"Uncle Yuan, what are you doing out at sea?"
Wei'en stood on the ship's rail, looking down upon the surrounding pirates. The storm stirred up by the Dawn blessing ritual whipped his short black hair into a frenzy, but his crimson eyes remained placid, even cold.
In his left hand, he held the silver harmonica. His red shirt was stained with the flesh and blood of those Holy Professionals. The stains had dried and caked, and under the golden radiance shining from behind him, they reflected specks of dark-green fluorescence.
Even as the pirates stared, scanned him with their Spirit perception, and some even locked on with killing intent, the explosive power coursing through his body gave him the confidence to fight another round.
However—
[You have been targeted by the killing intent of Luris Brook. Evaluation: A pirate with a head full of filth. Negligible. Reward: Survival Points +3.]
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