Chapter 706 Roman <TOC> Chapter 708 Switching the Beam for the Pillar
Translator: SumTLMan
Just as Roman relaxed, the shackled sea beast immediately seized the opportunity to escape. Due to Roman’s previous attack and the burning of Angel’s Flame Formation Phantom Attack Illusion, the sea beast was already seriously injured. Knowing it was no match for them, it chose to flee.
With a flick of its tail fin, it swam away into the distance. Roman wanted to pursue, but he worried about being attacked from behind, so he could only watch the sea beast leave helplessly.
Angel sneered. If Roman continued to deal with the sea beast, he could easily defeat it in its current state, but he let it go. The reason was that when Angel withdrew the flames of the Flame Formation Phantom Attack Illusion, Roman became suspicious.
Angel’s original intention was to let Roman handle the sea beast, as he had claimed he would, so withdrawing the attack was meant as a gesture of respect. Although Angel was annoyed by Roman’s despicable behavior, he never intended to attack him. However, he did not expect Roman to be so paranoid.
The waves gradually calmed, and Roman, suspended in mid-air, clenched his fists, his forehead veins bulging. Losing a prey filled him with not only regret but also anger. He turned around and stared deeply at Angel.
Angel leaned against the mast, casually meeting Roman’s gaze.
“What a pity. That sea beast should have been captured by Sir Roman, but it managed to escape.”
“Hmph!” Roman snorted coldly, not engaging further. Any argument with Angel now would be pointless because the facts he suspected did not materialize, and nothing Angel had done had crossed a line.
Roman landed on the ground, coldly saying, “It seems that dealing with this sea beast alone was not perfect. Next time we encounter such a sea beast, I suppose I’ll have to cooperate with Sir Pat.”
After finishing, Roman didn’t wait for Angel’s response. He stepped on the ground and flew to the fourth-floor balcony, disappearing from sight. The deck he used to propel himself left a deep hole with spider-web-like cracks.
“The sea beast didn’t break the Cloud Conch, but its master did,” Angel said, shaking his head sarcastically before leisurely walking into the cabin.
All the sailors along the way kept their heads down. They weren’t stupid and could deduce the situation from the previous events. Roman had clearly become suspicious of Angel, and as employees of the White Shell Shipping Company, they naturally sided with Roman, even if Angel had saved their lives before.
Only when Angel passed by Helen did she nod slightly at him, whispering a word of gratitude.
Angel did not respond, for any response he might give could bring trouble to others.
Upon returning to his room, Angel’s expression gradually darkened. The recent series of events had clearly caused Roman to become displeased with him, and Angel knew he had to be cautious when dealing with such narrow-minded individuals.
The initial grudge with Hookedick had been a minor matter, but it escalated into a life-and-death situation due to Hookedick’s pettiness.
Angel thought he could be generous and let it go, but the other party was extremely calculating, and their hatred brewed stronger over time, even turning into a demon within their heart that could potentially block their faith for a lifetime.
So, Angel didn’t take Roman’s earlier lenient action to heart. He was well aware that Roman had begun to harbor resentment towards him, and whether this would turn into hatred, or even escalate into full-scale conflict, only time would tell.
For now, Angel had no plans to confront Roman, as his word carried the most weight on the ship.
Of course, if Roman were eliminated, Angel could naturally take control of the mortal vessel, but this did not align with his character, especially considering the powerful figure standing behind Roman.
Nevertheless, Angel wouldn’t rule out this option until the very end.
Before that, Angel decided to keep a low profile.
Soon, night fell. The clouds tonight were faint, appearing like a thin gray ribbon against the rich darkness of the night sky. Stars filled the heavens, reflecting a brilliant shimmer on the sea.
The rare calm weather in the Devil’s Sea, even the waves on the sea’s surface were not too large.
Despite the tranquility, Angel did not stay in his room to study but instead stepped out of his cabin and leisurely landed on the deck.
Leaning against the railing, Angel casually enjoyed the night breeze.
He didn’t want to do anything today, just let his mind wander and allow his emotions to settle.
Half a month had passed since setting sail, and Angel still felt a sense of unreality—had he really embarked on his homeward journey?
On the vast ocean, with no boundaries in sight, many sailors often became disoriented, unable to distinguish between the sky and the sea. With the same scenery every day, time seemed to have become a cyclical loop. Yesterday turned into today, and yesteryear became this year.
Angel occasionally experienced such illusions, sometimes gazing at the endless ocean and even feeling as if he was still on the Purple Bohemia, en route to the Vast Continent, waiting to enter White Coral Floating Island Academy. Perhaps his experiences in the Savage Grottoes were just a dream he had imagined.
In the briefest of moments, Angel found himself lost in a haze, only to be jolted back to reality and realize he had already started on his way home. The ocean beneath the moonlit sky was so gentle it could make one forget the dangerous undercurrents lurking beneath the surface. Angel closed his eyes, savoring the rare tranquility.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from behind, their regular yet heavy rhythm indicating the approach of an ordinary person. As a faint, fragrant breeze wafted into his nostrils, Angel opened his eyes to see a woman standing three meters away—Helen.
Having removed her dark blue uniform, Helen wore an ordinary white chiffon dress, her hands resting on the railing as she gazed into the unknown distance.
“I want to thank you for your help today; otherwise, I might have…” Helen’s voice trailed off as she turned to look at the middle-aged man before her, his languid demeanor giving off an air of decadence even when he smiled.
“If Deputy Captain Helen had died, it would have been incredibly difficult to reach our destination,” Angel casually replied.
“Regardless of the reason, you saved me from danger.” Helen lowered her head, her icy demeanor suddenly tinged with embarrassment. “I don’t know how to repay you. If you don’t mind, I could offer you my body…”
Angel interrupted, “If you want to repay me, just safely navigate the Cloud Conch to our final destination. That would be the best way to show your gratitude.”
Helen paused, put away her deliberately seductive demeanor, and said, “I understand. It is my duty to ensure the Cloud Conch safely arrives on the Feran Continent.”
Angel smiled without further comment, choosing instead to continue enjoying the tenderness the moonlight, starlight, and ocean offered in this place and time. For a while, silence enveloped the ship’s railing.
After what seemed like an eternity, Helen, seemingly having struggled internally, spoke in a hushed voice, “Sir, the other sailors are actually grateful to you as well, but certain circumstances prevent them from expressing it openly.”
Angel didn’t comment on this matter, not wanting to discuss uninteresting topics during his rare moments of leisure.
“Deputy Captain Helen, is it true that a single voyage lasts years?”
“Yes, the longest journey the Cloud Conch has ever taken lasted three years.”
“How many years have you been at sea? How do you manage to pass the time while sailing on the monotonous ocean?” Angel asked curiously.
Helen was surprised that the wizard before her would be interested in the lives of ordinary people like them. Weren’t wizards supposed to be aloof, looking down upon commoners as if they were mere ants beneath their feet?
If Angel knew Helen’s thoughts, he would probably laugh and say that many extraordinary beings believe they are superior to ordinary humans, but this is just superficial arrogance. In private, they are just as they are, and their scandals may not differ much from ordinary people. For example, the Enchanting Fragrance Grand Theatre of Shadow Demon City is a theater for ordinary people, but its fame in the Savage Grottoes is not small at all. Even Mirror Lady knows about it and has even drawn related erotic scrolls.
At first, when Angel secretly went to the Enchanting Fragrance Grand Theatre, he found that many extraordinary beings had blended in.
So, for Angel, official wizards may have left the circle of ordinary people, but the vast majority of apprentices are actually ordinary humans. It’s just that arrogance and prejudice make them unable to recognize themselves.
“Born on the sea, but I studied on land when I was young. I actually started sailing just over twenty years ago. As for how to pass the time…” Helen suddenly laughed: “On the ocean, we don’t pass the time, but time wears us down.”
“Before, I used to find some entertainment, but when I understood this fact, I didn’t care anymore, and I just endured it.” A faint sadness flashed in Helen’s eyes: “The sea is eternal and unchanging, but the people sailing on it are being eliminated one by one.”
Helen turned her head, her long black hair blown by the sea breeze to her lips: “Sir, may I ask you a question?”
Angel nodded indifferently.
“When I first saw you, I noticed that you didn’t seem surprised that I am a woman. Why weren’t you surprised that a woman serves as the deputy captain of a long-haul cargo ship?” Helen quietly looked at Angel.
Angel thought Helen would ask a question like whether she, like Ananda, wanted to inquire about how to become an extraordinary being. He didn’t expect it to be such a question.
“Is this your question?” Angel showed confusion: “Why should I be surprised?”
“Because I am a woman.”
Angel shook his head, “What does this have to do with your gender? I also know a woman who once lived at sea, and she even single-handedly dominated an entire sea area, and she did this when she was still a mortal. Her achievements have nothing to do with her gender.”
Helen was stunned, and it took her a while to say, “Sir, the person you’re talking about, wouldn’t it be Lady Asbay from the Blackberry Sea Territory?”
“It seems you’ve heard of her too. Since you know, why be confused? She is like a lighthouse standing in front of you.”
“But… isn’t it rumored that Lady Asbay was captured by the Night Wolf Pirates four years ago and even became the thirteenth bride of the Night Wolf leader? Now, the Night Wolf leader has become the new Blackberry King because of this,” Helen doubted.
“Tsk, tsk, it seems that taking advantage of gossip is prevalent everywhere. The Lady Asbay you’re talking about is no longer a mortal, so how could she be captured by an ordinary pirate group?”
Upon hearing Angel’s words, Helen suddenly realized that it was the Night Wolf leader who had lied.
“Lady Asbay was once my goal, but those rumors later made me… I didn’t expect to misunderstand her all this time.” The faith that had once collapsed in Helen’s heart was reestablished at this moment.
Angel shook his head with a smile, not expecting Nausica’s influence to be so extensive, even becoming the faith in other people’s hearts. Even other pirates could just take advantage of the rumors, create gossip, and ascend to the new Blackberry King.
As Angel marveled at this, his gaze inadvertently caught the figurehead not far away.
Chapter 706 Roman <TOC> Chapter 708 Switching the Beam for the Pillar