Chapter 243 - 242 Another Wave Arises
A tropical island, mostly covered with palm trees, other tropical plants, and exposed rocks, with occasional drizzles. The further south you go, the higher the terrain, inhabited by various monsters, providing natural protection for the pirates living on the island.
This is Moon Bay, with the crescent-shaped island’s curve being Pirate City, a notorious criminal haven, an extremely dangerous place, where drunken pirates cause disturbances every hour, brawls and duels are commonplace.
The narrow and winding streets are full of taverns, currently echoing with noisy laughter, singing, and the clinking of cups. It’s the second floor of a relatively quieter tavern, where two obviously unusual pirates are meeting.
If Leon were here, he would surely recognize the pirate wearing the captain’s hat; it’s the Undead Admiral who once visited him on Volcanic Island, gifting him a golden cat with ruby eyes, seeking to cooperate in taking down Watchtower Port.
The Undead Admiral is named Castanin, and as an undead, he has no need for food. He’s at the tavern mainly because of the person sitting across from him, saying, "Admiral Haken, you must have heard."
Haken is a Half-Giant, a hybrid of human and giant, over three meters tall, devouring food until swallowing an octopus tentacle as thick as a barrel, saying, "What are you talking about?"
"It’s about the Red Dragon at Watchtower Port." Castanin rests his left hand on the table, holding his chin, looking at the murky sea, "Originally thought to be powerful, rumored to have chased an adult Red Dragon across the Lost Plateau..."
"I don’t know the truth about the events at the Lost Plateau." Castanin says as he shifts his gaze from the sea to Haken, who finished the octopus tentacle and started on a giant crab claw, "But I can guarantee the truth about what happened at the Gold-plated Coast."
"Many people saw it, that Red Dragon went to the Elf City looking for trouble, and was shot down from the sky by that Elf General, presumably named Eran, and flew back to Volcanic Island in disgrace." Castanin continued, rotating the ring on his index finger, "And so far, there’s been no revenge on those elves for a month."