Perhaps it is because Blue Flame Island does not have tall mountains that can block the cold winds going south.

At night, it started raining again in Bilgewater.

The wind is very cold, and it brings coldness from the ocean, making people completely unwilling to stay outside for even a minute in such a ghostly weather night.

But at this moment, at the port of Bilgewater, the profit-seeking merchants closed early because of this ghost weather, but there were still a few people holding umbrellas at the port, not knowing what they were waiting for.

The rain is not very heavy, holding an umbrella of the right size is enough to block it.

The raindrops hit the umbrella one by one, one by one.

The click-and-click makes people feel a little anxious.

I was also a little anxious when I waited.

"It's so late, why haven't you come back yet?" One of the men holding the umbrella spoke. He had a kind and wealthy face belonging to a businessman. The wind and frost in middle age made his forehead wrinkle. At this moment, he frowned, making the wrinkles deeper, like something unforgettable spell.[

"No accident will happen?" Another person also spoke. His appearance was as despair as his words, his eyes were full of stinginess, his stingy eyes, his stingy smell of stinginess, and his true face was a traitor.

"Impossible, my uncle was surprised this time. With a thunder blow, Planck would never be able to react." The middle-aged man with deep wrinkles frowned even more and more, as if he was thinking about some possible reason to stop the return journey. "Is it because the fog on the sea delayed?"

"Impossible, such a little fog, it is absolutely impossible to hinder the itinerary." The man with a traitor and business appearance shook his head, "Can't it...is there really a sea monster, right?"

"Don't say anything randomly." The middle-aged man scolded, "Uncle will be fine, he will come back, and..."

"Yes, then Lord Ferguson will lead us to unify the entire Blue Flame Island." The 'Raishou's face immediately became flattering. "At that time, hehe, Floran, you want..."

"Okay, it's not the time to talk about this." The middle-aged man called Floran said hard again, "Woody, are your people ready?"

"Yes, of course, you can do it anytime. Just wait for Lord Ferguson to come back." The 'traitor' businessman named Houdy nodded quickly, "Actually...why don't we start first? Anyway..."

"No, what did my uncle say? Everything must be done according to the plan. There must be no mistakes in this matter." Floran shook his head repeatedly. "You must confirm that it is really successful before you can win it in one fell swoop, and the thunder sweeps the "aper"."

"Okay..." Houdy shrugged her shoulders a little embarrassedly, "To be honest, it seems that some big fat sheep passed by those pirates today. They all went out to loosen their bones."

"What did you say?!" Floran, who had been looking at the dark sea, suddenly turned around and stared at Woody.

"I..." Houdy was startled by Floran's reaction, and he subconsciously swallowed, "Nothing, it's just those pirates..."

"Go back. Immediately." Floran's expression became colder, and his forehead wrinkles loosened. They were tense, like a scar that had been around for years.

"Back...for..." Woody didn't react.

"What's wrong." Floran had turned around and walked back. In order to rush, he drove the servant who was holding an umbrella for him and started running quickly. "Houdy, go back to your place immediately, wait for my orders at any time, and prepare to do it."

"Ah?" Houdy felt puzzled.[

The umbrella hit by the rain was louder.

Clip-click.

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at the same time.

Bilgewater.

Strong wine and fire "medicine".

Chen Senranzheng, who was supposed to be floating on the sea, sat comfortably at a wine table, drinking a glass of light ale comfortably.

In front of him, Graves sat with the crazy Draven, looking at him.

He did not bring the little fishman back.

Children, don't see too much blood.

"Are you ready?" Chen Senran poured the last little liquid into his throat and placed the cup on the table.

"At any time," Graves raised the magical spear and held it on his shoulders with ease.

"Draven, kill someone, hahahahahahaha!!!" The crazy Draven continued to speak madly, and raised two newly created strange axes and flew like juggling in his hands.

A terrifying axe wind blew.

"Very good." Chen Senran nodded, and he stood up from his seat, "I'll rely on you two tonight, so don't embarrass me."

He walked straight to the door, opened the tavern door, and raised something toward the night rainy sky.

A magic launcher device contains a gorgeous magic fireworks.

Fireworks for war.

Cleaning fireworks.

Bleeding fireworks.

He was sent back by Planck to preside over this cleaning.

Now, the time has come.

Chen Senran took a deep breath, and the air with the raindrops made him feel energetic. He sighed: "It's such a rain, it's just right...it can wash away the smell of blood."

"Take--" the device is turned on.

"小--" fires "生".

"Bang—" The beautiful fireworks burst into blooming in the humid night, emitting a brighter white light.

That bright, like...

"Bang--"

Almost at the moment the fireworks bloomed, all the pirates who remained in Bilgewater subconsciously raised their heads.

Then, they held the knife in their hands tightly.

because.

Dawn has arrived.

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When fireworks bloom.

Floran was riding in the carriage rushing back, and as time moved little by little, his heart was sinking little by little.

The pirates suddenly dispatched...

"Sir, Lord Floran." At this moment, his coachman interrupted his contemplation, his voice more anxious.

"What's the matter?" Floran was a little impatient, but he still suppressed his anger. Because he knew that he, a servant who had been with him for eighteen years, had always known his heart best.

He would never disturb himself for reasons.

"Sir, the sky, look at the sky." The coachman replied in a panic.

Sky?

Floran was shocked and immediately lifted the curtain of the car and looked out.

I saw that the originally dark place above the sky was dazzling.

The dazzling light shines directly on the tiny bits of the flying raindrops.

This is……

"Quick, I'm going back soon." Floran's heart sank to the lowest point.

He vaguely felt that something big happened.

uncle……

The coachman stopped talking nonsense and whipped the horse whip hard, moaning repeatedly, and the whole car was almost about to fly.

But even so, Floran still felt slow.

Because he was so uneasy.

"A little faster, a little faster,..." Floran suddenly stopped his cry.

Because the carriage stopped.

"Locke, what's wrong?" He called the driver's name.

"Sir..." Locke's tone was a little solemn.

"After all..." Floran opened the curtain impatiently and looked ahead.

This is a narrow alley, so narrow that it can only accommodate a carriage. It is probably a shortcut that Locke took to rush the road.

At this moment, there is only one road ahead. It is the entrance of the alley, not far away.

And the entrance of the alley was blocked at this moment.

A carriage.

An old carriage.

A carriage with a thin red horse.

The dim magic light at the entrance of the alley reflected the old face of the carriageman.

"How about it, I'll say, the red lightning can definitely do it." The curtain of the car was lifted, and Graves jumped out of the car first.
To be continued...