"Ronan, can you tell which family these people belong to?" Clelia asked, her smile fading.
Ronan, with his remaining thirty-two pirates, stood behind her. He observed the ships for a moment before saying hesitantly, "They look like nobles from the Shetland Kingdom. As for which family from the West Coast, I'm not sure."
"Nobles from Shetland? No wonder..."
'No wonder they're all so stupid!'
Clelia couldn't help but feel amused. It seemed the incident at the Caster City State hadn't made much of an impression on these nobles.
'I wonder what Wei'en will think when he finds out?'
'He'd probably be more than happy to slaughter them all, wouldn't he?'
Soon, the two ships caught up to the three-masted sailboat in the lead. The relentlessly firing cannons riddled it with holes until it looked like a sieve.
Its hull and deck were covered in holes. Seawater poured onto the ship, carrying aberrations with it, which then clashed with the well-dressed guards.
