Wei'en forcefully suppressed the tremor in his heart. He didn't dare to follow that line of thought any further!
He felt as though, from a place he could not see, a pair of massive hands were looming over him!
"A marionette..."
A sea breeze swept through Aleksey Port at night, where ships of all kinds were docked.
The pirates remaining on board were chugging beer, singing, dancing, and cheering wildly about something.
At this moment, the red moon's glow meant nothing to them.
Or perhaps, the entire world meant nothing to them. The only things they cared about were whether there was any alcohol left, whether the girls on shore were pliant, and when their own names would resound across the Cordo Sea Region.
But what they didn't know was that a burly pirate with a grim expression was standing on the docks not far away, watching the surging sea, feeling the sea breeze, and silently listening to the surrounding clamor.
