This pirate only wants to farm.

Chapter 89, of course, was about demanding a ransom from the Navy for that person.

At Fate's command, the captains realized they couldn't miss such a big fish. Once the Scholar entered the Saint Mary's firing range, the big fish in front of them would definitely not belong to them.

The shrewd individuals immediately understood the situation. They didn't bother to reprimand Befit for the trivial matter of the order, and each rowed their small boats back to their own ships, following the Black Tuna as they chased after the Scholar.

Under normal circumstances, these pirate ships could not keep up with the speed of the Scholar, since even they had to rely on oars to sail on windless seas.

However, their ships were much larger than the Scholar's, which meant that each time, their speed was much slower than the Scholar's.

But this time the Scholar was fully loaded with cargo, so it had to slow down. Although they were still some distance from the Scholar, the distance was closing at a visible speed.

"What the hell are these damn dwarves trying to do?"

Fate, braving the torrential rain, gripped the rudder with one hand and stared intently at the hazy Scholar ahead.

The Scholar's sudden appearance, specifically targeting the Oren Empire's magic warships, has completely disrupted Fate's original plans.

Fate originally planned to use the cargo on the Scholar to attract captains to cooperate with him, then find the Scholar's supply locations, and thus begin his quest to dominate the Calm Sea.

The small boat he sent out had already seen the Scholar sailing non-stop for two whole days. It would take at least a day to rest before it reached the waters around here. And the pirates had just completed the most basic cooperation and launched a raid on the Scholar.

But these little dwarfs had already gotten close without making a sound!

Don't they need to rest?

It's important to understand that on a windless sea, one can only navigate by oars. The Scholar's relentless forward movement, without rest or sleep, is extremely taxing on the crew. Even if they had ample supplies to help the crew recover, the Scholar was only sailed by a group of Mink.

That means these little dwarfs have something they absolutely must do this time.

For some reason, Fate suddenly felt that misfortune was about to catch up with the Black Tuna once again.

Fate had previously speculated that either the Scholar had found a place where these supplies could be produced, or they had a powerful backer providing them with these supplies.

Fate had always felt that the latter was more likely, but he thought that the other party was probably not a very powerful person, otherwise they would not have sought cooperation with the Scholars and their group of dwarfs.

Anyone who's spent enough time on the calm seas will realize that these little dwarves pose no real threat. And since the other side definitely doesn't have much strength, they chose to cooperate with the easiest-to-control dwarves.

Otherwise, if he truly possessed such strength, how could the Sea of ​​Calm not know of such a person?

Just figuring all this out exhausted all of Fate's intelligence, and he felt that he might be the smartest person he had ever been, and that he would never make a mistake.

However, the recent activity of the Scholar has made him slightly doubt his own guess.

"It's not time to doubt ourselves yet; we need to see what these little dwarfs are up to first."

"Men! Speed ​​up! Stop those dwarfs! I want to see what they're up to!"

On the deck of the Scholar, Sal, looking through binoculars at the several pirate ships closing in behind them, asked old Tony beside him with some concern, "Captain, they're catching up. Shouldn't we speed up?"

Old Tony glanced over, spat out a mouthful of rainwater, looked back, and then chuckled, "Don't worry about them. Even if we speed up, they'll still chase after us relentlessly. After all, the Scholar's waterline has been exposed, and we're carrying good stuff."

"Given the greed of those pirates, they would never let us, their fat sheep, go."

Sal panicked even more: "But, but didn't we promise that sir we'd go and trade with the Oren Empire's navy? If those pirates rob us, wouldn't we be letting that sir down?"

Old Tony, however, wore a look that said, "You're still too green": "Who says they can stop us and steal the goods?"

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Sal looked at old Tony with a rather veiled "Are you getting senile?" look: "Captain, aren't you overestimating the character of those pirates?"

Old Tony punched Sal on the head without any hesitation: "Don't think I can't read your eyes!"

Old Tony took out his binoculars and glanced at the distant location of the Saint Mary. He calculated the Scholar's speed and the Saint Mary's range, and made up his mind: "Kid, you're still too green. Go, let those brats rest and slow down."

Ignoring the pain in his head, Sal widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Captain, are you crazy? Even if those pirates are starving and just for show, there are still so many pirate ships! Even if we run out of bullets, we still can't defeat them!"

Old Tony gave a knowing smile and casually tapped Sal on the head again: "So the next step is to tie those two prisoners to the mast so they can both see them."

Sal was still puzzled, but intimidated by old Tony's fist, he obediently went to give the order.

Old Tony exhaled a puff of white air, took out an eye patch from his pocket, put it on his right eye, and revealed a fierce expression: "I was originally planning to wait until after this prisoner transaction was over before dealing with you filthy pirates, but since you've delivered yourselves to my doorstep, don't blame me."

As they were talking, the Scholar slowed down, and soon the Black Tuna came around from the side of the Scholar at an extremely fast speed and blocked its way.

Before long, six more pirate ships had already stopped around the Scholar, seemingly surrounding it.

The Minkmen aboard the Scholar were all armed with muskets, and even the gun emplacements below were open.

However, the Scholar, propelled by inertia, slowly approached the Black Tuna. Old Tony, standing on the upper deck, gripped the helm, a massive sword taller than himself, and shouted at Fate, who was staring at them from the ship's side, "Isn't that Captain Fate, the jinx of the Calm Sea?"

"Looks like you weren't chased hard enough by that magical warship the other day."

Old Tony didn't hold back at all; his sarcastic manner, combined with his short stature, made the mockery even more pronounced.

Fett laughed heartily, completely unconcerned about such petty slander. Standing on the ship's railing, he shouted at the Scholar, "Old Tony, look how much your waterline has dropped! You've obviously brought in some good stuff. We've known each other for ages, aren't you going to show us your old buddies?"

Old Tony laughed along with Fate, "Since you want to see, then come on board and take a look. But I advise you to hurry, otherwise, if you delay my plans, who knows what might happen."

Although old Tony was shouting at Fate, his attention was directed past the Black Tuna and toward the massive St. Mary not far away.

Old Tony's effortless demeanor gave Fate and the captains of the surrounding pirate ships a bad feeling.

Old Tony was far too brazen. In the past, this damned little dwarf would always be respectful, cautious, and try his best to appear fierce when making deals with them. But this time, Old Tony seemed quite confident, as if he wasn't afraid of being robbed at all.

But no matter how they looked at it, they couldn't see any changes to the Scholar, nor could they figure out where old Tony's confidence came from.

Fate's eyelids twitched several times, but after thinking about his ambitious plan, he still spoke to old Tony in that gloomy voice, "I really don't know what gives you the confidence. Aren't you taking me a little too lightly?"

Old Tony glanced at Fate with disdain: "You jinx, your head is full of filth and scum, what right do you have to be respected by me?"

"I'll give you one last piece of advice: get out of the way. If you delay that person's good time, hehe, none of you will be able to bear the consequences."

Fate was incredibly uneasy about old Tony's tough stance, and he desperately tried to signal the other pirate ships to hurry up and make their move.

However, whether it was the torrential rain that affected visibility or the pirate ship captains who had the same idea, old Tony somehow became the most imposing one there.

That sir?

Now everyone knows that there must be someone else hiding behind old Tony, but who exactly is that person?

To be able to produce so many supplies on the Calm Sea, and to give old Tony the confidence to deal with so many pirate ships, such a person has never been heard of on the Calm Sea before.

Fate had been observing old Tony and the Scholar, but at that moment, he finally noticed the two figures tied to the mast.

The two men were dressed and were much shorter than the short men on the Scholar. Although they were soaked to the bone by the downpour and were shivering from hypothermia, it was clear to others that they were wearing navy uniforms.

Moreover, Fate could clearly see that one of the men was wearing a captain's coat.

and many more!

Captain's uniform?

navy?

Where would a navy come from on a windless sea?

Could it be another magical warship?

Gurgle————

Fate swallowed hard. Even if he was stupid, he realized who those two people were at this point.

"What are you going to do?"

Hearing Fate's hesitant question, old Tony knew his plan had succeeded.

He laughed heartily, pointing the tip of his knife at the two men tied to the mast, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "What else could they be doing? Of course, they're going to demand ransom from the navy for that lord."

Old Tony's arrogant laughter pierced through the rain and clearly reached every pirate ship nearby.

All the pirates felt a chill run down their spines.

They knew very well that this was something the Scholar could never do; the gap between the Scholar and the magic warship was something that could not be bridged by any means.

The person who could have done this must be someone hidden behind the Scholar, and Tony just mentioned that person.

In an instant, all the pirate ship captains understood the matter, and they also realized the purpose of Fate's summons.

That damned jinx! No wonder he was so generous before; he just wanted them to be his scapegoats.

This person was capable of destroying even a magic warship and capturing the captain of the Oren Empire alive.

Such an opponent is not someone that these pirates, who dare not venture out of the Windless Sea, could afford to offend.

As expected, that bastard on the Black Tuna harbored malicious intentions!

Fate's expression changed drastically: Oh no!