Graves widened his eyes, unable to believe that Drizzt had really abandoned him on the burning cargo ship.

After calling twice without a response, he had to come to the rooftop to prepare to jump into the sea.

"Good girl, I don't have time to dress you. When I get ashore, I will definitely take good care of you." Graves first said to himself to fate. He couldn't help but say something during the tense time to relieve psychological pressure.

She took her into the water without wrapping a tarp on her. Graves felt like she was wasting her resources, but this time she had no choice.

"Are you ready? I don't know if you can swim, but we can grab the floating wooden ladders." Graves said to Lucky again. It would be fine if Drizzt took one step first, but he forgot to bring Lucky with him and let it soak in the sea water with him.

"Ji!" Lucky suddenly fell into his palm and got into his arms to take out the blue card that Drizzt had given him.

The blue card was held in its mouth, and the picture of the eyes in the middle shone brightly. Graves saw countless influences beginning to appear in front of his eyes, and a huge sense of oppression followed, almost pressing him to the ground.

Is this teleportation?

He was shocked and fortunately activated the magic on Drizzt's blue card!

As a sensation hit his heart, the picture in front of Graves began to tear apart, and his body swayed violently. The frenzied light and shadow made him blind, and he couldn't help but close his eyes. Then a strong sense of dizziness passed, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself on a reef exposed to the sea.

"Unbelievable, you really did it?"

The sudden sound almost made Grayfos volley, and then he realized that it was Drizzt, and raised his head to meet his suspicious gaze. He didn't like Drizzt's eyes now, as if he was looking at another person.

"How can you assume that I can't use a few broken cards without authorization?" Graves was so angry that his teeth were itchy, and Drizztren looked down on him. The sequelae of teleportation began to appear. Graves felt a torn headache, and it seemed like an octopus was stuffed into his head, so he was too lazy to compete with him.

"Why are you here too?" he asked.

"It seems we've thought of going together this time," said Drizzt.

"It's so unlucky for anyone to think of you." Graves wanted to spit at the sea, but with a strong sense of dizziness, the saliva quickly developed into a fierce vomiting.

He originally wanted to praise Drizzt's blue card for being easy to use at critical moments (rugged = man, Bilgewater's oral habits), but now he only wants to give bad reviews and bad reviews.

"It's so disgusting. I haven't taken a shower for a few days. You fainted from luck..." Drizzt held back the nausea and took luck back from Grayfos. He didn't exaggerate. The little guy really fainted completely. His eyes turned into shape, and his tongue was hanging from his mouth and couldn't be taken in.

It was not dizzy, but before that, it was dizzy because of the confusion of space caused by teleportation.

After squatting and vomiting for a while, Grayfos felt much better.

"Is the doom girl still here?"

"Of course." Drizzt pulled the black crystal-wrapped leather from his coat. "With it, it would make Captain Doom pay us a lot of money, and how could I lose it."

"What are you going to do when you get the money?"

"Go to buy a hat first, my hat fell on the boat." Drizzt turned around and looked at the ship burning on the sea hundreds of meters away. Explosions came from inside the cabin from time to time, and flames rose.

"Then what."

"I will go and repair a noodles, and then save money to find the shepherd to book a chessboard, otherwise it wouldn't be a big deal to run to the Doom Manor. If I get too close to that woman, I will be targeted by other gangs sooner or later."

"Don't you go have a drink?"

"Didn't you just vomit?" Drizzt looked at Grayfos in surprise.

"What a big deal." Graves said indifferently, and he always had to drink it after finishing a order.

"Then let's go."

...

Shortly after Drizzt and Grayfos left, clouds enveloped the sea area and brought about a strong storm. Under the heavy rain, the fire of the ships quickly weakened and finally completely extinguished, choking black smoke.

The dim sky, a lightning-torn sky, brightened the sea surface, and made a dark ship shadow appear at the end of the sea.

It sailed through the wind and waves in the storm and sailed towards the stolen ship. It held the ragged sail, but its speed was faster than the wave-breaking boat with a full sail. It was covered in black air, and it looked extremely gloomy, like a ghostly phantom.

The ghost ship arrived next to the charred skeleton. The rain wet the decayed deck, and there was no one on the bumpy deck. Without breaking down, the ship actually stopped steadily on the sea surface, but the waves were rising and falling but it was still motionless.

A sturdy figure appeared on the deck of the ghost ship. He walked leisurely on the charred skeleton and walked around the broken warehouse, as if looking for something.

Passing through the wreckage of the ground, he walked into the destroyed gunpowder storage room. Looking at the gunpowder that had turned into scorched marks, he suddenly clenched his fists. It was not difficult to see that one of his hands was transparent, taking a ghostly form.

The gunpowder on the ship was originally to be transported to him, so it appeared in such a remote sea. But now, it has been intercepted and the gunpowder in a warehouse has been harmed!

The man shook his hand angrily and left the broken warehouse, but on the way back, he heard a very faint gasp.

He followed the gasp and found the only survivor on the ship. The dying mad shark was pressed against the collapsed wooden board and moaned unconsciously.

"Mad Shark?" The man made a surprised voice, obviously he didn't expect to meet someone he knew here. He squatted down and easily moved hundreds of kilograms of heavy objects with one hand, turning the Mad Shark out of it.

The shark man's body was severely burned, his skin was rolled up, and the large area of ​​scars on his chest were soaked in rain. Even if he survived here, he would not escape the infection. Without any signs, the man inserted his entire ghost hand into his chest.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The mad shark let out a cry of pain in his rebirth. It felt its heart be held in a cold paw and squeezed it hard like squeezing the moisture of anemones.

As the heartbeat disappeared, the crazy shark's struggle completely failed.

Strangely, when he died, a tall transparent ghost appeared in his body, exactly the same as the dead mad shark.

"Tell me, who made all this." The man asked in a commanding tone.

"Drizzt...Grayfus..." After rebirth, the crazy shark's eyes were still brutal and bloodthirsty, but he lost the inspiration that existed as a life. He seemed not used to his current form, and his voice was intermittent, as if there were fish bones stuck in his throat.

"It's them again!"

The man suddenly stood up, like a giant statue rising from the abyss, with a face turning into a terrible scarlet red due to his rage. He looked at the ghost of the mad shark, his hands tightly clenched, and his beard shaking on his lips.
Chapter completed!