CHAPTER 543: CHAPTER 225: GHOST PIRATES

Late night.

Somewhere along the coast of the Cohen Kingdom.

The first squad of the [Soul Guardian].

The [First Walker] is staying here.

What? You ask when did this inexplicable name appear?

Just now.

Raelia and the others, gathered around the campfire, decided on their squad’s name.

Kana had mentioned to them a long time ago, that if they wished, they could name their squad.

This is a privilege temporarily granted only to the [Soul Guardian].

Aside from the four people around the campfire,

there are also two figures that don’t look like normal people.

After all, normal people wouldn’t be semi-transparent and emit a ghostly glow.

"Ah, ah, it’s so great to have someone willing to listen to us talk," one of the pirate spectrals said.

He introduced himself as First Mate Bell.

"Yeah, I almost forgot how to talk, does this sound smooth? Does it sound strange?"

The pirate captain who called himself Captain Durut said.

Raelia looked at the two pirate spectrals.

"No, you speak very smoothly."

"Really? Hahaha, thank you, um..."

"Raelia."

"That’s right, thank you, Miss Raelia."

This was already the second day since Raelia and her group discovered the ghost pirates.

On the first day when they saw these ghost pirates, they did not rashly approach them but observed what these ghosts were doing all night.

And then they discovered they were doing nothing.

Like aimless souls, wandering around the entire beach.

Occasionally looking out to the land.

They finally decided to attempt contact with these ghost pirates.

Which led to the current scene.

Facing Raelia and others, these ghost pirates appeared very excited, not like seeing prey.

But genuinely happy from the bottom of their hearts.

Even when approached, they were cautious, raising their hands to show they meant no harm.

Obviously, this was not the first time they had contacted others, but previously those people were scared away.

"Tell us about yourselves, you don’t seem like normal people," said Abis.

Since they didn’t know the mechanism of these ghost pirates, Abis did not directly state they were ghosts or deceased.

In case they realized they were dead and went crazy, it would be troublesome.

"Ah? Haha, yes," Captain Durut laughed.

Shaking his hand: "Indeed, it looks a bit different from normal people, but it’s not bad, glowing like this, you don’t need a torch at night.

Although the light might look a bit uncomfortable, after seeing it often, it’s no problem."

He seemed slightly carefree and still in the mood to joke.

"Don’t be fooled by my breathing; actually, I don’t need to breathe anymore, so even if I fall into the water, I won’t drown.

You might not know, but this is quite advantageous for pirates, and look."

As he spoke, he passed his hand through his own belly and pulled it out again.

"So once you board, you’re not afraid of being cut to death, getting injured at sea isn’t pleasant."

"Unlucky Ror even lost his head," First Mate Bell chimed in.

"Yes, yes, I still remember it; his whole head got chopped off, and I almost stepped on him at that time.

If he had lost his head a bit later, he might not have died, but either way, dying like this doesn’t seem so bad," Captain Durut said seriously.

Then he sighed somewhat.

"Feeling like my body is floating, but I must say it’s quite interesting, like always being on the deck.

Maybe this is the destiny of pirates."

Raelia and the others watched the two chatter away.

It was certain that these two were starting to become abnormal, maybe because it had been too long since they last talked to normal people.

When they started talking, it was impossible to get a word in.

They chatted back and forth.

Nonetheless, this counted as gathering intelligence.

So everyone quietly listened, memorizing useful information without interrupting.

"Oh, right, let’s talk business. Don’t be fooled by this appearance; we know there’s something wrong with us.

This state should be called... uh, what do we call it?"

"Ghosts, Captain."

"Oh, right, we’re probably ghosts now, icy cold, can’t eat or drink, and feel nothing.

It’s like a curse, to be honest, I’ve had enough of it. It’s been so long since I tasted rum."

At this point, the captain suddenly stared at the four.

"Although my brain isn’t working well, you don’t seem afraid of us, maybe you have a way?"

"What way?" Raelia asked.

"To send us to Hell, of course! I’m really sick of it, going to Hell would be better than this, right?"

Team Leader Durut appeared agitated, and his spectral body began to shake.

It seems he hasn’t been unaffected.

Both his chatty behavior and sudden emotional outburst are a means of venting.

Then he hastily explained: "If you can’t do anything, could you bring a mage?

A mage should be able to break this status of ours."

Faced with these questions, Raelia didn’t respond.

Abis asked.

"Before that, can you tell us why you’ve turned out like this? We need to know the reason to offer help."

"Oh, yes, of course, I should have told you earlier. Forgive me, my brain is not working well now."

"After all, it’s empty."

Saying that, Durut began reaching into his head and scratching like he was itching.

Seeing their looks, he laughed: "Don’t worry, I can’t feel it."

Grey Fang couldn’t help but roll his eyes; he was somewhat irritated.

He said, "Get to the point."

"Oh, right. But you spoke! I thought you were mute," Durut said with surprise.

Grey Fang took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions.

His first mate couldn’t help either.

"Captain, hurry and get to the point."

If they annoyed these people and they ran away, they’d be stuck like this forever. So long they’ve waited for someone unafraid to talk to them.

"Of course, I know, I’m just trying to lighten the mood."

Durut said.

After all, he was a pirate; it’s only normal to want to talk after so long.

Finally, Durut began to talk about why they ended up like this.