Michael looked up to see the eagle slowly descending from the sky. The steel cage was on top of the lower part of the eagle's body while two grown men were riding the eagle by standing above its shoulder. The two men were in their mid-thirties and wearing a gold-embroidered toga. They reminded Michael of the ancient Roman noblemen.

These two men weren't radiating zero amount of Arch energy but the amount was negligible. If they tried to walk through a defense array, they would definitely trigger the array however they would be considered as the weakest of the commoners back on the Northern Continent.

??

Yet here they rode the eagle with a domineering attitude.

Kakaw!

The eagle let out a loud ear-piercing cry, it sounded like a raven somehow rather than an eagle.

Thud!

It landed on the ship, shaking the ship for a few seconds. The eagle then turned its head to stare at Michael and Gaya menacingly.

The one wearing a toga with a purple line stepped onto the ship first while the one wearing a white toga with red lines carried a medium side chest before placing the chest before Lars.

"Trent" Lars signaled the greasy blonde crew member who welcomed Gaya and Michael to the ship when they first onboarded Striker.

Until now, the two noblemen wearing toga did not even look at Michael or Gaya. Trent licked his lips walking towards the medium-sized chest. His skinny hands slightly trembled approaching the chest. When he opened the chest, his face brightened up due to the glistening gold and gemstones inside the chest. Even Michael's eyes sparkled looking at the rubies, diamonds, gold bricks, and various colors of gemstones shining inside the chest.

"3 million, as we agreed" the one wearing the toga with purple lines smiled at Lars. The crew behind Lars were looking at the chest full of goodies like starving dogs staring at the bbq.

Michael folded his arms, leaning back on the ship's foresail wooden beam. Gaya saw his face, totally calm and cool like nothing's going on here. Only his eyes were occasionally gawking at the chest full of goodies.

"Okay guys, what's the plan here?" Finally, Michael opened his mouth after Trent closed the chest.

"Why don't you two piggies save us the trouble and get yourselves into the cage?" the one with the red line toga waved off at them without even looking at them in the eyes. However, the one with the purple line toga who also had a bald head turned his gaze at Gaya. His blue eyes scanned Gaya from her head to toe,

"I heard cultivating women are way better than our southern ladies but it seems like I heard wrong" he shook his head disappointingly.

"That was a big mistake" Michael mumbled as he could already feel a cold killing intent. It wasn't much about what he said but the way he said it. She hated being compared to other girls and he just compared her with northern ladies, a big fucking mistake. Yet, she remained silent.

"Ye 'eard the man" Trent shouted at them. Michael saw no fear in Trent's eyes, the fear he saw when he first met him. One didn't need a genius to figure out that the reason for Trent and every crew members' newfound courage is that Michael and Gaya lost their ability to cast spells.

"We be sellin' ye daft dumb" Trent laughed along with his crew members.

"We can see that" The calm look on his face began to disturb Lars. After exchanging pleasantries with Lars, the one wearing red lines toga turned his gaze towards Michael and Gaya.

Boom!

"Get the cannons ready to fire!" Lars shouted,

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god"

"God saves us"

"Please God, I don't wanna die!"

The crew members were running around scared to death while avoiding the cannonballs and exploding wooden structures.

"Do you see that ship?!" Michael had to shout to overcome the sound of cannonballs exploding.

"Yeah, it's hard to miss!" Gaya replied.

They still didn't use Arch Energy to save time. They were hiding behind the mainsail wood beam looking at the pirate ship that resembled the flying dutchman. The crew members and Lars forgot about them after their clients exploded into a bloody mist.

"Wait here!" Michael shouted,

"Where are, Fuck!" Before she could ask, she saw him running towards the chest rolling on the deck. Lars was turning the ship to avoid getting hit by the Silent Reaper as everything loose on the deck began to roll around. The hull and the seawater clashed to produce waves that soaked everyone and everything wet on the deck. One could doubt that whether it was the seawater or they actually got themselves into a storm as the booming sound was similar to thunderclaps and the light produced by the cannons in the Silent Reaper resembled flashes of lightning.

"Don't!" Trent saw Michael's intention to steal the chest. He came yelling at Michael with a cutlass in his hand. The other crew members were busy with keeping the ship afloat as well as cannons ready to fire once they turned the ship sidewards to the Silent Reaper.

Despite the ship shaking violently, Michael swiftly turned his body away from the trajectory of Trent's cutlass. Trent lost balance when his sword missed its target, when he was about to stumble forwards, Michael wrapped his hands around his neck, instantly twisting it with all his strength.

Crack!

Trent's lifeless body was thrown into the sea when Lars turned the ship suddenly. Once again, the chest rolled away from Michael's grasp as he himself almost lost the balance.

"That's mine!" Lars noticed Micahel chasing the chest and yelled while turning the rudder using all his strength.

Lars shouted but didn't order the crew members to catch or kill Michael because he knew what he was dealing with here, the infamous cursed ship, the Silent Reaper. He never expected he would run into this particular pirate ship on the day that he was supposed to make one last trade before retiring.

Hmmmmmmmmm!

Suddenly, they heard an unearthly humming sound as the Silent Reaper stopped firing.

"It's going to dive again!" some of the crew shouted