CHAPTER 842: CHAPTER 9: THE APPROACHING QUEEN

"Hello, Little Guy, your name is Emhardt, right? Fisher has just introduced you to me... I’m Renie, Fisher’s friend. Nice to meet you."

On a wobbly little wooden boat, Renie sat at the bow, Fisher in the middle, holding a huge wooden oar and rowing, while Emhardt had just woken up. Fisher had roughly explained to him that they had dealt with the Witch Research Association’s pursuers, left the Northern Realm, and were heading to the East Ocean to find a solution for Fisher’s pursuit of death.

However, this seemed to be the first proper meeting between Renie and Emhardt.

Emhardt floated in mid-air, glanced at Renie in front of him, then turned to look at Fisher, who had regained his strength and was rowing, before coughing and saying to Renie with his head held high,

"Yeah, I am the great Sir Emhardt. You can call me the great Sir or the great Emhardt, but don’t call me Little Guy!"

"Then I’ll call you Emhardt. Did you meet Fisher in Nali? Now that I think about it, you’ve been with him from Nali to the Northern Realm, and when I was being chased by the Witch Research Association, you helped out... Thank you for taking care of him during this time, after all, I know he’s a rare man to handle."

The upright Emhardt couldn’t help but feel deeply resonated and circled around, looking back at Fisher rowing behind him, and muttered to Renie,

"Definitely, this rascal bullies me all day, doing a lot of bad things. He’s simply incorrigible. Good thing I’m the great Emhardt, if it were someone else..."

"Ah, that’s really too much... Emhardt, tell me about the bad things he’s done on the way, and I’ll stand up for you, how about that?"

"He..."

Emhardt was about to say something indignantly but when he saw Fisher’s calm expression, the words circled in his throat, and he stammered,

"He... well, actually, it’s just that he’s a bit unapproachable in his words, and other than that, he’s quite nice, a pretty good human..."

"I see, you seem to have a high opinion of him, not bad. If he dares to bully you in the future, just tell me, and I’ll teach him a lesson for you."

"Ah... um, but the great Emhardt won’t be bullied!"

Renie cheerfully extended her slender hand wrapped in white light dress towards Fisher, and Emhardt nodded and flew back to Fisher’s shoulder. He looked at the now strong Fisher once again and knew it was due to the magic of the mysterious Witch in front of him.

To help Fisher resolve the powerful ability of death resetting the rank proves she is quite extraordinary. Emhardt had never seen anyone like her, and the feelings she gave him were not comparable to any Lady he had met before...

Emhardt observed the tacit atmosphere on the boat, with one person sitting smilingly at the bow and the other calmly in the boat, and for some reason, he felt an unusual sense of peace from Fisher, who rarely interrupted, instead of quietly rowing and sometimes catching her eye.

Thus, for these reasons, Emhardt momentarily forgot to put Renie on the so-called "ex-girlfriend list".

Soon, in Renie and Fisher’s eyes, a shadowy archipelago appeared on the sea surface. With Fisher’s excellent eyesight, he also saw many ships of various sizes on the sea, and it was easy to guess they all belonged to the pirates of Pirate Harbor.

"We’re almost there, hold on tight..."

At this moment, Renie, sitting at the bow, gently extended her right hand under the sea surface while Fisher withdrew the wooden oar from the water. In the next moment, the small wooden boat followed the waves and inertia forward, as Renie cut through the sea with her slender hand. A mysterious, deep tunnel leading to an unknown direction instantly appeared.

Fisher grabbed Emhardt, who was floating in mid-air, with one hand and held onto the boat with the other. As the boat gradually entered the illusory tunnel, they quickly traversed through the gaps, and after several seconds, the wooden boat suddenly resurfaced, appearing magically in a shadowy corner of a port.

"Come on, everyone, get the goods off the boat!"

"Someone lend a hand!"

"Coin exchange, Narliou, Northern Realm silver coins, Holy Maiden coins, no cheating..."

The bustling noise of the surrounding port was unceasing as Renie and Fisher’s small wooden boat quietly appeared at the edge of the port, unnoticed by anyone. Fisher glanced around and discovered they were at the edge of a hollow island, surrounded by plants hanging down along towering cliffs and waterfalls, forming rings of rainbows under the sunlight.

This was the entrance to the depths of the East Ocean and the world’s largest gathering place for pirates. Many convicts, lunatics, and opportunists who couldn’t make it in their countries came here for various reasons, hoping to join the possibly greatest mission of the century, a dream for every explorer and pioneer — hunting for the Storm Sea.