"That young man is actually nearby?"
On the deck, Captain Barrett frowned tightly upon hearing the communication link.
In his heart, he also silently thought it was somewhat fortuitous, just didn't expect to encounter him at this time.
From the communicator, came a voice in conversation.
"Captain Barrett, are you in the nearby waters?"
"Yes."
"It's like this, didn't we have a deal last time? The 'Hand of Silver' you needed has been prepared, and I thought if it's convenient, we could meet and you could try it."
"..."
On the battered deck of the warship, about a hundred members of the "Sacred Judgment Legion" all stared at the communicator, a special gleam emerging in their eyes.
This was the only time they had been contacted by an outsider in such a long time.
Barrett listened to the words coming from the communicator, yet his eyes showed contemplation.
If it weren't for their current predicament, he really would want to meet.
