In the dungeon.
"Sergeant is a core mber of Doringger; you’d best not harbor any strange ideas."
Fen reminded Mika, who seed puzzled. Mika had been with so many, he should’ve beco an expert collector, yet he remained enthusiastic about ’that matter,’ which was quite remarkable. He could be said to have the heart of an innocent; despite years of visiting brothels, he still returned as a youth.
"Heh, you’ve had your fun and eaten your fill, even been with every noble’s daughter, it’s easy for you to talk. I, Mika, yearn for a sincere love. With love, it’s even more thrilling," Mika remarked.
Fen’s eyelid twitched. In the end, it was all about the thrill, damn it!
"Back then, the cannons on the Sea God were already firing... I was busy going to support. I never expected this woman to survive."
Ernie too marveled at Chiyoda’s fortune, this shaless white-haired woman whose upper body was only covered with a wrap to prevent the horny jailers from getting seduced and killed by her. They still clothed her in a coarse hemp garnt.
It seed that because she cultivated Qigong, she was able to endure such lethal injuries and also recovered quickly, a veritable superwoman of the Far East Islands.
This woman didn’t know much; she was just a re Guest under Doringger.
"Better save your breath, even if I were to beco a Star Crossbow, I’d choose this little brother here."
With her skills, Chiyoda road everywhere, seen much and was well-inford, far from a naïve young girl’s disposition. Knowing her plight, she winked at Fen, throwing a coquettish gaze.
"You really should die! You really should!" Mika finally lost his composure, despairing at this superficial world, "You shaless brothel floozy, give the drug!"
Mika had lost all reason. "If I, Mika, were not born, it would be endless night forever. The Far Moon Ten Masters appear uninvited, how discourteous!"
"I advise you not to do that; the thing might just explode on you."
Ernie had fought with Chiyoda and knew her capabilities; she was no ordinary person and could indeed explode. He had also clashed with so Qi Gong Masters from the Far East Islands. Those people were extrely skilled; they would drink ordinary poison as though it were nothing. The doctor was likely referring to so kind of aphrodisiac, which would not work on her.
"Really?" Mika was genuinely shocked, feeling a phantom pain from his tal Gear.
What a waste of such a hot item. Chiyoda, always sparsely dressed, preferred the motto "if you can go without, then go without."
Since they couldn’t get anything out of Chiyoda, Fen shifted focus to the Sergeant, whose arm was missing and who once belonged to the Witch Hunting Secret Departnt.
"Do you know soone nad Marcus?"
Fen asked him.
The training the Sergeant had undergone made him resistant to any torture or interrogation, useless unless it was a psychological attack. Unless he wanted to speak, no thod would work.
Fen didn’t know about Marcus’s resurrection or the so-called "Dragon Lord’s True Prophecy."
Liszt believed that if he couldn’t handle sothing, there was no need to inform the others. What good would knowing do? It might cause unnecessary worry.
"Where did you learn that na?"
The Sergeant finally spoke a sentence after three days, shocking both Ernie and Yiremu. Since being imprisoned, the man had quietly resigned himself to a corner, moving only during al tis, as if he were already dead.
"We’ve fought with him, skilled in Object Manipulation Magic and Wood Elent Magic, master in swordsmanship, right?"
Fen spoke of Marcus.
The Sergeant’s brows furrowed; all this happened decades ago, with all records sealed away a long ti ago. Knowing this could only an he had seen the actual person.
"If you’re still alive, then he must be dead, the world is one less of a nace. I will answer one of your questions," replied the Sergeant.
He showed no sentint toward his forr comrade. Under Ogne Heinrich’s violent rule, the people of the Witch Hunting Secret Departnt beca executioners against their will due to fear of their superior. During that ti, anything killable was slaughtered.
Each person bore irredeemable grave sins.
"One question is fine... Where was the Sea God constructed?"
Fen guessed that Doringger definitely had a secret island not marked on any map, using just those two docks on the island they couldn’t have built that thing.
Doringger had many military garrison islands in the East Sea, all of which were uninhabited islands that were later renovated. Qi Liwenkui and the forty thousand Golden Dragons to cover up, those were the people from the garrison islands, and Doringger’s assorted allies from every social stratum.
On the other side, Mo’er’s heart had leapt into his throat, this human wouldn’t really spill the beans, could he?
Sergeant chuckled lightly, these people really did have brains, to pick such a crucial question.
"It’s not at Heaven Port, there is a place on the map where no one asks about it, extrely remote, the coordinates are..."
Before the Sergeant could finish,
"Have you gone senile? So damn foolish, the only reason you haven’t been killed is because of what you have stored in that head of yours, if you say it, you’ll die imdiately!"
Mo’er started to scream and shout; he must not let the Sergeant speak.
"Since you know, that Magician is of no value then. Senior, please do the honor of dispatching that Sutured Face Magician."
Fen spoke to Ernie.
He had always rembered Mo’er’s ridicule from two months ago.
Ernie nodded, his Water-Repelling Sword had already broken, he held a regular Iron Sword as a backup, and walked towards Mo’er’s cell.
As the rfolk’s dull and forceful footsteps approached, Mo’er truly broke out in a cold sweat.
"I’ll say it! I’ll talk... ridian 1544.6, Latitude 298.9, I know a lot more than that executioner, you can’t kill !"
Mo’er was frantically shouting.
The world had not been fully explored; it was even unknown if it was a sphere. The coordinates of longitude and latitude were indicated on the world map with a grid system, without the concept of east or west longitude.
Fen silently repeated it, and just to be safe, he called over a pirate jailer to write it down with a pen.
He shifted his position, coming in front of Mo’er.
Mo’er was far from his previous deanor of a Magician; being confined behind bars, his sutured face clearly revealed an experintal monster.
"Your Magic is pretty impressive..."
Fen had witnessed Mo’er’s capabilities; if it hadn’t been for Chuan Che’s tily support, he himself would have been drained dry by Mo’er in that place, unable to use the Stele, and perhaps today would have been a different scene.
Mo’er remained silent, desperately brainstorming ways to escape his confinent.
"That island, is it where the Sea God Creation was made, so are there many of Doringger’s Remnant Party there?"
Fen asked as such.
"Remnant Party? There are only technical types there, no threat at all, all dependent on Doringger’s strongest watchdog. What a pity, Doringger underestimated his enemies, didn’t call it over, or else ten Black Sail Alliances would have been completely annihilated. You wouldn’t get close to that place, only I can take you, I have influence there."
Mo’er emphasized his own importance.
"I just don’t understand, Doringger is already dead, could his watchdog be more fearso than he was?"
"So beings, even just standing in the sea, are taller than mountains. Do you think the Sea God, that kind of monster, could be built by human strength alone?"
"Standing in the sea... taller than mountains?"
Fen’s interest in that island intensified.
"Exactly, only found in the forbidden zone of the Western Continent... the Mountain Giant. Centuries ago, one got lost and ended up in the East Sea, you know that type of creature, can sleep for decades, and was discovered and utilized by Doringger."
Mo’er explained, without his identity, no one could enter the island.
"Mountain Giant?"
Fen was imnsely shocked.
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