Chapter 117: The Cold, Wretched Rock

Chapter 117: The Cold, Wretched Rock



Splash!

From the dark sea, Digby emerged with a dead body in his arms.

He landed on the deck of the badly damaged ship and dropped Amella's lifeless body to the deck.

"Guild master!"

After seeing their guild master return victorious, they smiled and cheered.

Lucette and Valora looked at Amella's lifeless body with hateful gazes. It brought them little comfort knowing that she was finally dead, as they lost a way more valuable member to her.

"Digby." Zahn heartily laughed. "You killed a Royal Princess!"

"Lucky," Digby said. "Her emotions were not in the right place. Her focus was elsewhere. In other circumstances, I might be the one dead on the deck."

'That's what he says, but Digby's strength is extremely close to that of the Royal Prince.' Valora thought. 'Sadly, when he goes to do a promotion test, he never performs to his full potential because of his performance anxiety and fear of failure that hold him back.'

"What will we do now?" Zahn asked. "Our losses are..."

"I know..." Digby sighed. "We still have to go to the Gathering. We'll have a word with the council and find out her identity."

"With such strength, she cannot be some nobody." Lucette said. "She might be guild master of tier 1 guild."

"If she is, we might be facing war." Digby said. "Let's talk with the council first. She attacked us first, after all."

"Will they believe us?"

"Depends." Digby then turned to the helmsman of the group. "Can this ship last till we arrive at Kuro Island?"

"Barely, yes, if we don't encounter any sea creatures." The helmsman said. "We'll have to pay for repairs there."

"Alright, set a course for Kuro Island."

As everyone else began examining the damage to the ship, Digby returned to his quarters, took a seat behind his desk, and brought out a bottle of rum.

He took a long sip, then poured some into a glass cup, and then brought out two different flasks-the Flask of the Rising Moon and the Flask of the Setting Sun.

He poured both into the same glass cup, then mixed the three drinks together and took a deep breath before downing it all in one go.

The gaping hole in his waist seemed to close up, the flesh beginning to knit back together as the magical elixir worked its healing powers.

From the stump of his separated leg, buds of new skin started to grow, slowly but surely regenerating the missing limb.

"Damn it..." Digby cursed under his breath and pushed the desk away in frustration.

The desk collided with the door, and the loud bang echoed through the room.

"Hahahaha..." His low-sounding laughter echoed across the room.

During the past few years, he has felt immense helplessness. He could feel himself reaching his limit and knew that there were only a few years left before he reached it.

He wanted a successor. Crimson Hounds needed a successor.

Finally, his wishes came true in the best way possible.

His guild acquired an S-rank.

him.

Half of the rock was submerged, and he was barely sitting on the dry edge.

It was cold, freezing cold.

"S-shit..." Adam's voice trembled.

He couldn't just log off and return to the comfort of his warm home.

If he wasn't logged in and the ship happened to pass by, he would miss the chance to be

rescued.

During the Gathering, the Pirate Graveyard received the most ships during that time.

Without the Gathering, this treacherous part of the sea might stay empty for several months!

Thus, if Adam missed his chance to be rescued, he might not be able to leave this wretched

rock for a very long time!

However, he had a bad feeling that he might not be found.

The waves might've brought him somewhere further from the known shipping lanes that led

to Kuro Island.

At this point, he didn't care whether some pirate crews discovered him. It would still be better

than being stuck on this rock!

--

The cold and stormy night passed.

Near the fog-shrouded Kuro Island, a crimson-sailed ship sailed through the mist and

approached the harbor of the island.

It was clear to every onlooker that the ship was not in top condition. It had holes, barely patched by a weak sailcloth, and there was a smell of decay that seemed to emanate from the

vessel.

At the harbor, many eyes turned to the crimson-sailed ship. They knew it was the ship of famous Crimson Hounds-a guild that was rather unknown before with only some fame in

Dawnwatch.

Now, it was as famous as the top guilds in Imperium City-after all, it was a guild that had a

rare S-ranker, Adam Palestar!

On the dock of the harbor, an old man clutched his cane while watching as the damaged ship

slowly docked at the port.

The old man's eyes looked worn out.

"Something happened..."