Eh?

Vladomod blinked in disbelief at his predicaments.

Everything happened like a dream.

Did... Did he miscalculate things?

Mitchen crouched down, still acting coldly since the show wasn't over yet.

And even though Vladomod could only see his eyes, the cold and arrogant look there was all he needed to see.

As they say, the eyes were windows to the soul.

He stared at Vladomod calmly.

"Heh. I have to admit that for a moment, I thought I would fall under your hands.

Luckily, I noticed that the way you fought or stood was heavily dependent on your left.

And coupled with your flinching, I knew that you have some old injury around the right side of your belly.

The wound should've opened up again after all the fighting we did.

Isn't that right?" Mitchen said slyly, giving his playmate time to digest it all.

And just as he expected, Vladomod's pupils moved chaotically in alarm.

How?.. How did he find out?

Vladomod was confused and shocked by the revelation.

So he knew this whole time?

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Mitchen inwardly chuckled in amusement.

"Heh. You did try to hide it as best as you could.

And for a moment, I didn't notice anything.

That is until you started raining insults at me strategically.

It was then and there that I observed you more and realized that apart from your hate, you also lashed out because of pain.

So your lashing out was to release the tension on yourself.

With that information, I started cooking up a new plan mid-fight, conserving my energy and waiting for my opportune moment to strike!

Thanks to your old wounds, I was able to take you down.

As for whether I'll kill you or not? Don't worry. I'll set you free.

You know why? Because your people will never win against us.

So no matter how many times a toothless crippled dog barks, it can never do any harm to us.

That's right.

You are nothing more than a crippled, toothless dog!"

"You, you, you, you son of a b**ch!

You will never get away with this.

Sooner or later, you Morgs will now bow to us!" Vladomod exclaimed after waking up from stupor.

Dammit!

Who would've known that it would be his old wouldn't that would make him lose a battle he was almost winning?

The feeling of getting close to the finish light but then suddenly finding out that another person had overtaken you at the last minute was a very painful thing.

Just a little more, and victory would've been his!

Vladomod's face distorted unwillingly at it all.

Curse it!

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With that, Mitchen had successfully followed his act through, making everything seem believable.

And soon, it didn't take too long for all Adonis survivors to get rounded up and given one ship to set off with.

That's right. They allowed them to set sail now before they changed their minds.

Of course, before they sent them off, they searched the ship heading out and seized all documents, as well as took 2/3 of whatever treasures were on that ship.

As for the slave rowers that had been kidnapped from different continents and regions, they left the other Adonis ships to them, as well as some treasures aboard too.

But they pretended as if they hadn't noticed the treasures, hence leaving them behind.

The closest land around was Zohl and a few pirate islands.

But if these people were smart, they would start heading towards Zohl instead.

However, since they couldn't tell all this to their faces, they left some of the maps from these Adonis people behind.

These rowers could find their way from there.

Today's matter was really a steal because the documents and maps Mitchen and the rest had collected were all too good.

These Adonis people came from Lampe, which in turn was next to Morgany.

So their map had taken into consideration the dangerous points discovered by many around that region.

There were also what seemed like checkpoints on the waters where pirates would be stationed.

Oh?

Was this how they managed to deflect the pirate and sail out all the time?

How interesting.

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From the looks of it, the checkpoint should change every 2, 8, 16, or even 18 months.

The pirate ships would sit out there around the same positions, sometimes patrolling, sometimes lasting around.

At times, they were also out there for war relief.

So if a nearby island or pirate crew needed aid, they could sail out there if notified.

Of course, the group of pirate ships that would take over from their shift had to arrive earlier to take over.

They also realized that the further the checkpoint was from Morgany, the longer the shift.

For example, those regions around the shores of Morgany had 1-month shifts.

And those regions far away, like here, he noticed that after sailing northwest from here for a bit, they should see a pirate crew checkpoint that had an 11-months shift out here.

But one shouldn't think that things would be that simple.

Throughout a single shift, the pirate crews were to slowly payroll the region.

On days 1~3, they could stay in the same area, just circling around calmly.

And from day 4 to 7, they could advance a bit more and stay within that region as well.

Bottom line, they slowly advanced and retreated along a certain invisible line on their controlling stations.

And coupled with the fact that each shift checkpoint changed so frequently, one never knew where these people were... Unless one had a spy that would ensure relay information about the matter.

From the looks of it, even spies would have a hard time doing this since all schedules are handed down personally by their superiors at headquarters.

Unbelievable.

These Morgs were truly hell-bent on controlling the entire seas and staying at number one in this world.

The only reason they had been able to travel without a hitch was because of the radar.

Without it, they would've stopped every 2 days or so to fight.

Mitchen couldn't help marvelling at how organized these groups of lawless pirates were.

On the surface, they looked reckless; but in reality, they were more strategic and organized than many.

Heh.

No wonder they could discourage several people from travelling out and exploring the world.

The land might belong to several people, but the seas were theirs!

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Like so, Mitchen and the rest cleared things off smoothly, dispersing both the slaves and the Adonis Worshippers.

At this point, whether they survive out here or not was up to their fate.

They, as Baymardians, were on a mission that couldn't be jeopardized.

And if they revealed their identities as Baymardians, things might not go well for them if someone questioned these frightened slaves.

Likewise, they decided not to reveal their identities to the Zohls as well.

Mitchen waited silently for a bit until his eyes suddenly lit up.

Good.

Now, his majesty was here!