But now, he was at the island over 200 nautical kilometers from the coast. He could only gaze at the sea in frustration.
"Don't worry, Sir Lucifer. I believe my men will find a way." Gerard laughed and returned to sit on the stone bench.
By dusk, four large rafts had been launched, each carrying five martial practitioners. They combined their spiritual energy and paddles to propel the rafts toward the east side of Seascape.
The next morning, Gerard was still sleeping when someone knocked on the door.
He frowned and sat up. A man's trembling voice came from outside. "Lord Hunt, something happened to Mr. Gaarder and his men. None of the 20 men who left the island last night have returned. We can't reach any of them."
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