A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

If anyone is interested in Jonathan's appearance, it will only make him more excited.

Well, actually, Jonathan is really having a blast right now.

There is no possibility of remediation for the current situation in Elataba.

In this situation, if someone with sufficient prestige had stepped forward, the situation could have been stabilized.

However, Erataba doesn't have it, and Jonathan won't allow Erataba to have it either.

Therefore, Elataba had no other way out but to destroy itself.

The objective has been achieved.

However, it would be quite boring to let Elataba perish in the civil war.

The climax should be initiated by oneself.

“Come on! Come on!!! Mr. Takaman, this little boat is the means of transportation to victory,” Jonathan urged frantically.

He simply wanted Takaman to ride on the ship with him.

“There’s no need,” Takaman said coldly, indicating that He was no longer going to give Jonathan a friendly look.

Takaman walked straight towards the sea and stepped onto the water.

Literally, Takaman walks on water without any external force.

The flames engulfing Takaman could not be extinguished even by the splashing waves, and nothing could reduce the scorching heat of his rocky body.

The word "conquer" cannot be applied to living things alone.

What allows Takaman to stand steadily on the sea is the sea itself, not magic, not internal energy, not any kind of spell or divine art.

There's a saying that goes, "He who conquers the sea will find the sea willing to guide him on his path."

At this moment, the sea is not only guiding Takaman, but is completely surrendering to Him and contributing its own strength to Him.

“Wait a minute, Mr. Takaman!” Jonathan hopped comically onto the small boat with small steps.

“It’s definitely better to take a boat,” Jonathan said to Takaman, patting the edge of the boat with an expectant tone.

“Too slow,” Takaman said dismissively.

How could such an ordinary boat possibly be faster than Himself?

Besides, which Silver Rank person has ever ridden such a useless mode of transportation?

The invention of transportation was to compensate for the various shortcomings of lower species.

However, these shortcomings do not exist in higher species. For them, the existence of means of transportation is meaningless and superfluous.

In truth, Takaman couldn't understand why Jonathan was so insistent on using this ordinary little boat.

Jonathan had various easy ways to get to Eratabah, but he chose to use the most troublesome method.

He can teleport to Eratabba instantly and skim across the sea quickly; he could probably "move" Eratabba itself here.

But this guy insists on doing things that others can't understand.

“Mr. Takaman, speed is one thing, mood is another.”

“Don’t you think it’s a pretty good idea to travel by small boat to the land that is about to be conquered?” Jonathan began to recommend his idea.

"The small boat sailed leisurely toward the shore, and the outline of the city gradually became clear in front of us." As he spoke, he began to express his feelings.

"You can't experience this feeling if you're not on the sea."

"Ah! So beautiful! So beautiful! It's simply the perfect backdrop for a theatrical performance!" Jonathan clapped enthusiastically.

“There is no difference,” Takaman replied with a curt statement.

The scene Jonathan described, He could see just as easily by walking across the sea.

“Yes, there is a difference!” Jonathan was at a loss, seemingly trying to figure out how to give Takaman a reasonable explanation.

However, Takaman left without waiting for Jonathan to explain.

The sea surface that Takaman passed over was scorched by the flames and evaporated, and the thick water vapor was blown away by the sea breeze, making it look like a sudden fog.

Jonathan shrugged, spread his hands, and played with his cane for a while.

"Traveling alone isn't so bad, is it?" Jonathan consoled himself, straightened his top hat, and plopped down on the small boat.

However, this ship had one problem: it had neither sails nor oars.

So what should Jonathan do? No problem, Jonathan still has his cane, and there's never a problem that Jonathan can't solve.

He used his cane as an oar and struggled to row the small boat.

"Hmph~"

"A small town for fishermen~"

"It's all destroyed, all gone~"

Jonathan's mask bore an exaggerated smile, from which humming could be heard.

Since Mr. Takaman is not going with Him, let Him act on His own.

As for Jonathan himself? He can just leisurely row over there.

If we arrive a little later, we might see some interesting scenes.

Elatabah is now in chaos.

The unrest spread from the lord's manor to the entire Eratabah in just two days.

Many people opened their eyes early in the morning and found that the whole of Eratabah had changed and become full of violence.

The fishermen who had always lived by the sea were like thugs, burning, killing, and looting in the towns of Eratababa.

Before attacking others, people always first portray themselves as "victims" to justify their aggressive behavior.

The fishermen committed all sorts of heinous acts, the authorities in Eratabah arrested them, and then the fishermen stirred up internal strife in Eratabah.

Who is truly guilty in this situation? That's a matter of opinion.

However, many people like to use this word, but whether they use it correctly is another matter.

Do you genuinely want others to judge right and wrong for themselves? Or are you simply trying to subtly guide others to believe that certain things are correct?

Just like the leader of the "Fisherman's Shepherd" followers, she guided the fishermen to do what she believed was right.

But in her words, it seemed as if she had given the fishermen the space to make their own choices.

Well, of course, in essence, that space for choice simply doesn't exist.

"It feels like this town is doomed." Naruko drew her whip, lashed it out, and then the whip deftly wrapped around a fisherman's leg.

“There are wild guys like this everywhere,” Naruko said, forcefully pulling back the whip.

With a "thud," the fisherman fell to the ground, dragged a short distance by Naruko, his face scraped raw.

"Well, it's really over." Bray's lifeless right eye scanned the surroundings.

Many residents of Eratabah fled overnight and left Eratabah.

Only those who are too attached to the place they live in have chosen not to leave.

“Even someone like me can see that… Erataba is finished.” Bray sighed.

How should I put it? Bray's language skills are rather limited, so it's hard to describe.

However, it was a very direct shock, so direct that when you saw the surrounding scenery, the thought "this city is no longer viable" would pop into your mind.

Is this the result Jonathan expected? Although for Erataba, the result is incredibly cruel.

However, Bray felt a strong sense of unease.

It shouldn't end there; Jonathan definitely has something else to do.

Bray wasn't friends with Jonathan, nor had he dealt with him for a long time, but Bray still had this intuition.

Letting Eratabah perish little by little is not what Jonathan was hoping for.

"Rob everything they have!" a fisherman shouted as he rushed out of the alley.

"This guy dares to bully our 'Fishermen's' servants! We can't forgive him!" Then more fishermen surged out, shouting.

When the fishermen saw their companion who had been pushed aside by Naruko, they were immediately filled with righteous indignation.

Their first target was the conspicuous minefield.

With a completely black sword strapped to his back and another long sword tucked into his waist, it was hard not to attract attention with such an outfit.

That's right, the culprit is definitely this dead-eyed guy! It has to be him! There's no one else but him.

Normally, Bray relies on his ability to conceal his presence to avoid being stared at when walking on the street.

Nevertheless, when he buys things, sellers always look at him with suspicion, as if they're afraid he'll take the items without paying.

After all, Bray looks like the kind of person who likes to bully the weak, like a robber or a villain.

"..." Bray immediately felt the killing intent focused on him.

Yes, it was killing intent, although all the killing intent combined was weak, it was indeed killing intent.

Bray was astonished that these fishermen would show such “killing intent” towards a complete stranger.

He had initially thought that the followers of "Shepherd Fishermen" were just a little fanatical, but now it seemed that they were more than that.

"Why is everyone targeting me?" Bray muttered as he drew his sword.

It was Naruko who did the dirty work, so why did she end up taking the blame?

Even though Bray would still take action even if Naruko was being targeted, it's inexplicably frustrating to be blamed like this.

"Probably because I'm a beautiful girl." Naruko held her long ponytail and said in a sad tone, as if she had committed some heinous crime.

"Being too cute is a sin, don't you think, dead fish eyes?" Naruko sighed deeply.

"Whatever you say is right." With that, the sword was fully drawn.

So, how will Bray deal with these fishermen whose minds are filled with violence?

Kill him? Or not?

"Wind God Style" "Stopping the Wind"

The sword was sheathed once more.

The sea breeze that blows through Eratabah year-round stopped for a moment.

"The hotel owners have all run away, and we don't know where to stay," Bray sighed.

All the fishermen fell, the wind blades leaving countless wounds of uniform depth on their bodies.

“A free hotel, huh?” Naruko said to Bray in a matter-of-fact tone.

"You don't still think 'I can't stay without paying,' do you?"

“…” Bray really did think that way.

"You're too honest, how did you survive?" Naruko sighed.

Bray habitually had veins bulging on his forehead.

"Brave, this place is getting so boring." Levy squinted, preparing to take a nap =A=.

Everyone's just fighting and killing each other, it's a bit boring.

For Levy, the Erataba morning market, where she can buy all kinds of food, is what matters.

“Yeah, it’s really boring.” Bray nodded, agreeing with Levy’s statement.

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However, while Levy and Bray found the town, which was on the verge of collapse, boring, some people didn't think so.

The killing meant nothing to Bray, but it was different for Betley.

He was happy to start the killing.

Betley grabbed a man's head with one hand and dragged him along, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey, show some courage like you would when you harpoon someone's heart!" Betley grinned menacingly and shouted arrogantly at the timid fishermen in front of him.

“Go ahead and shout something like ‘I’ll fight you to the death,’” Betley continued, his eyes full of disdain.