Soon, the nimble swifts had already searched the entire ship up and down, without finding any explosive devices or other possible traps. Most of the crew on the "Twin-tailed Fish" were unharmed, just somewhat listless from being tied up too long.
At this time, the two ships were about fifty meters apart.
The boat just lowered from the "Conch" had only just been rowed to the side of the "Twin-tailed Fish" by the sailors working together, throwing out a rope ladder and intending to board this merchant ship.
The sea birds' search was already nearing its end, and the final image returned made Aiven's face suddenly change.
"What is...?"
"Don't go up, retreat quickly!"
Aiven had been focusing on searching the cabin and the crew, so he had not noticed a middle-aged man with dual blades at his waist casually standing on the stern deck of the "Twin-tailed Fish".
