Black Sail

Rein definitely isn’t afraid of having a bad reputation. Whether it’s back home in the Highland or in the adventurer trade, he’s long been labeled as the one who killed the leader to seize the Minister of Aran’s gift, forgetting loyalty, kindness, and justice, a notorious ultimate scapegoat for moving the treasure map.

"Cheese."

Rein squatted on the ground in a very hip-hop style, with his hands making a peace sign sideways and his tongue sticking out like a saw-toothed steel knife, wearing a fashionable dark red leather coat, triggering a fashion-phobia episode.

A photo was taken.

Liszt’s idea was that every core member should take a photo, to spread the word back home, and finally take a family photo.

"Where’s General Fen? Where did he disappear to, not coming for the photo?"

Liszt’s head bandages had been removed, but those on his body were still intact. He wore the classic style of a white shirt, jeans, and military boots, smoking a cigarette.

"He’s tidying himself up."

Shadi’s reaction was almost the same as Rein’s before, damn scary, General Fen was from the former nobility, living a life of indulgence and luxury, one of the top three flags under Old Pedan. But to be honest, Shadi has quite an admiration for him. After coming to the East Sea, he adapted to the local customs and lived simply, even though his mage robe was of decent material, it only cost two or three silver coins, and he wasn’t picky about food. Whatever Archer cooked up on the ship, he ate without complaint.

Overall, Fen was exceptionally resilient, reacting in an unprecedented way these past few days.

"My hair!"