On this day, they were patrolling the seas on the territory of the Pirate King.

Distance...... Faint light pierces the fog at sea and shines near the horizon.

"It's the stars." Bam Criss said.

"It's a star that represents mortals." The steward said.

As Hisso gave orders, the sailors climbed up and down the three tall masts, busily fiddling with the rigging and the heavy purple sails, and at the bottom, the oarsmen were paddling the side of the two long rows, the deck creaking to one side, and the three-masted galleon turned to the right rudder and prepared to enter the harbor.

Bam Criss stood at the bow of the boat, one hand resting on the bow of the ship.

To be honest, Bamkris didn't know what to wish for, or what awaited under the distant starlight, and the last evening star in the sky was gone...... Only the pair in front of you remained.

"It's two stars."

"Those are two eyes," said the steward, "and perhaps the gods are looking at us." ”

As much of the war has fallen, burned, and reduced to rubble, Bam Criss reminds himself that there really are gods?

"All gods are honored in this world." The steward said as he looked at Bam Criss' slightly confused expression.

"We often say that the gods are above, but everything still needs to be done by man."

"That's true, but it's enough for people to still believe in the existence of the gods." The steward's eyes seemed to brighten, and the distance between his eyes increased.

Bam Criss knew that if the gods answered his prayers, they might be the gods he was looking for, but his prayers seemed increasingly impossible......

The fog receded in front of him, the bow of the ship split the jagged gray curtain, the ship split the gray-green water, the sails were like churning wings, Bamkris heard the screams of seabirds overhead, and at the finger of his finger, a row of rocky ridges rose suddenly from the sea, and the steep slope was covered with pines and spruces, but there was a gap in front of him, where a natural figure of a huge stone stood and his eyes seemed to sparkle.

Its legs were on either side of the gap, each treading a mountain, its broad shoulders looming over the rugged peak, its legs made of boulder the same texture as the black reef where it stood, one of its hands resting on the ridge on its left, fingers pinching a boulder, and the other reaching out to the sky.

This naturally formed stone may have been created by the gods, but the ship was still in the open sea, and as the galleon approached the ridge where the waves crashed, the stone man's body became more and more terrifying, and the pirate king Hissok commanded loudly in a deep voice, and the people continued to work on the rigging, and we had to pass under the stone man's legs, and Bamcris could see the countless arrow holes in the stone, and he could see that his arms and shoulders were stained with speckled stains, which were all seabirds' nests.

The wind and waves drove the ship with all its might, pushing them swiftly towards the isthmus, the double paddles paddling steadily, the water stirring into white foam, and the shadows of the stones obscuring the sky, and for a moment they seemed to be about to crash to pieces on the rocks beneath his feet, and Bam Criss huddled the bow of the ship with the steward, and the water splashed on her face, and the smell was salty, and she had to hold her head high to see the head of the stone.

And then they passed.

The shadows vanished, the pine ridges on either side faded away, the wind weakened, and the ships sailed into a large reef, and in front of them rose another reef, like a spiked fist protruding from the water, and the rock battlements at the top were densely covered with crossbow devices.

"This is the garrison of the Pirate King." It was as if he had arranged for the steward, "There, we can hold this sea." ”

Two paddle boats came up to meet them, like dragonflies gliding on the water, the white oars flew up and down, Bamkris heard a certain captain shouting at them, and then the pirate king Hisso answered loudly, he could not understand the words, and with a loud horn, the two paddle boats parted on both sides, so close that she could even hear the drum beat in the hull, bang, bang,

Then, the oarboats and the arsenal were left behind, and in front of them was a vast expanse of water, like a rippled colored area, and in the middle of the water stood the island, gray and red, another island controlled by the pirate king Hisso.

"There are no walls on this island."

But when Bam Criss told the steward, the other man laughed.

"Our walls are made of wood," he told her, "and our ships are our walls, and we don't need anything else, it's just an island." ”

There was a creak from the deck behind him, and Bamkris turned to find the Pirate King Hissok approaching, dressed in his coat, "The patrol is almost over." He told Bamkris, "I'll go to the docks, pack my things, I'll let the boat down, and the steward will take you ashore."

He said, "Pack your things," but Bamcris didn't have anything but a few clothes.

Before Bamcris was finished, the boats were ready, and on the right was the harbour, which was crowded with docks and docks, not only from fishing boats, but also many rowing boats, and on the left there was another harbour in the distance, separated from it by a protruding low-lying headland.

From where the megalithic figures stand, the whole island does not seem to be small, but as he drew closer, Bamcris found that the island was indeed made up of many small islands, and the stone bridge crossed several waterways, connecting them together, and crossing the harbor, and the gray stone houses were arranged in the alleys, and the houses were built very close together, leaning against each other, and in Bamcrris's opinion, they were very strange, each with two or three floors, but very thin, and the steep roof covered with tiles was like a pointed hat, and there was so little wood, Bamkris realized, The islands here are full of rocks, but lack wood.

They passed under a stone bridge, and on either side of the river some smaller canals joined it, and smaller tributaries joined it, and some houses were built above the river, and the narrow boats in the shape of water snakes entered and exited in the tunnels, and they were not rowed, and men stood at the stern of the boats with baskets, and the propellers wore gray, brown, and dark green cloaks, and besides, Bamcris saw flat-bottomed barges, piled high with boxes and barrels, with twenty crew members on each side of the boat, and peculiar floating houses.

Bam Krisli looked back, the harbor and reef had disappeared from view, and in front of him, tall and burly stone statues lined each other, dressed in brass robes stained with speckled seabird droppings.

"Are they also left by the gods?" Bam Criss asked.

"Perhaps, there are a lot of stone figures in this area, many of them are naturally formed, and some of them are a little fiddling with them, but in general, it seems that they were deliberately made by the gods." The steward replied.

Next was a large brick house, covered with moss, and Bamcris would have thought it was a warehouse if it weren't for the steward's explanation.

They turned a corner, and passed under a bridge, and a small rocky hill appeared on the left, with a windowless dark gray stone temple at the top, and a rock staircase leading from the doorway to the covered pier below.

The crew made a few oars backwards, and the boat hit the stone stake slightly, and he grabbed an iron ring to stabilize the ship for a while.

The pier was darkly lit, the stairs were extremely steep, and the black-tiled houses were pointed, the same as those along the waterways.

At the top were a pair of tall wooden doors, one as white as bones on the left and a faint glow on the right, which somehow reminded Bamcris of a large tree in Dubrovnik.

The rain on the island was moistening the soil, and a few pirate-looking men were digging a pit not far from the shore.

They stepped off the boat, and Bamkris asked, "What are they doing?" ”

The Pirate King Hissoe replied, "An old man is being buried." ”

"The day goes by like this." But the steward sighed on the side, "I wonder what news the morning breeze will bring us tomorrow, what do you say?" ”

When they had dug deep enough, they picked up the corpse of the old man and placed it in it, the old man was short and thin, and after taking off his chain mail, helmet and sword belt, he was as light as a dead leaf, and he had a very disproportionate size for his age, and this unkempt head was scattered, and the body lay at the bottom of the pit, and several of them stood on the edge of the pit.

The air was filled with the smell of water, and they knew it was best to bury the bodies before it rained, when a priest should have been praying at the side, Bamkris thought.

Maybe this old man was a knight in his lifetime? But what does all this have to do with these pirates?

"That's right, he's a mercenary knight, a pirate's mercenary knight, Lord Bamkris, you'll find it ridiculous." The Pirate King Hisso, as if he had seen what Bamcris was thinking, said lightly.

"In the past, I would have laughed at such a knight, how can a knight be loyal to a pirate, even if it is a hired knight, it is a knight, but he is both a knight and an old man." Bam Criss replied.

"When pirates start to pursue fairness and justice, are they still pirates?" Said Hisso, the king of pirates.

Bam Criss couldn't answer this question, he had told himself time and time again that pirates were pirates, and that they would not be changed because of what they had done, let alone be followed and recognized.

But what he had been through now had taught him that pirates had changed his perception, changed people's perceptions, at least in this small area, and that pirates were chasing things other than money, as they say, things that Bamkris would not have imagined if he hadn't seen them with his own eyes.

"Maybe what you call fairness and justice is a little different from what our people say." "But this old man, this mercenary knight is willing to follow us, even to die for us, which shows that what we insist on is recognized and accepted by the people, as the lord said, if we can give people what they need, people will also give us what they need, they need justice, we give them justice, they need justice, we give them justice, they need strength, we give them justice, they need strength, we give them strength. ”

"That's great." Bam Criss couldn't help but admire, the lord hiding in the shadows was like a savior influencing this group of pirates and the pirate king Hisso, the pirates who burned and looted in the past have become messengers of fairness and justice, the world is really upside down and funny.

"He is our savior." "We have come to this point thanks to his guidance, people no longer insult us pirates, no longer fear us pirates, and even willing to travel and settle on our territory, we no longer need to go through the trouble of burning and looting, leaving a stinking reputation, we have land, islands, seas, and support, we can easily create everything, everything is based on the fairness and justice that the Lord said." ”

The steward said, "The nobles and knights of Dubrovnik often talk about fairness and justice, but there are very few people who can really do it, maybe what we pirates do is insignificant, but no matter how small the fairness is fair, no matter how small the justice is also justice, everything we do, people will definitely see it, the old man saw it, so he was willing to follow us and become our mercenary knight, maybe he was the first, but definitely not the last ......"

"Pirates will also have a bright future." Bam Criss laughed at himself, and he lost his place after a big defeat, and he couldn't even compare to a free pirate, so it seems that he is more like a displaced and homeless pirate, he has no direction, no future, only a little luck and prayer in his heart, supporting him, but if Joe Criss really loses at the hands of McCrandell, the Chris family is destroyed, then where does he belong?

There seemed to be a clear path before him: follow the Lord like this group of pirates.

Who is that adult? What plans is he laying out?

It was as if he was in control, and the power and fame of the pirate king Hissok were vaguely close to that of the lord, and such a pirate who was the king would be so willing to submit to that lord.

Could it be that he is really the savior of this world, and that he can really bring fairness and justice to the world, as is everything that happens in this land?

The king of Dubrovnik?

Bamkris is buzzing in his head, the king of Dubrovnik! Everything that Lord did was to become King of Dubrovnik!

Bam Criss had come up with this only answer in his mind, and became more and more convinced that only to become the king of Dubrovnik needed such a large amount of power and conviction, and only to need the support of a nobleman like him.

King Ronnihon does not deserve to inherit the throne, he has no prestige, no strength, no reputation, and once there is a real savior in this world, then the next battle may just begin.

Bamkris knew that even if the war ended, the vesting of the Dubrovnik throne was far from over......