There was something like a protective barrier covering his body.
Fisher frowned, releasing the Fluid Sword in midair as he himself landed among the Human Worms. The surrounding Human Worms tried to pounce on him, but their heads were sliced off by the returning Bee Dance.
"A scholar with such skills? If you had been in my fleet when we explored back then, we would have lost far fewer men..."
"Unfortunately, if I were born a few decades earlier, I might have had the chance. If that were the case, would we now be two old men fighting each other?"
Blake threw the Fluid Sword in his hand away. Watching as it slithered back into Fisher's grasp like a python, he shook his head and then said,
"This is only what you think now, the 28-year-old Fisher Benavides... If you had adventured with me back then, by now having over a hundred years of age, you wouldn't care about these matters anymore."
"Maybe..."
