Hearing Liu Zhi, the elf mage scoffed. "Three bottles? Are you joking? Do you know how precious this stuff is? I'm already doing you a favor by trading one bottle for a single extraordinary elf ship."
"You don't need to do me any favors. I want three bottles. And one more thing: I built the Pharaoh."
Hearing Liu Zhi's calm reply, the elf mage grew angry. "What is the Pharaoh? I've never even—"
He was about to say that he had never heard of it when he suddenly saw a strange scene. It appeared behind Liu Zhi: a three-masted gaff-rigged ship cutting through the waves.
He saw the ship sailing between the seas of the real world and the Underworld.
He saw the ship turn into a Fire Ship, taking the lives of many people.
He saw a captain who looked like a flaming skeleton walk away without a backward glance, carrying several heads that were still struggling.
He saw a white-haired captain speaking disdainfully to a group of people.
He saw...
One scene after another appeared before him, then vanished.
Each time, the visions proved that the ship existed. Carved into the bow was its name: "Pharaoh."
The elf mage looked up at Liu Zhi in astonishment and disbelief. "Legendary?"
Liu Zhi raised his chin and gave a haughty snort.
In truth, he had received those visions when the elf mage asked him about the ship. And compared with what the elf mage had seen, Liu Zhi had received far more information.
Along with the visions came news of what Edmond had done after leaving him. Perhaps because he had a legendary, magically modified, three-masted gaff-rigged ship, Edmond's revenge had gone remarkably smoothly.
It was also because of his campaign of revenge that the Pharaoh gradually became part of