"Let's go, I will take you to meet the Duke."
Ivita glanced at the Barbaric Bone Tribe Leader and followed her. "The Duke? He is still alive after sixty years?"
The Wind Bone Old Lady shook her head. "The Duke died a long time ago. If he was still alive, he would never have let those pirates usurp and dominate Cross Island and the Cross Sea Area. Sixty years have gone by, I wonder if Marco Anson is still alive?"
On the floating bridge of the swamp, Ivita thought of Marco Anson's severed finger and guessed: "He must be dead."
"Hehe. That kind of bad person wouldn't die so easily." The Wind Bone Old Lady said hatefully, "I used to be the Duke's mistress, the poor Duke."
"In everyone's eyes, the Duke was a man so incompetent he had to sign a pact with the pirates. However, I knew that the Duke had always hated himself for causing his own people to be displaced. If it were not for Marco Anson, he would have been a good ruler."
