SCRAPE. SCRAPE. The sound of the blade grating against the barnacle shells was piercing, but Feierbahah didn't mind at all. In fact, the more he scraped, the more enthusiastic he became.
"Captain Charles, do you want to give it a try? It's really addicting." Feierbahah handed the bloody turtle to Charles beside him.
"No, thank you. Did you come over for something?" Charles holstered his revolver. He had seen this man at the dock before; he was definitely one of the captains Kede had hired.
"Oh, it's about this mission. That man from the Light God Sect told us we're searching for the legendary Land of Light."
"What about it? You suspect he's lying to you?"
"Heh heh, he really has no reason to lie to us. We've accepted the payment, so we'll complete the mission no matter how dangerous it is. You might as well just tell us what our real task is this time."
Charles felt frustrated on Kede's behalf. The man had told the truth, yet no one believed him.
