The Abandoned Pirate

Edward is a Level 2 Warrior, with much greater strength and physique than ordinary people, but currently he can't even unleash half of his power.

In other words, if a Level 2 Warrior originally had 1000 jin of strength, he could now barely use 500 jin. The City Guards, on the other hand, were seasoned fighters, each possessing one to two hundred jin of strength. This wasn't a case of ants overwhelming an elephant, but rather wolves killing a tiger.

"Captain, are you done yet? I can't hold on much longer." Edward had no weapon, and was casually using a bucket lid as a shield, looking like a street vendor fighting off the City Guards who were cracking down on stalls.

Edward's back and calves had already been hit. Fortunately, the enemies were clumsy with their swords and he managed to block their attacks. However, with two fists against four hands, he could only endure the blows from fists and feet, attacks that weren't fatal.

"Just a little longer, Edward. You're the strongest fighter in our crew. I believe you can hold on," Hook said, discarding the ropes used to moor the boat and cheering Edward on.

In just two to three minutes, the small fishing boat had gradually pulled away from the shore and begun to set sail.

"Hook, what's going on?" Seeing the small boat pulling away without a word, Edward had a bad premonition and loudly questioned his captain.

"Edward, I think you can hold on a bit longer. If you get on the boat now, neither of us might escape. Don't worry, I'll come back to save you once I recover my strength." Hook pulled on the sail, the boat sailing further and further away, still deceiving Edward into holding the line for him.

"Damn it, you son of a bitch, I'll wait for you in hell!" Hook wouldn't be so kind. Sneaking onto an island guarded by an Archmage to save his subordinate? This guy had betrayed him and fled alone.

Edward, momentarily overcome with emotion, forgot to resist. He took a slash to his shoulder and back, cried out in pain, and was quickly pinned to the ground by several City Guards, piled on top of each other like a meat stack, nearly suffocating.

At this time, Kerry was unaware of the commotion at the dock. Upon returning to the castle, he summoned Butler Carson. "Mr. Carson, please prepare the best guest rooms for Gandalf and Miss Emma as quickly as possible. Then, bring them the finest food and amenities. They can't possibly be staying in the servants' quarters and suffering." Although Carson didn't understand what was so bad about the servants' quarters that it constituted suffering, he suppressed his confusion and hurried to tidy the rooms.

This castle wasn't large or small. In his previous life, only the wealthiest rural families could afford to build such a place.

With the servants and the master, there were only so many people. There were plenty of empty rooms.

Carson quickly prepared two of the best guest rooms. It was then that he heard the servants gossiping that the pirates at the port had been completely wiped out by Gandalf, an enchanter who had concealed his identity, with a fireball.

He truly hadn't expected Gandalf to be an enchanter. That explained why the young master had instructed him to prepare good rooms.

After learning the truth, Carson's mind turned to another matter.

Miss Emma was the granddaughter of an Archmage. He wondered if the young master still had a chance. After all, the young master was only a Third-Class Baron, and his next generation would become commoners. Would the granddaughter of an Archmage fancy someone like that?

To be honest, the young master was only popular among commoner women.

No, the young master had never dated before and had no idea how to win a girl's heart. I have to do something, Carson decided in his heart.

Since the young master was going to send over good things and delicious food, I can take advantage of this.

Kerry, of course, was unaware that his old butler was racking his brain on how to help him pursue a woman.

He was very angry right now. It was like a perfect essay, but a misplaced punctuation mark had ruined it.

A pirate had escaped. They were all paralyzed, so why could he still get away? These City Guards were too useless. I must train them severely later.

Kerry was also overestimating his own influence. How could those few City Guards be used as regular troops? None of them had experience fighting against leveled warriors. Who knew that a paralyzed warrior couldn't even be tied down with ropes? If there had been a leveled warrior here, such a low-level mistake wouldn't have happened.

Kerry himself was just a rookie with a level but no experience. He hadn't expected his subordinates to be even less capable.

He rushed with his men to the southern mine. Although called a mine, it was merely a cave for storing ore; it didn't produce any ore itself.

Kerry was the first to see Edward Teach, now bound with iron chains. The man had two knife wounds, and no one had helped him dress them. Blood was still flowing, but his Level 2 Warrior physique had prevented him from dying. However, if the bleeding continued, he might just skip a dinner.

"Someone, dress his wounds first. Let me tell you, since we've captured them, we must treat our prisoners well. Is it meaningful to capture someone and then let them bleed to death?"

Kerry was getting a bit annoyed with the City Guard team he had personally trained. Why were they mistreating prisoners now? This attitude of not taking prisoners seriously must change.

Soon, someone brought bandages and some medicinal powder to dress Edward's wounds. However, looking at the situation, interrogation seemed impossible. It seemed they could only question the other pirates.

Three days passed. Kerry had spent almost all his time in the southern mine. Tomorrow was the opening day of the second Dimensional Exchange, but Kerry looked at the weak Edward and gnashed his teeth.

The escape of Captain Hook was already bad enough – a big fish got away.

What was even worse was that only the pirate captain knew where their treasure was hidden. Pirates in this era had a habit of hiding their plundered treasures.

No one else knew if Edward, who had just been promoted to Archmage, knew the whereabouts of the treasure. Therefore, Kerry looked at Edward, who was now suffering from a wound infection and a high fever due to the delayed treatment, with helplessness.

Dressing the wound was merely to ease Kerry's conscience. If Edward couldn't hold on and died, it wouldn't matter much. But who knew this guy was an Archmage and might know the location of the pirate treasure?

Should he take him to a doctor? There were no doctors on South Australia Island yet. Minor illnesses were endured, and for serious ones, they had to go to Little Nose Bay Port City to find a physician. However, if doctors in coastal cities knew he was a pirate, they probably wouldn't give him a good reception. Was it worth seeing someone's displeased face for the life of a pirate?

Kerry was a bit conflicted. Just then, Gandalf, whom Kerry had been avoiding for the past few days, found him.

Gandalf, who had been waiting for Kerry to make a statement after revealing his identity, had waited for three days. He neither saw Kerry approach him nor Emma, but only saw the butler constantly sending new clothes and delicacies to Emma, while Kerry himself was always holed up in the southern mine. What was the meaning of this?

Thanks to the book friend, 20180119215452553 (Shan Er Ding), for the reward.