Vol 3 Chapter 42 (1/2)

Chapter 42:Confusion

Translated by: Chua

Edited by:I

Evidently, as long as Catika and Jack Sparrow lived for another day, then the green hat on Little Lord Fokke would never fade away To hi stock, such an insult could only be cleanse with the blood of his enemies!

Of course, to Sheyan this doesn’t mean that Little Lord Fokke would spare him or even be treated with this notion of “Brother, thanks for getting rid of the slut for me” He was similarly included into the blacklist of Little Lord Fokke As the proverb goes, Revenge against loriously occupied one of the two greatest hatreds Except frouard Catika, and the graceful Jack Sparrow occupied the the top spot Before finishi+ng those two, if Sheyan did not offer hireen hat mister would not take initiative to find trouble for him

Peigan had also witnessed and understood the memories of Madam Fokke, therefore, he could coh he had not obtained that coveted ‘endless gold pouch’, he remained silently beside hi at hi

“Take it, this is your reward”

After saying he tossed the ‘endless gold pouch’ over Peigan elatedly reached out his hand to receive it Who knew that at the moment when he was about to receive the pouch, Little Lord Fokke suddenly drew out hisin with a deadly viciousness! This old low appeared in his left hand “Pom!” It fleards the opposite little Fokke

Little Lord Fokke did not dodge or run, allowing that frightening corrosive ball of ht chest His flesh and clothes iht yellow fumes, yet his sword had already eold pouch’, and pierced into the right hand of the old ht hand and rapidly fissured!

Old ony, not sure if his pain was because his right arold pouch’ was ruined At this an’s case, it suddenly turned red and hot, followed by an explosion releasing a dense s left hand to cover his mouth and nose and flee Just when he reached the entrance of the prison, he felt a slight shudder on the ground Following that blue se horse raised its hoof and charged forward, driving its head heavily onto old Peigan It was the huge demonic horse Momore!

Upon ian was knocked back by 5-6onto hardly on the protruding concrete, looking like he broke at least 7-8 of his bones His frozen right arm had already been shattered into oblivion like ice to his shoulders, leaving a wound at the end which had a distorted purplish colour as though his bones, flesh and blood vessels coagulated together Blood leaking from his mouth had already dyed his chest red

He only held concurrent post as an alcheician, his physique was far from a warrior’s composition

At this point, Little Lord Fokke’s figure e dust, his hair had already turned white Glancing at the huge corroded injury atop his chest, old Peigan’s dying expression flashed with sudden realization

“Ke, ke, ke ke (coughing)…so, you actually gave it up…”

Little Lord Fokke’s eyes were icy cold, he was completely devoid of emotions

“Regrettably I have to end your life here, but the Fokke Family has always been

True to their words, the ‘endless gold pouch’ will be buried together with you”

After listening to his, old Peigan’s eyes flashed with a coht, and it swiftly faded out, dead Little lord Fokke ainst the wind, depositing mottled hoarfrost everywhere His voice sounded like windless as though his chest had been knocked for a thousand ti the entire castle in an unparalleled manner

“Catika~~ where are you?”