Chapter 153 - 122: Fragrance Overflowing

On the sea, not far from the port.

Gray Teeth emerged from the water, scrambling onto the deck of the small cargo ship.

The short man with sinister eyes glanced back at the storm on the shore. Panting heavily, he walked into the cabin, only to find the crew aggressively venting at a heavily made-up woman.

"All of you get up! Quit playing with those cheap whores!"

Gray Teeth shouted angrily, "Hurry up and pull up the anchor, we have to get out of here!"

"First mate, are we leaving in such a hurry?"

A bald sailor lifted his head, reluctantly releasing his grip on the soft flesh. "We just got here, and it’s not even report time as the boss said."

It was a rare day to relax during their scouting trip, and he just wanted to unwind a little.

"Everyone saw Lord Roland bringing in a batch of Feis girls."

The bald sailor licked the scar on the corner of his mouth, a greedy desire flashing in his eyes. "The weather isn’t good today, maybe we should wait a bit..."

Smack!

Gray Teeth stepped forward and swung a hard slap with all his might across the man’s face.

The bald man was instantly dizzy, holding his face with a hint of resentment in his eyes. "You..."

"Damn you! Open your eyes and look! Fley! This is not a bad weather! This is clearly Eleanor’s doing!"

Gray Teeth cursed loudly, his tone exceedingly anxious. "The King of Pirates summons storms in this endless sea, in cahoots with the Ark Lord! If she recognizes us, we’re doomed!"

The pirates all changed their expressions.

They hastily pulled up their pants, scrambling up onto the deck.

"King of Pirates? What pirates? You haven’t paid yet!"

The woman, bruised and battered, scrambled up, clutching her chest, eyes wide open.

At this moment, she finally realized something was wrong. These crew members weren’t ordinary sailors; they were pirates disguised as a merchant team!

The woman shrieked, "Let me off this ship—"

Bang!

Fley swiftly knocked out the prostitute who had been lured aboard with a few coins. He hit hard, seemingly venting his own hatred.

A rare woman, and he hadn’t had enough fun yet. There would be enough time to kill her after getting bored halfway through.

Steam began to drive the paddlewheel, and the small cargo ship quickly turned its bow, disappearing off the crowded coastline.

The world grew dim, and dense mist gradually enveloped the sky. As the wall of fog rose high, Gray Teeth finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Though the passage through Fog Strait was quite narrow, the rules for this route were rather peculiar, as each ship’s passage was unique.

The eerie mist seemed capable of discerning whether the mariners entering the route were together. Even if ships from the Alliance and Empire sailed close into the Fog Strait, only one would remain in the channel.

In any case, as long as they slipped inside here, they would be safe.

"Gray Teeth first mate, are we just going back empty-handed?"

Then, a pirate voiced a dissatisfied complaint, "You know the boss’s temper; useless guys are bound to be punished."

Gray Teeth remained silent, pacing restlessly.

The fool of a subordinate wasn’t wrong this time, he was only the third in command under Gray Shark. If he didn’t perform well, the boss would definitely replace him.

"Hmph, though the Ark Kingdom isn’t easy prey, it doesn’t mean we haven’t gathered valuable information."

Gray Teeth reassured his sailors, "As long as we explain things clearly, maybe the boss will even reward us!"

The pirates remained silent, coldly waiting for further explanation from the first mate.

"I just took a glance; the Black-winged Calamity Master is using her abilities to transport deep-sea relics through a strange rift in the sky. The dignified King of Pirates willingly acts as the Ark’s dog, that Doragon must have some weakness caught by Lord Roland..."

Gray Teeth meticulously recalled the details on the shore, a malicious gleam twinkling in his eyes:

"Eleanor, the lunatic, has been reduced to land. Most importantly, I didn’t see her Black Wing at the shore! Think about it; how could a Doragon, who loathes land so much, possibly abandon their ship?"

He spat, confidently declaring, "I suspect the Black-winged Calamity Master has run into big trouble. Our captain can certainly sell this information ahead of time! The other Pirate Kings won’t spare this chance to eliminate the threat!"

"I see now, I understand..."

"As expected of the first mate! So knowledgeable!"

"I knew following you wouldn’t go wrong!"

The pirate lackeys chattered, listening to their subordinates’ praise. Gray Teeth nodded in satisfaction.

There was a reason he made it to first mate.

Only Fley silently walked to the bow of the ship, listening to the others praising Gray Teeth, the hatred in his eyes growing more intense.

Sooner or later, I will replace you and claim the title of ’Gray Teeth’...

Fley felt stifled, staring at the sea in resentment when he suddenly froze.

"Oh right, while I was busy gathering intelligence,"

Not far away, Gray Teeth remembered something and turned to everyone, coldly inquiring, "How did the supply task assigned to you go?"

The pirates exchanged looks, and after a moment, someone quietly replied.

"First mate, the port of Seagull City is managed too strictly..."

He reported honestly, "Those kingdom guards clutching treasured weapons have eyes like hawks. We can’t take advantage of the chaos on land."

"You useless bunch!"

Gray Teeth scolded in frustration. The indulgent scene he thought of again fueled his fury even more.