Chapter 62: On Your Own

            An old man was walking along the dirt road towards the town of the Cursed Island after he was dropped off, more like being pushed out by a shabby boat from the black market’s dock. Pissed off of how he was treated by that woman captain –

            ‘She’ll get a piece of me someday.’ Federick thought when a moment later, the boat further on the shore were drowning and the workers were shouting for help. The strong wind blew by the old man and he smiled with all of those shouting, clenching the cloth in his hand.

            “Good work.”