Black Sail

"The people from the Thieves’ Guild, we must catch them."

Swan had undergone the same training, how could he not recognize the skill.

He and Shadi quickly vaulted over the roofs of buildings, incredibly agile, avoiding the sharp-tipped eaves and obstacles, leaping across a complex of buildings all 30 to 40 meters tall.

"The Thieves’ Guild? I knew they’d come knocking sooner or later; finally, I can test out Zahak’s sword."

Shadi hated these lingering debts of vengeance, by killing this one, at least he could rest easy for a while.

He drew his sword, the blood-red mist trailing behind him as he moved.

Soon, on the roof of an inn, Ben found himself at a dead end. This was a crossroads, with the building opposite about fifty meters away.

Ben took off his special clay mask, revealing his true face.

Another Dark Elf, with light purple skin, some with light gray—Ben was the latter, with lower bloodline status. Black hair, scars as thick as fingers started from his left eyelid and spread to the corner of his mouth, extremely fierce.

"Swan, by stealing those items, you should have foreseen this day coming. However, considering you’ve got some skill, hand them over and come back with me and we’ll call it even."

Since he couldn’t get the Dragon through negotiation, and couldn’t take it by force alone, now that he was aware of the situation, he joined the game, called up his friends, and plotted for great things. How could this Pirate Gang possibly keep such heavenly treasures secure?