Plop!
As a figure fell into the water, sending up ripples, all the ferrymen on the river turned their gazes over.
Hilia looked at the purse the magic puppet had snatched before knocking down the ferryman, then looked at everyone else.
"Now, I'm the ferryman. Do you all want to cross the river?"
Watching the magic puppet hold the boat pole, even Beck, a Tier Two Mage, nodded fervently along with everyone else.
They couldn't help glancing at the depths of the river, feeling the commotion from below, a chill running down their spines.
They often crossed the "Nether River" and knew perfectly well the horrors lurking beneath its surface.
They'd seen what happened to people who refused to pay, or suddenly changed their minds—ferrymen would knock them overboard to feed the fish.
But they'd never seen a ferryman get thrown in to feed the fish.
This completely reversed scene left everyone utterly stunned.
It even sobered them up a bit.
