At a place thousands of miles away, a mysterious man covered in a black robe looked at the compass in his hand and muttered, "Why did he stop? Did he find out?"
The black-robed man frowned. A moment later, he put away the compass and flew in Mike's direction at an even faster speed.
At the same time, he flew in the sky with Philip and Osme. His target was Mike.
Mike did not know that his life depended on the speed of others. If he knew, he would be very angry.
A big ship was sailing on this not-so-calm water. The ship was singing and dancing. Young noble men and women were drinking and enjoying themselves.
