Damn, it was cold in here!

Linvor shivered a bit and gritted his teeth after rolling and spinning around like a hamster on a wheel.

Of course, the barrel wasn't that spacious for his burly figure, but at least it wasn't tight, seeing that he could adjust his hands and legs when he wanted.

He only prayed that some sea creature wouldn't pop out to the surface and swallow him whole.

Well, there were too many barrels floating around.

So it shouldn't be his that got targeted, right?

Tiny streaks of water did come in, but it wasn't that much and wouldn't do any much damage or make him sink.

After all, these barrels were capable of holding liquor for years. So he was safe.

The inside of the barrel only felt too wet because of the rum that previously filled the barrel.

And coupled with the cold water temperature of the sea hitting the outer surface of the barrel, he was gradually losing heat and getting cold instead.

Fortunately, he did enter here with what looked like a little blanket

Even if it got wet later on, it wouldn't be that bad.

He had also taken a few chocolate bars and 2 small water bottles that the spies had brought from Baymard earlier on.

The spies had brought all these things, coupled with newspapers and many other goods, for them to analyze Baymard's capabilities.

He didn't know how long he would drift away, so he took a few just in case.

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~Drrrrrr~~~

They rolled away for quite a bit, before balancing and positioning his barrel in a way that the cork area at the side was slightly above water, facing the fading ships.

They carefully pulled the cork from within and peeked with his right eye before working it back fast.

Thanks to the winds, water waves, and his rolling movements, he got very far from all the commotion.

Now, he and a few others could communicate if need be.

They had been carefully rolling away, making sure that they were somewhat close to each other.

Of course, there was no guarantee that they would be close to one another.

But before they got dropped into the water, they first decided where they were going, which was one of the Arcadian coastal villages.

"Jimosen! Jimosen!"

"Linvor! Linvor!"

"Primates!"

"Hahaha! We're here!"

"Linvor! You should be ahead of me. So do you see my eyes now?

I've positioned my while to face your barrel. If that's you, then blink."

(^V^)

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The gang were genuinely excited to have somehow escaped using Linvor's crazy idea

Who would've known that barrels could save the day?

Even though things were slow, it didn't matter.

If they could just get close to any nearby tourist ships, things would go faster.

It might take way longer for them to get back to shore, so running into a passing ship wouldn't be bad... Unless they were pirates.

They weren't afraid that anyone would take them in as slaves because the moment they got on land, with their experience, they should be able to deal with such things.

And if they happened to get brought back to Deiferus or Yodan, then all the better.

The Temple had spies in almost all regions.

So sending word or fleeing wouldn't be an issue.

Of course, all of this was if any ships did decide to take them away.

In the end, they might have to drift and roll for days trying to find the right wave that would push them towards the shores.

The sea waves moved in all sorts of directions.

So getting the right wave was the important part.

After that was done, they wouldn't need to spin like hamsters and let the waves do their thing.

Now that they were this far, it was impossible for the Baymardians to hear them.

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"Hahahahahha!

We did it! We actually did it!"

"That's right! Now, we just have to let his excellency know, and the rest will be history!"

"Heh. Who asked them to go against us, Dragias?

From birth to now, I have never been more insulted in my life!"

"I think Dragmus allowed us to get defeated in order for us to get a clear picture of their strength.

This time, we'll be sure to pay them back in full!"

"Primates! When we get back, we must properly inform his excellency about those hidden creatures before the pirates or those Morgs get news of it."

"Yes! And after getting our revenge, we will throw these Baymardians into the belly of these creatures... Especially the woman I saw from a distance who calmly raised her middle finger at us.

Primates. I don't know what that meant, but I feel it was an insult. And we dragias can never be insulted by women. We are the suppressors and not the other way around!"

Everyone thought about how they grew up beating, torturing and slicing their caregivers.

So, it was too insulting to have a woman stand as their equal.

They couldn't help feeling pity for the dragias who died at the hands of these women.

They were sure that if given the chance, those dragias would prefer to stab themselves than let such a thing happen.

Everyone shuddered at the thought of such a thing happening to them.

What a disdainful way to die.

"Alright. Even though it might look like we're safe, it's best for us to go further.

One can never be too sure."

"Right!"

With that, they looked at their surroundings one last time, did some estimates, and corked their barrel holes again before rolling away again.

Everything seemed peachy and fine, that is until after 6 minutes or so, they heard several loud sounds coming their way.

They tried steadying themselves yet again and leaked out their corks, only to see several Baymardian ships coming their way.

How could they be so unlucky?

(Y^Y)

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Landon, who was watching everything unfold, couldn't help chuckling up a bit.

Well, the battle was finally over.

With that, he went about his day as he usually would.

Well, in 2 more weeks, he would be leaving Pyno.

Now, he could breathe a bit.

But while Landon was now steady and relaxed, far away within the Pyno continent, some people were not so calm.

A young lady looked at a portrait calmly, with a playful smile on her face.

Seeing their lady's terrifying grin, the maids couldn't help stepping back a bit.

At the same time, they were more curious about the portrait than anything else.

Who was it?

Who was the young lady looking at?