Not everyone is afraid when it comes to death – but everyone is different.

Because most people subconsciously think back to their entire lives – like Trist and Graves now.

The two good friends are not very afraid, but they both regret it a little.

What was the reason for the previous break, in fact, both of them knew it.

It's not so much because a failure is a ten-year prison sentence, but because of the refusal to admit defeat between good friends.

Trist's nimble and slick and Graves' bold decisiveness complement each other, but only if they communicate effectively.

And one of the two guys can't use his brain to speak, and the other can't speak well, so he is destined to cause disputes and cause trouble.

But these disputes suddenly become worthless in the face of death.

There was even a moment when both Trist and Graves had the same thought—"It would have been nice if I had listened to him before." ”

But fortunately, there seems to be a chance now.

When a pair of good friends are tied up with the artillery, Graves pulls out a few cards from his broken pocket.

It's Trist's card with magic that Graves doesn't understand.

The cards were picked up by Graves during the battle - he was supposed to use these sharp cards to give Trist the final blow.

The pirates seem to know something about Trist, and they strip him of almost all of his clothes and loot all of his cards.

But no one came to search for Graves - maybe because Graves seemed honest, or maybe because Graves had swam to slaughter the docks, and his body was in tatters and smelled of sea monster blood, so the pirates were reluctant to do it.

Now, it dawned on Graves that it seemed like a better decision to give the cards to Trist, and that maybe the slippery could slip away with them.

As for hate......

After Graves ran out of bullets, the hatred thing was boring.

After all, before the two became enemies, they were good friends for ten years.

While the guards were showing off the gorgeous hat that Trist had taken off his head, Graves handed the card to Trist.

"Remember to get me some cigars at the annual memorial service, and ask for Forgiveness for Rhema - don't make fun of Demacia's garbage."

Graves, who had a blue nose and a swollen face, barely smiled, how funny it looked.

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But in Triste, who took over the card, the smile wasn't funny at all.

Yes, Graves has always been like this - although he doesn't like to use his brain sometimes, but at least he is responsible.

At this point, even those who despise Graves immensely have to admit it.

This is a tough guy.

In fact, although Trist looks a little more embarrassed now, most of that comes from the reason why he was robbed of his clothes and searched his body, unlike Graves, who has actually been punched and kicked, Trist himself has almost no substantive problems other than a little lack of energy and no spell casting materials.

While the pirates guarding him showed off his loot, Trist quietly took the cards handed over by Graves.

Familiar touch, familiar rune flow, familiar Lady Luck breath.

Trist tucked the card into the cuff of his underwear.

On the high stage, Planck, who had gathered most of Bilgewater's people, was excitedly giving his speech.

To Trist, Planck's speech was clumsy and incendiary—but the pirates here still ate his foaming hand......

Trist shivered at the sea breeze.

Now that the cards are in hand, the question is what to do next.

Just go away?

Trist can guarantee that if he starts teleporting himself when the cannon starts to sink underwater, he will be able to escape from the pirates' field of sight.

And the price is that Graves will be finished.

In order to prevent the two men from escaping, the pirates tied them up in chains - Trist even felt that his lungs were squeezed, and Graves was only worse off than he was.

If he didn't come to the rescue, Graves would be dead.

But if you want to save him...... How can I save it?

Trist felt he needed a lock-picking tool.

Glancing at the chain that bound Graves, the lock was really big enough.

The master key in the usual sense is simply not usable, and the pin hidden in the hair is difficult to open.

Trist looked around, and after being slapped by the guarded pirate, he found what he needed.

Planck's dagger, the target of his previous theft.

The size seems to be just right.

Just as Trist had determined his goal, Planck finally finished his clumsy speech, striding over to the cannon and stomping on its heavy body.

"Goodbye, unlucky bastard—remember to say hello to Lady Beard on my behalf!"

The heavy cannon fell to the dock, and with the long iron chain and the two good friends tied to the chain, fell into the stinking, icy water.

At the same time, Trist activates his own cards.

A familiar sense of oppression, a familiar breath of fate.

The teleportation went well!

The light flashed, and as the pirates cheered, Trist appeared behind Planck.

Planck's guards didn't even realize what was happening, when three razor-sharp cards streaked across their necks - the last of Trist's stock.

The next moment, when Planck drew his waist knife and slashed at him, Trist leaned back, ignoring the filth of the docks, and calmly swiped past the scourge of the sea.

He also took the dagger with his hand.

When Planck angrily pulled out his musket, Trist grabbed the end of the chain and had jumped into the cold, foul-smelling waters again.

"Hopefully Graves' swimming skills are as good as he boasts about – I can't swim anyway."

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Lady Beard is an honorific term given to Naga Kapoulos by believers (including those who are pan-believers who only mean the meaning).