The lifeboat plunged into the depths of the sea, but the unconscious lady was not lost. Kuber had managed to grab hold of her robes and used the ship's railing for support. With ease, he pulled her up and placed her safely on the railing.
"No, my treasure! It's all because of that brat," the tiny merchant wailed, mourning the loss of the treasure he was eyeing for.
The ship's captain, still grieving the loss of his nephew, heard the merchant's words and became incensed. He rushed at the tiny merchant, his fists clenched, ready to strike.
The muscular man, witnessing the captain's anger, attempted to restrain him by grabbing him from behind.
"What are you doing? I paid you 200 iron credits for this trip, and this is how you treat me?" the tiny merchant shouted, angrily pointing his finger at the captain.
The captain took deep breaths, attempting to regain his composure.
