They all call me master.

Chapter 668 Crazy Freeman!
Barry and Albert stood on the side of the gangway on the deck of the Orient.

Small wooden boats are being lowered here.

On board were guests of the Orient.

"Dear guests, the dinner on the 'Orient' will begin at 8 o'clock sharp. If possible, please return to the 'Orient' before 8 o'clock.

Of course, if you come back late, we will leave food for you.

At the same time, as the first mate of the 'Orient', I assure you that the sailors of the 'Orient' are at the dock in West Longde. If you are in trouble, please inform the sailors and we will help you solve everything within our duty. "

As the first mate of the "Orient", Albert gave instructions to every guest who disembarked from the small boat.

And every guest responded with a smile.

These guests had no doubt about what Albert said.

Because those sailors saw it with their own eyes.

Each one looks reliable.

Although the boatswain looked a little lazy.

“Good job.

Albert, you will soon be able to become a qualified captain!"

Barry said with a smile.

In response, Albert gave a wry smile.

This first mate, who was born a civilian, was forced to take on the job. Such a high-profile job should have been done by Barry, the captain.

But Barry gave it to him directly.

This made Albert realize that Barry was really about to retire.

And he?

I am really blessed by the goddess of luck.

Do not!
I was favored by the big boss.

Subconsciously, the young first mate looked towards the top floor of the 'Orient'.

There, their big boss was holding the fat orange dog and looking at the sunset.

As if noticing his gaze, their big boss lowered his head and smiled at them.

Immediately, the young first mate bowed respectfully.

The same was true for Barry standing beside him.

In fact, Barry, who is about to retire, is more respectful than the first mate next to him.

After all, the captain knew more.

Seeing the two of them bowing, Arthur, holding Pendragon, walked from one part of the terrace to the other with great self-awareness.

He didn't want to disturb the two crew members' rest time.

“Want to go to Westrond for some fun?
I know a bar with some really hot strippers!"

With Arthur's departure, Barry immediately extended an invitation to Albert.

"No, I..."

"Then let's go to another bar. The strippers there are so hot!"

Albert, who was born a commoner, immediately refused, but was interrupted by Barry before he could finish his words.

Immediately, the young first mate gave a wry smile.

He knew that his senior and superior had the nickname "Big Mouth".

But it was not until this moment that he finally realized that the nickname was not in vain.

However, it was obvious that the young first mate still underestimated "Big Mouth" Barry.

"Will not work?

Do you want to try something else?
For example: The story of the big goose!

When I was a member of the crew, I saw that very special performance once..."

Barry put his arm around Albert's shoulders and whispered.

After a moment, Albert looked shocked.

"what?"

"Don't be surprised, this is normal. Not everyone is wealthy. Goose is also an option, and even sheep!

I'm telling you!"

Faced with the shocked junior, "Big Mouth" Barry began to teach him carefully.

Such words should only be heard by two people.

However, the two were completely unable to understand how powerful the mysterious person was.

At least, Arthur and Old John could hear it.

Old John sneered at this.

Goose? Sheep?
This is nothing. At that time, they just wanted to be a piece of meat.

And Arthur?
He pricked up his ears to listen, and covered Pendragon's ears with his hands.

"As a pure little kitten, you can't listen to such stories. You will be defiled."

Meow?
The Pendragon cat's face was wrinkled inward, like an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

It knows that its master is using it to relieve stress.

Regarding this…

Pendragon nuzzled his master.

Then, the kitten looked towards the dense forest on one side of the river bank, where there was a strange air flow, mixed with a hint of malice.

Arthur noticed Pendragon's expression and a smile immediately appeared in his eyes.

It was obvious that the griffin's physique and spirituality worked.

When the faint smell of blood appeared, Arthur hugged Pendragon and whispered -

"The show begins!"

……

Freeman disappeared from the treetops and, with the blood fighter's mystical abilities, clearly locked onto a cavalryman with malicious intentions.

Without any skill, relying only on brute force and claws, Freeman directly broke the cavalryman's neck.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the sharp claws cut off the head like a knife.

Blood spurted out like a fountain.

Freeman's face, neck, and chest were all covered with such blood.

Rich flavor.

A long-lost taste.

Sweet taste.

Freeman, who had been suppressing his bloodthirsty nature in the rat alley of South Los, suddenly burst into crazy laughter.

"Hahaha!

It’s a sunny day today!”

An arrow flew through the air, and Freeman raised his hand to catch the arrow, but the huge force and hidden power still left slight scars on Freeman's palm.

Sisi's own scarlet mixed with the original scarlet, and Freeman smiled even more happily.

"Damn it, that's really strong!"

With a crazy laugh, Freeman raised his hand and threw the arrow back.

At the same time, he threw himself towards the knight who was swinging his sword at him.

Without any dodge, the sword was caught by Freeman.

Ignoring the fact that the sword blade almost completely cut his palm, Freeman looked down at the knight in front of him and hit his forehead heavily on the helmet.

boom!
It was like a sledgehammer that flattened the helmet, and blood plasma mixed with meat residue spurted out from the gap in the helmet, like a flattened tomato.

"I just can't lose! I can't lose!"

Freeman shouted as he licked the blood.

Suddenly, the wound on the palm began to heal rapidly.

Blood fighters, even newly born blood fighters, still possess all kinds of incredible powers.

Feeling the changes in himself, Freeman laughed even more crazily. He covered his face with his hands and leaned backward, his body so exaggerated that it was almost parallel to the ground.

Everyone who sees this scene will think that they have encountered a madman.

That's what Catherine is like.

The saint of the Church of Pain snorted coldly.

"Kill this lunatic."

In response to the Saint's order, the Knights of Disaster launched a charge together.

Da da da!
The unique charge sound of the cavalry sounded, like the sound of a war drum, so imposing that it made people terrified and retreat unconsciously.

But Freeman, who was laughing maniacally, didn't care at all and he kept laughing.

madman!

The people of the Church of Pain became more and more certain, but only Amur saw it clearly. Through the fingers of the hand covering the face, the scarlet eyes were bloodthirsty but extremely calm.

That is the cold-bloodedness of waiting for prey to step into the trap.

Freeman counted down silently in his heart——

Three, two, one...

boom!
(End of this chapter)