They all call me master

Barry and Albert stood on the side of the gangway of the deck of the Orient.

A small wooden boat was being lowered from here.

On the boat sat the guests of the Orient.

"Dear guests, the dinner of the Orient will start on time at 8 o'clock. If possible, please return to the Orient before 8 o'clock.

Of course, if you come back late, we will leave food for you.

At the same time, as the first mate of the Orient, I assure you that the sailors of the Orient are at the dock of Westrond. If you encounter any trouble, please inform the sailors. We will help you solve everything within our duties."

As the first mate of the Orient, Albert exhorted every guest who landed on the small boat.

And every guest responded with a smile.

These guests would not doubt Albert's words at all.

Because they saw those sailors with their own eyes.

Each one looked very reliable.

Although the boatswain looked a little lazy.

"Well done.

Albert, you will soon be a qualified captain!"

Barry said with a smile.

Albert smiled bitterly.

This civilian-born first mate was forced to do this job. Barry, the captain, should have done this job.

But Barry gave it to him directly.

This made Albert understand that Barry was really about to retire.

And him?

He was really blessed by the goddess of luck.

No!

He was blessed by the big boss.

Subconsciously, the young first mate looked at the top of the "Orient".

There, their big boss was holding the fat orange and looking at the sunset.

As if noticing his gaze, their big boss lowered his head and smiled at them.

Immediately, the young first mate bowed respectfully.

Barry on the side did the same.

Even, Barry, who was about to retire, was more respectful than the first mate next to him.

After all, the captain knew more.

Watching the two bowing, Arthur, holding Pendragon, walked from one terrace to another with great ‘self-awareness’.

He didn’t want to disturb the two crew members’ rest time.

“Want to go to Westrond for fun?

I know a bar with hot strippers!”

As Arthur left, Barry immediately invited Albert.

“No, I…”

“Then let’s go to another bar, where the male strippers are hot!”

Albert, who was born a civilian, immediately refused, but was interrupted by Barry before he spoke.

Immediately, the young first mate smiled bitterly.

He knew that his senior and boss had the nickname ‘Big Mouth’.

But it was not until this time that he finally realized that this nickname was not in vain.

However, it was obvious that the young first mate still underestimated ‘Big Mouth’ Barry.

"Nothing works?

Then do you want to try something else?

For example: the story of the goose!

When I was a crew member, I saw that very special performance once..."

Barry put his arm around Albert's shoulders and whispered.

After a moment, Albert was shocked.

"What?"

"Don't be surprised, this is normal. Not everyone is rich. Goose can also be considered, and even sheep!

I tell you!"

Facing the shocked junior, 'Big Mouth' Barry taught carefully.

Such words should only be heard by two people.

However, the two of them could not understand the power of the mysterious side.

At least, Arthur and Old John could hear it.

Old John sneered at this.

Goose? Sheep?

What's that?

At that time, they were just a piece of meat.

And Arthur?

While listening with his ears erect, he covered Pendragon's ears with his hands.

"As a pure little kitten, you can't listen to such a story, you will be defiled."

Meow?

Pendragon's face wrinkled inward, like an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

It knew that its owner was using it to relieve stress.

In response...

Pendragon rubbed his owner.

Then, the kitten's eyes looked at the dense forest on the side of the river bank, where there was a strange airflow, and even a hint of malice.

Arthur noticed Pendragon's expression and immediately smiled.

It was obvious that the griffin's physique and spirituality worked.

And when the faint smell of blood appeared, Arthur hugged Pendragon and whispered-

"The show begins!"

...

Freeman, who disappeared from the treetops, clearly locked onto a malicious cavalryman with the blood fighter's quasi-mystical ability.

Without any skills, relying on brute force and claws, Freeman directly twisted the cavalryman's neck.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the sharp claws cut off the head like a knife.

Blood spurted out like a fountain.

Freeman's face, neck, and chest were all drenched in blood.

Rich flavor.

Long-lost flavor.

Sweet flavor.

Freeman, who had been suppressing his bloodthirsty nature in the rat alley of South Los, suddenly burst into crazy laughter--

"Hahaha!

It's sunny today!"

An arrow flew through the air, and Freeman raised his hand to catch the arrow, but the huge force and hidden power still caused a slight scar on Freeman's palm.

The scarlet that belonged to him mixed with the original scarlet, and Freeman laughed even more happily.

"Fuck, it's so strong!"

With a crazy laugh, Freeman raised his hand and threw the arrow back.

At the same time, he pounced on the knight who was swinging his sword at him.

There was no dodge, and the long sword was caught by Freeman.

Ignoring the situation that the sword blade almost cut his palm completely, Freeman, with a condescending attitude, hit the helmet of the knight in front of him with his forehead.

Bang!

It was like a sledgehammer that flattened the helmet, and the blood plasma mixed with meat residue in the gap of the helmet sprayed out directly, just like a squashed tomato.

"I won't lose! I won't lose!"

Freeman shouted while licking the blood.

Suddenly, the wound on his palm began to recover rapidly.

Blood fighters, even new blood fighters, still have all kinds of incredible powers.

Feeling his own changes, Freeman laughed even more crazily. He covered his face with both hands, leaned back, and his body was exaggeratedly parallel to the ground.

Everyone who saw this scene would think that he had met a madman.

Catherine was like this.

The saint of the "Pain Church" snorted coldly.

"Kill this madman."

Facing the saint's order, the Knights of Disaster launched a charge together.

Da Da Da!

The unique charge sound of the cavalry sounded, just like a war drum, imposing, frightening, and unconsciously retreating.

But Freeman, who was laughing crazily, didn't care at all, he was still laughing.

Madman!

The people of the Church of Pain became more and more certain, but only Amur could see clearly that between the fingers of the hand covering his face, the scarlet eyes were bloodthirsty but extremely calm.

That was the cold-bloodedness of waiting for the prey to step into the trap.

Freeman counted silently in his heart -

Three, two, one...

Boom!