blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. The shield of shadows that had surrounded him was now slowly fading.

"It's ugly, isn't it?" Lesa gripped her golden scepter, summoning its stronger defensive abilities. "Chain Form!"

"Totally unnecessary...... I'm no match for you anymore. ”

As Machiavelli laughed at himself, the loud sound of "boom" echoed through the corridor again.

As the golden chains protected the alchemist's front, a silver flash streaked through the air, and the bulkhead of the captain's room collapsed!

The white and shiny silver greatsword emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the entire captain's cabin and the people inside.

The man's long silver-white hair hung down at his side, and the man's face had a resolute and righteous expression, and the clerk's robe on the man was particularly dazzling.

In front of the man, a cloak of floating blades shrouded him. The Blade Barrier, a powerful offensive and defensive spell, is much stronger than Machiavelli's Shadow Shield.

Behind that man, there was a holy light brought by divine blessings. Divine Power, which grants oneself strong combat ability and anti-magic power, is one of the essential magic of high-level combat priests.

The man's right hand easily grasped the hilt of the two-handed greatsword. The greatsword looked so heavy, but he could easily maneuver it with just one hand.

In the man's left hand, he held a thin copy of the "Holy Covenant". The cover of the "Holy Covenant" depicts the emblems of twelve Orthodox gods, and the one he holds in his hand is that of Lesador, the god of justice and judgment.

"No...... Nope?"

Lesa was stunned for a long time before she recognized him from the vicarage robe. The contrast between this image and the cautious and cowering probationary pastor before her was so great that she couldn't believe her eyes at all.

"It should be said that it is...... Archbishop of the Diocese of the New World, Ionette Hartmann. Machiavelli gasped and corrected her salutation.

"Do you still refuse to speak out as a member of the accomplice?" said Ionette, pointing the tip of her sword at Machiavelli, her tone scornful and coercing. "I heard that you have made a breakthrough discovery in mind control magic, why don't you come out?"

"Well, I'll tell you...... The same party is already on the lower deck, she is ......"

Machiavelli's voice grew lower and lower, almost inaudible.

Ionette withdrew the tip of her sword slightly and walked out of the hatch: "Be clear!"

"She's ...... Obscuring Mist!"

Machiavelli smiled wickedly, and with a spread of his right hand, the entire corridor was instantly shrouded in mist.

"Oops!" Ionette reacted immediately, slashed the greatsword in his hand, and slashed at the place where the black robe had been.

The blade shattered the fog and swept onto Raisa's defensive chains.

The female alchemist felt a burst of force pass through her chains, and she could barely hold her weapon, taking three steps back before she regained her pace. The power of this sword is so amazing!

"Invisibility!" Machiavelli's incantation came from the opposite direction, this time cautiously using the magic that would allow him to escape safely.

Ionette withdrew her weapon and replaced the magic command: "Transfiguration, war gun!"

The two-handed greatsword shone with a silver light, dispelling the fog, and a slender silver-white spear appeared in his right hand.

"Do you think you'll be able to get away with it?" True Seeing!"

In an instant, all coverings, magical and non-magical, were invisible to his eyes. Catching a glimpse of where the black figure was, the archbishop did not hesitate and threw the war spear in his right hand with all his might!

Clang!!!!!

The spear pinned the black figure to the wall at the end of the corridor in the distance, completely piercing the shadow and the thick walls of the ship, down to the handle.

But there was no screaming.

Io stepped out of the fog and took a closer look, revealing that it was only a black robe.

The archbishop shook his head in frustration: "Let him run away." ”

Lesa also came out of the fog: "Nop, ...... the hell you"

The archbishop smiled gently, recovering Nop's expression: "I'm sorry to keep it a secret from you, I'm the escort of this operation." Ionette Hartman, just call me Io. ”

Lesa was taken aback: "Ionette...... Are you the archbishop of the Orthodox Church in New York, and that Hartmann, who has been hailed as a 'genius theologian who is rare in a century'?"

Io nodded, easily pulling the spear from the wall of the ship and turning it back into a dagger.

Lesa was taken aback at the sight of the shaped-silver weapon—she remembered a famous magical item.

"Alliance...... Arbiter of the Covenant, Orthodox Artifact, Can You Lend Me to Research It?"

The archbishop hurriedly refused: "No. ”

"Honorable Mr. Hartmann...... You see, I'm also researching transformation weapons, but I've only studied two forms, so let me study them......" Lesa only takes this kind of "delicate" tone when she is particularly demanding.

Ionette hurriedly put the dagger into her bosom and said, "I don't have time now." We're going to chase him down to the lower deck! He must have an accomplice, otherwise he wouldn't have delayed that long!"

Lesa was stunned: "Down deck?"

"Because the real lord is there. "Nop" said indifferently, and walked towards the stairs. "I don't know who 'she' he is talking about...... Women?"

Lesa was stunned, and that ominous feeling came back to her mind.

She knew who the black-robed man's allies were.

"Mr. Kakkawi's magnificence!" Anne complimented Anne as Leonard approached, "to subdue so many vicious pirates." ”

"Where, it's too much of a praise. Leonard replied absent-mindedly. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his full attention on Anne's body.

"In that case, it was possible to do it without getting hurt on both sides...... That's amazing!" said the blonde girl with a smile, "only such a man can be worthy of Lady Rysa." ”

Hearing Raisa's name, Leonard was shocked. Is it really possible to strike first, and what if you make a mistake?

"That's all over, isn't it? Wait until we get ashore and let Bonnie make something good, how about we eat together......?"

Looking at that sunny smile, he really couldn't stab. He'll have to make sure, definitely.

"Miss Anne Seffir, are you a magician or not?"

It was only after the question was revealed that Leonard realized that the question was silly.

Hearing this question, the smile on Anne's face instantly faded and she took a step back: "You...... What are you talking about? How is that possible?"

The half-elf sighed inwardly, he was almost sure of the answer. His hand clenched the hilt of the sword, relaxed, clenched, and relaxed.

"If the answer is 'yes,' that's okay. I don't want to be your enemy...... After all, your sisters have made great memories for all of us on the boat. Without you, the journey might have been boring. ”

"I'm sorry......" Anne quietly bowed her head, effectively acquiescing to her status as a magician. "But ......"

"Just stay here and wait for it to be over. The half-elf turned around in a dashing manner, not thinking. His strength is still so grand.

But it doesn't work every time.

"What's the matter, Lady Rysa?" asked Ionette with concern when she saw Lesa stop.

"I always feel that I have a bad premonition. Resa Helmont muttered to herself as she looked in the direction of "Daino". "What is it?"

"I had no choice but to kill him. ”

Leonard suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. His face was filled with shock and disbelief.

He lowered his head, the tip of a scimitar exposed beyond his chest.

He looked back to see the blonde girl's blank gaze and the hilt of the scimitar she was holding.

"No, no!" Anne Seiffel screamed, drawing everyone's eyes to the place.

"I didn't think I'd die like this. Leonard Kakawi smiled and tried to lift his hand, but couldn't.

"Why can't you see the light of heaven......

His eyes were filled with darkness.

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