There was only darkness all around.

The fragile soul trembled in the darkness. He could feel the wrath of his master coming from the endless darkness.

“You screwed up!!”

A voice rang out like a huge bell, forcing the fragile soul to curl up its body.

"I didn't get the sacrifice you promised me, and instead I lost my men!!"

The darkness began to roll, and then a huge, terrifying face with bright red flames emerged from it. In front of it, the fragile soul was as small as an ant. As long as it opened its mouth, it would be able to swallow it completely.

"Please, my master, please give me another chance, this is just an accident!!"

"Oh, my lovely servant."

Hearing the soul's plea, the giant flaming face showed a mocking smile.

"This is not surprising. After all, we are in this world and accidents are inevitable. However, I cannot tolerate someone using this excuse to shirk responsibility..."

"This, this is truly an accident, my humble master!!"

In front of that giant flaming face, the fragile soul trembled and prostrated itself on the ground.

"Yes, yes, Master, we met the knight in the legend! He is the knight who is said to be favored by the goddess and can summon angels!"

"oh?"

Hearing this, the giant flaming face that was slowly approaching the soul finally stopped. It stared at the servant in front of it with a meaningful expression.

"It's actually him?"

"That's right, and it was he who disrupted your plan and killed your followers! I can guarantee that this was really just an accident..."

"very good……"

Hearing his servant's answer, a strange expression appeared on the fire giant's face.

"I never thought I would meet him here... This is good. He is a person favored by the goddess. Hehe, I heard that he doesn't seem to have a good relationship with the church? This is really interesting..."

At this point, the giant face of fire retreated a little, and the flames that originally enveloped the fragile soul seemed to fade away with this action. Feeling the flames that were enough to turn it into charcoal retreat, the tiny and fragile soul raised its head, wiped the cold sweat from its forehead, and looked at the giant face of fire in front of it with a smile.

"Very good. I am satisfied with the information you brought."

Looking at his servant, the giant flaming face smiled coldly.

"But this does not mean that you can erase your responsibility for failure. I can give you one chance... You know what to do. Capture them, especially that man. And our original target, no one can be spared! Their souls must be very valuable. I really want to see what expression the woman will show when the man she favors falls into the abyss of darkness and fire and becomes my loyal slave!"

"Thank you, thank you sir!!"

Hearing the answer from the giant flaming face, the soul immediately lowered his head again, but soon he remembered something.

"But... that gentleman is really strong. Rumor has it that he even defeated the Knight Commander of the Castina family..."

“Don’t worry!”

Obviously, the giant face of fire was also prepared.

"I will give you a fleet, the Ghost Fleet... They are now heading to the Misty Sea and will definitely pass through the Bay of Dead Souls on the way. When the time comes, you only need to use the power I give you to open the door. You don't have to worry about anything else!"

Having said that, the giant flaming face looked at the servant in front of him with great interest.

"So, are you ready?"

"What? Sir? I..."

Hearing the words of the giant fire face, the tiny soul was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, he saw that the flames around his body, which were originally left because of the departure of the giant fire face, suddenly jumped up and drilled into the soul as quickly as a poisonous snake.

Soon, a fierce pain came from the depths of his soul. The next moment, his body began to tremble and crack, and in the cracks, flames shot out...

“Ahhhhhhhh!!!”

"I said, what the hell are you screaming about!!"

Oglan angrily slapped the door of the cabin next door. She didn't sleep well last night. She didn't plan to use the dirty bedding at all. She even tore it off and curled up on the damn wooden bed with her clothes. Fortunately, the clothes she changed were warm enough, so she managed to get through the night in a daze. But when it was almost dawn and she finally fell asleep, she suddenly heard screams from the next door, which dragged her out of the dream she had finally entered. This made Oglan extremely angry.

She had finally returned to her warm room in her dream and was planning to enjoy it, but before she could even throw herself on the bed and roll around, she was pulled out. How come?

Can't even let me sleep peacefully? !

"I said, what on earth are you arguing about?! What happened?!"

“Squeak.”

Just when Oglan was so angry that he wanted to kick open the broken door, the hatch creaked open, and then a man in fancy clothes appeared in front of Oglan with a wry smile on his face.

"What's wrong, cousin?"

"I was also going to ask you what's wrong? You're not sleeping at night and you're howling like a ghost..."

Having said this, Oglan paused, then looked at the face of the man in fancy clothes in surprise.

"What's wrong with your face? Why does it seem..."

"No, nothing, I just accidentally scratched it, so I screamed. I'm sorry, cousin..."

After touching his face, the man in fancy clothes gave her a helpless smile. After hearing the answer from the man in fancy clothes, Oglan frowned and snorted.

"Be careful, this place is so dirty, it will be troublesome if you get sick! Also, stop screaming, it's really annoying!!"

After saying this, Oglen slammed the door shut and yawned as he returned to his room. The man in fancy clothes smiled and stared at the door in front of him. After a while, his expression gradually became gloomy. Then he reached out and touched his cheek. Soon, a strange firelight emerged from his fingertips, smoothing out the scar on his face.

"Don't worry, sir, your plan will succeed..."

In the next few days, the journey was relatively peaceful, and even Oglan and other people who were rescued did not dare to cause trouble. After all, Fang Zheng had already shown his attitude. Although these people were from big families, they also knew that their identities were useless on the sea. If they angered Fang Zheng, he would just throw them into the sea, and no one dared to say a word.

The only lucky thing was that after that, these people could eat steaming hot instant noodles three times a day. Although this thing was not as good as the delicacies they had eaten, for Oglan and others, being able to fill their stomachs was already good enough.

Of course, this did not mean that Oglan had given in to Fang Zheng. In fact, on this ship, Oglan and his party had no contact with Fang Zheng at all. Except for the magic servants delivering meals to them every day at mealtime, Fang Zheng seemed to not take these people seriously at all. And because of his tough attitude and powerful strength, Oglan and his party did not dare to provoke them and could only stay in the cabin at the stern.

But not long after, Fang Zheng encountered another problem.

"What did you say?"

Looking at Captain Fox in front of him, Fang Zheng blinked, while Fox looked at Fang Zheng with some trepidation and spoke cautiously.

"Well... Sir... We are about to arrive at the Bay of the Dead, and we hope... Miss Hecate can help us hold a memorial ceremony..."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's like this..."

In response to Fang Zheng's question, Fox quickly gave an answer.

"We still have half a day's sailing to reach the Bay of the Dead. According to the tradition of men at sea, every ship must anchor in the Bay of the Dead for one night and hold a soul-resting ceremony to appease the souls swallowed by the sea. If we don't do this, we will be disturbed by the souls. Well... we heard that Miss Hecate is a priest... so..."

"I see."

Hearing this, Fang Zheng nodded, but soon he thought of another question.

"Who told you that?"

"Miss Tilia, we were preparing for the requiem ceremony and were seen by Miss Tilia. She asked us what we were doing. After learning about this, she..."

“…”

Hearing this, Fang Zheng's mouth twitched, then he raised his head and looked towards the edge of the deck not far away. Noticing Fang Zheng's gaze, Tilia, who was holding an umbrella there, turned around and made a "V" gesture to Fang Zheng with a smile on her face.

...Sure enough, it is never too late for a woman to take revenge even after ten years.