The powerful rifle bullet hit the fish-man in the flank, shattering the hard scales and sprinkling the flesh inside onto the deck.

The darkness of the night still affected the bodyguard's accuracy, and if he hit the head, he might be able to make the monster fall on the spot.

"Bang bang—"

Cleves and Crane's revolvers also fired at the same time, one bullet after another slamming into the fish-man, causing it to scream like a baby.

After eating a lot of pepper, it was obviously still a little dazed, and its two bulging eyes scanned left and right, not knowing where to deal with the enemy first, which gave a few people room to change ammunition, and after a few seconds of silence, two short and one long three guns continued to roar, and the smell of gunpowder and blood permeated the deck.

Seeing this fish-man, who could be regarded as a transcendent creature, staggered under the orderly attack of the three ambushers, Angel shook his head half regretfully and half happily.

It's a pity that this creature, which is likely to correspond to one of the materials of some sequence 9 potions, fell under an ordinary weapon, but fortunately because he didn't have to participate in the battle, and Donna and Denton beside him could enjoy it safely......

Angel's spirit suddenly warns that danger is coming from all around her!

She jerked behind her, a pair of flapped misshapen arms clinging to the ship's side railing not far from her, and the next second, as soon as the arm that grasped the railing was closed, a fish-man more than two meters tall flipped out of the ship and onto the deck.

Its feet were dripping with sea water and thick slime, its scales glistening in the moonlight, and its extremely prominent eyes were fixed on the nearest Denton, who was so frightened that he forgot to scream at the horrible monster.

Smack, smack!

The fish-man approached with a rapid pace, his flippers making a dull sound on the wooden deck, and Angel immediately reached forward with both hands, grabbed the Donna siblings one by one, and pulled them backwards, while she used the reaction force to rush forward and meet the monster that was taller than her.

The smell of the entrails of the cows and sheep on the deck and the smell of the blood of another fish-man aroused the ferocity of the monster, and it looked at Angel who was approaching quickly, and raised its thick arms and slapped it down with the strong wind.

As a transcendent creature, the Fish-Man's strength is by no means comparable to that of ordinary people, and its thick scales give it extremely strong defense, and this simple sweeping and vertical shot can fully show its great strength, which is an invincible killing move in the sea.

It's a pity that it's facing the Sequence 5 Extraordinary.

Angel turned slightly sideways and dodged the slap of the fish-man weighing more than a thousand catties, and the "knight bracelet" in his left hand turned into a slender bone sword, which gently slashed beside its gills with the speed at which the two sides staggered.

In the next second, the fish-man who had half of his neck cut off rushed forward as if he had tripped up, and with a dull sound, he fell on the deck, slid out two meters away before exhausting the kinetic energy of the forward rush, dragging a trail of blood to stop in front of Donna and Danton, who were hugging each other and closing their eyes tightly.

Boom –

With a soft sound as if the knife had been sheathed, the bone sword in Angel's hand returned to his wrist, turning back into the bone bracelet that looked like an artifact unearthed from Baiam, and the small amount of blood stained on the sword lost its support and spilled on the ground, adding a touch of color to the deck covered with sea water and slime.

This weapon is so convenient that even the step of wiping the blood is saved...... Angel thought to herself, looking to the other side of the deck, where out of the shadows came a middle-aged man, dressed in a dark red jacket, wearing a boat-shaped hat on his head, holding an old single-shot handcuff, and his face was full of solemnity.

Was it Captain Erlan Karg, who "gave the speech" at noon, and he saw me make a move?

But it's okay to see it, I didn't show any extraordinary abilities, it's just that the weapon thing is not easy to explain......

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and Angel watched Captain Erlan approach, who squeezed out a smile and said:

"As a captain, I have to guard against all accidents."

He pointed at the fish-man's corpse with his handcuff, but his gaze remained on Angel.

"As a passenger, I don't want any accidents on the journey."

Angel replied that she was not afraid of the captain, but that she was speaking from her heart.

Erlan nodded with satisfaction, kicked over the corpse of the fishman, raised his hand, pulled the trigger, and the huge muzzle of the gun burst out far more than the flame of an ordinary firearm, not far away, the other fishman who was caught by several people and was staggering towards the side of the ship fell down, and the two protruding eyeballs were only blood holes through the head.

This gun is so powerful, it can't be a magical item...... But it may also be just a simple large caliber and sufficient charge, after all, it is a single-shot handcuff.

Angel looked at the weapon in the captain's hand with some curiosity, and at this time, Cleves, Cecil, and Crane came from the other side of the deck, except for Crane, who had already noticed the movement here, the other two bodyguards looked at the corpse of the fishman who fell to the ground in surprise, and the neck was still bleeding.

"It's ...... How could there be another fish-man......" Cleves first looked at Donna and the Denton siblings, and saw that they were safe and sound, before nodding at the captain, "Captain Ayland, thank you for your timely help. ”

"Actually......" Erlan looked sideways at Angel, and when he saw that she shook his head imperceptibly, he immediately changed his words, "...... The knife skills I practiced in the navy were a little rusty, otherwise I would have been able to cut off its head with one sword. ”

He patted the short knife hanging from his waist and replied with a smile.

"According to the rules of the sea, you can challenge the loot first."

Glancing at the neatly edged corpse of the fishman, apparently killed by a single blow, Cleves put the revolver and dagger into its sheath and said respectfully.

Just looking at the record, Captain Erlan also has the right to take the lion's head, not to mention that now that everyone is on his ship, the captain who retired from the Navy shouts, and the sailors of the whole ship will come and throw a few bodyguards into the sea, and they have no room for resistance.

"This one belongs to me, and that one belongs to you," Erlan pointed to the fish-man corpse at his feet and farther away, "and, instead of waiting for the fish-man corpse to come to shore in two days and lose some of its value, how about selling it to me cheaper for 180 pounds?" ”

His gaze swept over the two bodyguards, Klein and Angel, and lingered on the latter two for a long time.

The extraordinary material on the fishman should be able to sell for about 200 pounds, and considering the advantage of taking cash directly, this price is obviously beyond Cleves's expectations, and he raised his eyebrows and quickly nodded in agreement.

"'Just Ayrlan', the rumors in the sea are really good."

The former adventurer muttered, his body completely relaxed.

At this time, the Donna siblings, who were frightened by the fish-man's teeth and claws, approached closely, Denton squatted down and studied the fish-man corpse on the ground with some curiosity, and Donna looked at Angel thoughtfully.

Suddenly, she smiled brightly, followed Angel's movements, and put her finger up in front of her mouth, signaling that she would keep her promise during the day and keep her secret.

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In the large open space in front of the deck, several crew members laid out fireproof asbestos blankets, set up a wide grill, spread the sliced fish belly meat on the iron rack, lit a charcoal fire and began to bake, and next to a small oil pan, fried a large piece of fish ribs.

The first-class chef was called out from the warm bed to prepare the day's supper for the captain and a few passengers who had just participated in the battle, and he skillfully mixed the seasoning mixed with pepper, sea salt, fennel and other spices with sweet and sour lemon juice, and spread the fragrance of the fish with the sea breeze, so that Klein and the others who were sitting in the makeshift seats could not help but swallow their saliva.

"Taste these first, the best part of the fish-man, on land, even the nobles don't have a chance to eat this fresh delicacy."

Captain Ellan came with a tray of tender flesh as thin as a cicada's wing, which he had sliced with his knife from the cheek under the fishman's eyes.

"Eat it raw?"

Donna, who was sitting next to Angel, asked with some confusion.

"It's not tender when it's baked."

The captain replied, picking up a slice first, throwing it into his mouth, and chewing it exaggeratedly a few times, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Seeing him eating like this, several adults reached out and grabbed the plate, without any seasoning, eating the fishman's cheek meat raw.

Angel also pinched a slice, and put it in her mouth with some hesitation, and was instantly impressed by this silky taste with a faint salty taste, she learned to chew exaggeratedly like Irlan, but accidentally swallowed the delicious piece of meat into her stomach, and quickly reached for the tray again.

"Here, give it a try."

She grabbed the second slice of meat, resisted the urge to stuff it into her mouth, and handed it to Donna beside her, whose eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, her face wrinkled, and she caught the slice like a bird waiting to be fed, chewing slowly, her brow gradually stretching.

"It's delicious! Denton, try it too! ”

A few people quickly swept away the precious cheek meat, and some of them looked at the grill with some unsatisfied thoughts, wondering what kind of delicious food would be next.

Angel left his seat at the beckoning of Captain Erlan's eyes and walked into a corner away from everyone.

"Here's your share, it's 230 pounds."

Erlan pulled an envelope out of the inside pocket of his coat and handed it to Angel.

£230...... This takes into account the extraordinary properties of a fish-man, as well as all the possible benefits of other parts that contain spirits. The fairness or generosity of this "just Erlan" is because he can't see my strength, so he deliberately shows favor and avoids conflict with me?

Angel knew this, and without refusal, he took the envelope and opened it in front of Erlan, counted it carefully, and put it in his pocket.

"Thank you for your generosity, Captain Ellan."

She expressed her gratitude for the windfall.

"I hope you're satisfied, Miss Thatch," the captain smiled faintly, "May I ask you what your true destination is?" ”

You guys...... It seems that the captain counted Klein, no, Gelman Sparrow......

Angel looked sideways at the table and chairs next to the barbecue, where Crane was studying the moonlight with a bottle of golden-red wine, but his gaze was sneaking over.

"Just going on vacation to Byam, me and him."

She replied honestly.

"Then I wish you all a great holiday."

Erlan nodded with an unchanged expression.

Then he and Angel returned to the round table in the middle of the deck, just as the chef also served a large plate of fried fish ribs, their skin was crispy, the inside was soft, and Angel couldn't help but sniff because of the heat of the fat and the salty aroma of it.

She sat back between Crane and Donna, and looked in amazement at the glass of wine that had been poured in front of her, which was the golden-red wine that Crane had just studied.

"Sunia blood wine, good taste."

Klein succinctly.

Looking at Cleves and Cecil on the other side of the table with a smile at each other, Angel tilted her head in confusion.

(End of chapter)