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On the deck of the Wavebreaker, Ken Angus stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze profound.

The boatswain and second mate stood beside him.

Roger stroked his chin. "Captain, it looks like there's no one aboard."

Vincent narrowed his eyes as well. "Look, they haven't dropped anchor. In other words, this ship has been drifting at sea the whole time. Judging from the direction of the currents, it most likely drifted over from Windmill Island."

The captain's voice was low. "So the Sea Cow visited Windmill Island, but for some reason, everyone aboard left without dropping anchor, allowing the ship to drift into these waters?"

"That's very strange," Roger muttered.

"Strange or not, we still have to board her. Vincent, have everyone get ready," Ken ordered grimly.

The second mate nodded and left, directing the sailors to bring the ship closer to the Sea Cow and prepare for a search.

While there was still time, Ken asked the boatswain beside him, "Have you reported everything?"

The boatswain nodded. "Yes. Celeste, the contaminated crewmen, the Iron and Blood Cross Order, and the formula have all been reported."

Roger added, "But that archivist only provided the Sequence 5 formula, not the corresponding ritual. I thought you'd detain him, Captain."

Ken smiled. "An obscure pirate crew shouldn't know too much. Besides, compared to keeping the Iron and Blood Cross Order under surveillance, one ritual is nothing. And as long as we keep an eye on Mr. Latiz, are we afraid we won't get the corresponding ritual?"

Roger chuckled. "Mr. Rayleigh should have memorized those two formulas. I suspect he copied one down for himself. After all, they're Hunter Pathway potion formulas."

"It doesn't matter. Even with a formula, he'd still have to find the materials himself. Rather than that, he might