And a middle-aged man whose entire left arm was wrapped in gauze used his remaining right hand to pick up a cigar and puffed out a smoke ring.

Then he said to the sailor who was working beside him:

"That bastard Praline was a little too harsh."

heard him say.

The sailor hasn't spoken yet.

Another rough but helpless voice came from afar:

"It's not like you put too much water in it.

Knowing that the purpose of the Wiltings' trip here was not

Jerome.

In order to prevent Rockefeller from getting the dragon's bones, aren't you afraid of losing too much in this double act between you and Redirgas?"

His figure has arrived

Know this moment.

Only the sailors around him could tell that he was first mate Blake Dennings.

Until now.

"Who knows."

The captain grinned in pain, biting half of his cigar, and showed a meaningful smile:

"perhaps.

It’s hard to say whether it really is the ‘World Tree’ they call it.”

"Are you really not afraid that Rhine will kill me just for a secret that you dare not tell?"

"Rhine is a smart man."

Jerome silently blew out a smoke ring.

"After the white hound gave it to him and I gave enough obvious hints.

You can lose half your hand at most.

Still not dead."

"Old guy, if you break your hand, you'll curse others, right?"

Blake sat carelessly next to Jerome and took a cigar from his cigar box without asking.

"Tell you in advance.

This can’t be considered a reward.”

Immediately afterwards.
Chapter completed!