Behind the door, listening to Yarlin's words, the three people had their own thoughts.
"It turned out that Yarlin planned to be a Marine, well …" Fick said.
"Killing all the pirates on the Via in order to silence them, it's really a ruthless idea." William said.
"Marine, are you kidding me? A pirate wants to be a Marine?" The ship's doctor said.
For the time being, ignoring the inner journey of these three people and the disputes caused by this, now turn their attention back to Via.
"You're a madman!" Via gritted his teeth: "I'm really blind, I didn't even notice that there was such a terrible person on my Via."
"Same here!" Yarlin took a deep look at Via and said in an intriguing tone, "Captain Via probably doesn't want to be a pirate, I'm afraid that there's another purpose for becoming a pirate."
"Humph!" Via sneered: "You can talk about it."
"I know you want to delay time and let your foot recover. Well, I'm also interested in talking to you." Yarlin saw through Via's plan, but he didn't mind: "As a pirate, you're just a ninth-rate goods; but if you're a blind man, you're a very powerful character."
A blind person can rule a cruel pirate ship. In this vast sea, I'm afraid that there are few people who can do it.
"Via's design in all aspects, the various furnishings have been kept unchanged for several years, and the captain never gets off the ship easily. In fact, all these aspects show that you're a blind man. You do all this to make the ship exactly the same as it is in your heart." Yarlin's admiration on his face didn't seem to be fake: "But it's not enough to do this. For this reason, you even make your steps into a measuring tool. The spacing of each step is extremely precise, and you observe the habits of bats to exercise your hearing. The walking sword is both a disguise and a killing weapon, and the sensitive control of the fishing line … You've almost done everything to the extreme, so that even if you're a blind man, you're the absolute ruler of this ship. I, Yarlin, admire your perseverance and tenacity."
"But this doesn't hinder your determination to kill me, does it?" The corner of Weya's mouth curled into a smug smile. Who could understand the pain in the darkness in his heart? Who could understand the effort he had put in to achieve this? It was a level of difficulty that ordinary people would not even dare to imagine.
"Admiration is just an attitude. Killing is the position. There's no conflict." Yarlin helplessly curled his lips: "So, it's hard for me to imagine that such a terrible person would be so stingy with money, so that the crew below would be dissatisfied and rebel. The only reason is …"
"Yes, I did it for my eyes." Via didn't need to hide anymore: "I once found a doctor. He told me that he could change my eyes and let me see again, provided that the reward was generous enough."
"Good script. Unfortunately, you're just one step away." Yarlin faintly said: "If you hadn't met me, I'm afraid you would have succeeded."
Via's five fingers holding the walking sword made a crisp sound. The feeling of failing at the last step was the most maddening. If possible, he would use the cruelest means to torture Yarlin to death.
"Well, the chat is over." Yarlin clapped his hands, and the transformation body in front of him closed the gap again. "In exchange, I hope you can answer a question of mine."
Via was silent, and Yarlin just thought that he agreed.
"In this sea, the Marine officers you know, which one do you think is the best choice for me, Yarlin?" Yarlin wasted time chatting for so long to get the answer from Via. He believed that as the leader of a pirate group, he must know which Marines in the surrounding sea represented justice and which were the black sheep.
"Why do you think I'll tell you?" Via sneered.
"As a sign of respect, I'll let you die with dignity. I won't let you become a puppet of these monsters," Arlen said calmly.
Via laughed, and a sad tear came out from the corner of his eye. "Monca, Monca of Shields, that's a bastard blinded by greed. He'll suit you."
"Thank you very much!" Yarlin remembered the name, and finally bent down and bowed. "Send the captain on his way!"
Via laughed. "Won't you personally send me on my way?"
"I'm not the captain's opponent." Yarlin thought for a moment and seriously refused.
"What a despicable bastard!" Via's walking sword was across his chest. He stomped his left foot, and the wound muscles contracted. Blood flowed out, but his face showed a wild and carefree expression. He raised his sword and roared, "I'll wait for you in hell."
Stab!
Go forward!
The straight black blade screamed and trembled, sharp and unparalleled.
The tip of the sword pierced into the crowd of zombies, like a sharp knife cutting through butter, staining the zombies' chests, and the sound of their hearts exploding could be heard.
Veya's entire body was covered in blood and grime. His face, arms, and body were riddled with deep scratches, but he didn't seem to notice them at all. His black and white eyes shone brightly like shooting stars in the night sky. They tore through the darkness and charged straight for Ya Erlin's position.
Ya Erlin stood motionless in his original spot, coldly watching.
In front of him, the zombies were lined up in a row. The sharp blade pierced through the flesh, and the black blade pierced through three corpses.
Yarlin looked at the trembling blade two inches away from his forehead. His cheeks sank, his eyebrows lowered, and his lips pursed. Suddenly, he gave off a fierce vibe, like a tiger waiting to devour its prey.
His left foot stepped forward, and he jumped out from the side of the corpse. His right arm stretched forward, and his palm slid down, like a snake slithering along the blade, and grabbed the hilt.
Sudden force!
Ya Erlin retracted his palm as if he was picking a peach. His body brushed past Ya Erlin's side face as he swung his arm from behind to grab the black sword and pull it out of Ya Erlin's hand.
A black light!
A bloody head soared into the sky. Yarlin swung the hilt of the sword, and it stood vertically in his palm. This was his signature move when he was kidnapped in his previous life. The only difference was that at that time he was holding a dagger, and now he was holding a long sword.
The bloody head rolled in the air and fell, and it pierced the blade.
"7 million Berries bounty, too low!" Yarlin's left hand grabbed the head by the hair, and with a twist of his wrist, the sword pierced back into Via's body, nailing it to the deck.
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