Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 332 The Sheriff and the Sailor
The two parted ways, and Hanster's spirit faded into the night at the harbor.

Rupert casually shook his neck, making a series of soft clicks, then pushed open the creaking wooden door of the tavern next to him. A wave of hot air, a mixture of strong sweat, cheap alcohol, and pungent tobacco, hit him. He went straight to the bar and generously slapped down a few copper coins: "Boss, a medium-sized sweet potato drink, please!"

The warm liquor slid down his throat, a rough sweetness accompanied by a burning sensation. He took a large, satisfying sip and let out a long, contented sigh. Soon, a smile spread across his rugged yet outgoing face, and he easily struck up a conversation with a group of flushed sailors in the corner.

"Hey guys!" Rupert pointed to the blurry silhouette of a large cargo ship on the sea outside the window and exclaimed in feigned amazement, "That's the biggest one, isn't it yours? Good heavens, look at that mainmast, it must be at least fifteen meters tall! It's really impressive!"

Upon hearing this, a sailor who was in the middle of a drinking session suddenly turned red in the neck, and shouted, his neck stiff and reeking of alcohol: "Fifteen meters?! Bah! Who do you think you are! I climb up and down every day, that mainmast, no more, no less, exactly fifty-four meters!!"

"Fifty-four meters? You're kidding! Keep it up!" Rupert looked unconvinced, downed the rest of his drink in one gulp, and slammed the empty glass down on the table. "Want to bet?!"

Amidst the jeers and cheers of the crowd, a high-stakes drinking contest was decided: if the mast was less than 54 meters high, the boastful sailor would have to treat Rupert to a good drink; if it was 54 meters high, Rupert would treat the sailors to a good drink!
To prove he was "not short of money," Rupert even boldly bid two silver coins on the spot and bought a whole ten bottles of rum in the bar!
The sailors' eyes widened in astonishment. Without a word, they dragged Rupert along, and the group surged noisily out of the tavern, heading straight for the harbor docks.

With the sailors rowing hard, the ferry boat sped towards the large cargo ship anchored in the open sea. The sailors climbed up the cold rope ladder, with Rupert following closely behind, clutching his wine and shouting, "Slow down, slow down!"

After boarding, the sailors measured the height of the mainmast themselves and showed it to Rupert, who slapped his thigh in frustration and had to admit defeat.

The sailors erupted in triumphant cheers! They excitedly unscrewed the rum Rupert had brought and drank heartily. Even the sailors who had remained on board, and even the second mate on duty, joined in.

Free wine is definitely the most enjoyable to drink!
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Boom!

A deafening roar suddenly ripped apart the tranquility of the harbor! At the entrance of the town, the Holy Knights' encampment erupted in a massive burst of orange-red flames, thick smoke billowing up like a giant python!

At first, the paladin commander's booming, furious shouts could still be heard: "Catch the intruders! Don't let them escape!"

Rupert stood atop the high deck of the cargo ship, his view obstructed by buildings, making it difficult to discern many details. But a smile played on his lips—with Rishiri and Gerus's strength, in this chaotic battle, they were like two ferocious wolves charging into a flock of sheep!

Until the two run out of magic, these paladins have absolutely no way to deal with them.

Sure enough, the shouts and clashing of weapons on the shore became chaotic, scattering from one direction to the other, like a disturbed beehive, yet never ceasing. Instead, there were faint screams of agony, and the paladins' furious curses increased significantly—clearly, the attackers had not only failed to be captured but had also inflicted considerable casualties on them.

Just as the paladins were overwhelmed by the sudden and fierce attack from within, and their attention was pinned down on the town entrance area, figures suddenly appeared in the silent darkness on the outskirts of the town—it was the damage control team of the Bone Mage!

The moment they appeared, they swiftly joined the battle. The balance of power at the paladin's stronghold was instantly reversed!

The roles in the cat-and-mouse game have been reversed; now it's the paladins' turn to play the roles of runners and hiders!
On the deck beneath Rupert's feet, a group of sailors lay sprawled, already "drunk." Several men who hadn't had a drink and had been awakened by the commotion on shore climbed onto the deck to investigate. Each time they poked their heads out, Rupert, who was guarding the hatch, deftly struck them on the back of the neck with a short stick, causing them to slump down silently and be dragged away.

Meanwhile, from another cargo ship anchored a little further away, a gentle and melodious guitar tune drifted out, enveloping the entire ship like a soft tide. The psychedelic and hypnotic music blocked out the sounds of fighting on the shore, spreading an eerie tranquility and peace throughout the deck.

Rupert squinted and saw that the sailors on watch on the ship's deck, amidst the strange music, had their eyes quickly become glazed over, and they were slumped against the ship's railing or sitting on the deck, falling into a deep sleep.

"Heh..." Rupert chuckled softly, "This old bard is quite something!"

Rupert slowly pulled a small bottle from his pocket—this was the only authentic sweet potato wine, without any additives. He uncorked it, took a satisfying sip in the night air, and the spicy liquid slid down his throat, bringing a familiar warmth.

Mission 1: Attack the port. Successfully completed!

He raised his wine jug towards the chaotic fire and thick smoke in the distance and silently toasted!

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Before long, Stacy, riding the giant dragon Silver Two, flew to the vicinity of the Pansy.

Searchlights swung back and forth. The silver dragons stretched out their enormous wings, forming a band of light reflecting silver across the night sky.

The unicorn Qiluo was too lazy to fly herself, so she comfortably lay on the broad back of the silver dragon, enjoying the ride.

The dragons began to descend, preparing to land.

The sea eagles that had originally dominated the aft deck had become incredibly docile. They resigned themselves to being led away by the trainees in the animal husbandry team and pitifully crammed into the narrow gap between the heavy cannons and railings on the foredeck, curling up in a ball, not daring to resist or make a sound.

With a wave of his hand, Su Ming summoned hundreds of necromancers to begin their work. Accompanied by a creaking sound, the rear structure of the Pansy began to change shape and reassemble under the control of the necromancers.

The hull, which was originally almost vertical, extends outward, forming a distinct flared structure. The aft deck, which was only twenty meters wide, has been expanded to a width of about fifty meters, and its length has also increased slightly.

Pansy - Partially modified.

(End of this chapter)