Tacit Understanding

"Damn it! Luckily that fatty should have trained Life Return, his fat is thick enough!" the green-haired youth grumbled, fleeing along the small path with Sig.

His ribs were also injured. Although he was covering it, it was still bleeding.

Among the gunmen just now, someone understood the binding of Armament Haki. Even though they were just lead pellets, their penetrative power was terrifying.

Fortunately, that meat shield was thick enough, and fortunately, binding high-speed, small-volume objects like bullets was inherently difficult.

"We'll split up and run ahead. I'll go east," Sig said calmly.

"Why should it be me?" the green-haired youth complained.

Clearly, the east was an easier route to circle back towards the port, while the other was to the west.

"Because you're more injured than I am," Sig said, making perfect sense.

Green-haired youth: ...

"You really are a scoundrel..." the green-haired youth grumbled, but he still tacitly agreed. He paused and then said, "My name is Tesoro. I hope to see you again on the seas in the future... If you can't survive then, maybe I'll send you a salary!"

"Sig... If you manage to keep your head this time, you'll hear my legend on the seas in the future!"

After the two "reluctantly parted," they tacitly split up and fled at the intersection ahead...

Sig, using the short gun he had just picked up, turned his head to aim at Tesoro's knee, only to find that Tesoro was also turning his head with a short gun aimed at his own knee.

The two of them showed a tacit, kind smile, pointing their muzzles upwards as a symbol of friendship, and then truly parted ways.

"Sig, I'll remember you, old man..." Tesoro muttered softly.

"Tesoro... I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before?" Sig didn't have time to think.

Arriving at a chaotic plaza again, Sig accurately observed the situation, specifically choosing a route where the slaves had the upper hand but not too much of an advantage – if they had too much of an advantage, they would easily be intercepted by the experts among the guards.

Clang—Bang—

A lone guard, who still wanted to stop Sig, had his slash blocked by Sig's sword. Then, Sig drew his gun with his left hand and fired.

He immediately discarded the gun; there was no time to slowly load gunpowder and bullets now.

Of course, he didn't forget to add a final sword strike to ensure the guard was dead...

Sig would not actively engage opponents he didn't need to, but once he had started, he wouldn't miss an opportunity to finish them off. After all, this would increase the chances of escape for the slaves behind him—oh, what a kind Siegfried.

With precise analysis of the situation, coupled with unobtrusive strength that wouldn't be wiped out by indiscriminate AOE attacks, Sig, half-killing and half-fleeing, made his way to the port.

Because Mary Geoise was situated at a high elevation, the entire port had a noticeable downward slope. As Sig looked down at the port from above, his face relaxed slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw that the four berths on the east side were ablaze, extending all the way to the ship docking area at the end of the stone bridge, which was in complete chaos!

In the eastern sheltered harbor, one could also vaguely see a scene of utter chaos.

Mary Geoise's port had two sheltered harbors, one to the east and one to the south, with stone bridges extending outwards to the berths in the front.

Although there were quite a few stone bridges, because Mary Geoise was constantly receiving tribute goods from all over the world, ordinary cargo ships could only temporarily dock at the stone bridges, unload their goods, and leave immediately, or anchor in the eastern or southern sheltered harbors for repairs.

It was a good thing that there were many pirates among the slaves—at this moment, it was clear that the slaves leading the charge were experienced. They had already seized four free paths. Taking the eastern route meant they wouldn't have to worry about being blocked at the port and unable to leave.

Furthermore, the eastern sheltered harbor was also in chaos, meaning... the Celestial Dragons' lackeys' attempts to stop everyone from escaping by destroying ships had already failed.

Sig wasn't the fastest, but he wasn't slow either.

This was because he had always chosen the most secure route along the way...

As the scent of freedom grew stronger, the shouts of battle and the flames of buildings around him felt like celebratory music and lights heralding his journey towards freedom.

Sig, with his sword in one hand and the loaded long flintlock gun he had just picked up in the other, ran while singing.

"We are pirates, fierce pirates, Snatching treasure with our left hand, kicking down thrones with our right foot. We are pirates, capable pirates, Come into my embrace, beautiful treasure. We are pirates, free and unfettered pirates, Soaring under the guidance of the skull flag. We are pirates, pirates with no tomorrow, Pirates who sail the seas with no end in sight."

The song was a cliché pirate tune. Compared to the melodies sung for the Celestial Dragons, the singing technique and skill were as rough as if he were just going through the motions.

And he didn't use falsetto at all. The more Sig sang loudly, the hoarser his voice became, and this hoarseness gradually tore open, revealing a much deeper, more mature vocal range.

As he sang loudly of freedom, under the ability of the "Singer," Sig's voice change was progressing at an explosive pace.

Of course, the reason he was belting out the song at the top of his lungs wasn't just to accelerate his voice change, but to blend in with the pirates.

More than half of the people who had rushed into the port were originally pirates—compared to other slaves, pirates had a significant advantage in this regard.

As Sig sang his way through, the pirates were also stirred up. Their morale boosted, they joined in the singing, naturally accepting him as "one of their own."

In reality, on the seas, if two pirate crews met, a little carelessness could easily lead to betrayal. However, in Mary Geoise, during this great escape, everyone tried their best to unite with their own kind...

Ah, it's necessary for your own kind to run slower to attract the attention of pursuers, except when they're drawing attention.

Sig sang, slashed, and killed his way along, clearly feeling that the guards here had already lost their will to fight.

"Put… put down your weapons… you slaves… I'm saying this one last time… Ah!"

"Wait, wait! You won't get anything good if you do this…" Bang—

"Men! Keep bringing the ships over!"

Sig suddenly saw that there were still people "maintaining order for escape" at this moment, even guiding their subordinates to keep bringing ships out of the sheltered harbor instead of rushing to escape themselves?

Following the sound, Sig saw a figure that was not just ordinarily tall…

For "ordinary people," being ordinarily tall meant about two meters, plus a muscular build, the kind that looked like they could fight at a glance.

And the one currently directing his subordinates to continuously bring ships to the berths, facilitating the escape of ordinary slaves, was a Fish-Man who was "more than twice as tall," estimated to be over five meters tall!

Sig had seen many Fish-Men and Mermaids in Mary Geoise; the Celestial Dragons were happy to capture such slaves.

The Fish-Man's skin was completely different from the effect seen in 2D animations in his previous life. It was as if this Fish-Man strongman before him was covered in finely detailed, light-red scales that were perpetually slick. Coupled with the rippling muscles exposed on his bare upper body, he exuded a sense of power.

To human aesthetics, his thick lips, which might have seemed somewhat comical, now gave off a feeling of reliability…

However, just as Sig stepped onto the stone bridge, his scalp tingled. Following the spiritual warning, Sig bent down, drew his sword to defend himself in front of his chest, and turned his head to look!

The defense was unnecessary. Two figures clad in black combat suits leaped high into the air, unleashing two massive slashes that swept towards the stone bridge where Sig was locat