Chapter 708 Switching the Beam for the Pillar <TOC> Chapter 710 The Changes in Fairytale World
Translator: SumTLMan
A cold light flashed in Angel’s eyes as they met with Roman’s gaze.
“Since that’s the case, I won’t hold back,” Angel whispered.
A smirk curled up on Roman’s lips, as he didn’t believe that an apprentice who had just entered the third rank could handle a peak-level apprentice sea beast. Moreover, from his observation, this seemingly dejected middle-aged man probably hadn’t even integrated a bloodline yet. How could he face the incredibly formidable sea beast with his frail body?
In the end, he’ll have to kneel and beg me, Roman thought, his eyes flickering. At that time… he would be at his mercy.
With that in mind, Roman showed a hypocritical smile, “If Sir Pat is unable to handle it, even if it’s a stretch, I’ll be ready to provide support… Don’t worry, I’ll be your backup, Sir Pat.”
Angel silently watched Roman, who seemed to be speaking righteous words, but he faintly sensed the deep malice hidden beneath the shiny surface.
Angel sneered, “A sea beast like this, why would I need your help, Sir Roman?”
Roman’s expression stiffened, and he thought to himself: still stubborn even before death. He initially had some concerns, but since he was seeking death, it saved him the trouble of taking action.
“Let’s wait and see,” Roman crossed his arms, adopting an indifferent attitude, and looked at the sea beast whose head was now raised high in the distance.
The enormous snake-like mouth could almost bite a massive hole in the Cloud Conch with just one bite.
At this moment, its huge mouth was already towering high, its sharp fangs gleaming with a chilling light as it fiercely bit down on the side of the Cloud Conch.
The tranquil, waveless ocean, the horrified expressions of the mortals, and the bloody, ferocious fangs of the sea snake formed a scene as if it were a frozen painting.
The next second, the Cloud Conch was about to be torn apart and sunk, and the mortals would meet a tragic end… But this predetermined outcome of the painting was shattered by a crisp cry.
Even Roman couldn’t see what happened clearly; all he sensed was a flash of gray mist, and the sea snake was suddenly struck as if by a cannonball. Its massive body, tens of meters long, was instantly sent flying high into the air.
As the sea snake was knocked into the sky, another cry echoed through the clouds.
At the same time, the fleeting gray mist reappeared, and before the sea snake could react to the situation, the mist shot through its head.
The shattered head exploded, blood raining down and mingling with the dirty white foam, falling onto the deck.
Although the sea snake’s head was destroyed, some neural memory remained in its body, causing it to continue struggling and writhing, all while plummeting from the sky.
In just a mere two seconds, before everyone’s terror could fade, the sea serpent went from a ferocious hunter to the hunted prey. A massive shadow loomed over the Cloud Conch.
Just as the giant snake was about to fall, the gray mist struck again, making it fall off to the side without a hitch, suspending it in midair without sinking into the sea.
It wasn’t until then that Roman saw the true form of the gray mist. It was a bizarrely dressed seabird wearing a doll outfit, flapping its wings joyfully and slowly landing on Angel’s shoulder.
At the same time, the snake’s mutilated body, supported by a cloud of gray mist, slowly descended onto the deck.
It was too fast! Roman felt his arm trembling slightly.
He swallowed hard, feeling as if the previous scene was an illusion. He had envisioned the ending of this act and even thought of how to get rid of the lowly and lazy person, but why did this unexpected change happen?
Moreover, this change was so significant that it overturned the script he had written from the beginning, turning him from a mastermind playwright into a third-rate comedic clown.
Roman’s gaze trembled as he looked at the seabird.
He knew this bird; ever since that kid named Pat came aboard, he had noticed the bird, but only felt a weak energy, thinking it was a low-level magical creature, an alchemy familiar for sending messages.
He knew that many conservative elder wizards liked to use ravens, owls, and cats as their proxies.
At first, he thought this bird was such a being, but never expected it to be so powerful that it was hard to imagine. The ability to kill a peak-level apprentice in just two seconds might be comparable to a formal wizard.
Even if it hadn’t reached the level of a formal wizard, it definitely had the strength of a half-step wizard.
No wonder Pat didn’t care about the sea beasts he hunted before. With this bird, what sea beast couldn’t he catch? He didn’t need to compete with him for a single sea beast.
The seabird seemed to notice Roman’s gaze, its crimson eyes quietly staring at him. Roman wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but he saw a hint of mockery and disdain in its eyes, just like his own condescending attitude when looking at ordinary people.
His hand, hidden by his wizard’s robe, clenched into a fist, veins popping. But he didn’t dare say a word now, even losing the courage to mock the opponent.
Faced with such a powerful seabird, all he could do was stiffen his body and show Pat a flattering, submissive smile.
“I never expected Sir Angel to have such powerful assistance. If I had known this, I wouldn’t have embarrassed myself,” Roman tried to engage in conversation with Angel, but all he received in return was a cold sneer.
Angel had no intention of continuing the conversation with Roman; he hadn’t forgotten Roman’s thinly veiled malice earlier.
With a light leap, Angel jumped onto the deck.
As Roman was ignored, his gaze grew increasingly darker. Watching Angel’s retreating figure, malicious thoughts rose in his heart once again, accompanied by a flame of jealousy burning fiercely.
I struggled so hard, only to reach the peak of apprenticeship just before my life’s end. He is lazy and decadent, with a long life ahead, yet he can also reach a level three apprentice? My life is running out, fighting for every opportunity to advance, while he just needs to send out a magical pet to gain rewards I could never achieve even if I tried my entire life!
Why?
Why can he squander his youth, growing with ease, while I have to humbly fight for every ounce of hope?
Roman’s evil thoughts incessantly invaded his mind, his animosity towards Angel intensified, fueled by his jealousy and narrow-mindedness, eventually turning into deep-seated hatred.
Roman watched as Angel landed, skillfully handling the snake corpse, nonchalantly distributing the energy-filled snake meat to the commoners around him. Finally, he clenched his teeth, turned around, and went back to his cabin, locking the door tightly.
Angel glanced back as Roman left.
He was well aware of Roman’s burning gaze, constantly watching him. He even sensed Roman’s emotions gradually changing…
“My lord, are you really giving us this meat?” A sailor with a red headscarf asked excitedly, well aware of the value of the sea beast’s meat.
“Take it,” Angel replied, cutting only a small portion of the meat and giving it to the Kulakuka tribe and Nano in his bracelet. He didn’t keep the rest. After all, it wasn’t magical material, and he didn’t want it to take up space in his bracelet, nor did he want it to spoil. It was better to use it fully.
Hearing Angel’s response, a wave of cheers erupted, with some even fantasizing whether they could become a talented person by eating this sea snake meat.
“By the way, don’t forget to have the chef make some grilled meat. I haven’t eaten meat in a long time,” Angel said.
“Rest assured, my lord, no problem at all! We’ll have grilled meat and fine wine!”
“Why not have an open-air party on the deck? We can celebrate surviving the ordeal and enjoy this rare delicacy!”
One suggestion was immediately met with everyone’s approval. At sea, sailors liked to gather to eat and drink when they were bored, as a way to relieve the monotony of life.
With everyone in agreement, the fear of the sea snake attack was completely forgotten, and the deck was filled with laughter and cheerful chatter.
The deck was as festive as a holiday, with sailors even bringing barrels of champagne, and the chef carrying a barbecue grill on board, grilling meat while singing the sailor’s favorite tune – the Champagne Song.
Everyone was talking and singing, and there were even arm wrestling matches where the losers performed impromptu stripteases. The joyful atmosphere was infectious, and even Toby joined in with its chirping, despite its less-than-impressive singing voice.
Angel enjoyed the atmosphere, but he didn’t like to immerse himself in such revelry. Instead, he preferred to observe the happiness and joy of the mortals from an outsider’s perspective. Some sailors, having drunk too much, lay sprawled haphazardly, while others continued to work diligently aboard the ship. Though the work conditions varied, the merry atmosphere was shared by all.
Angel, accompanied by the tipsy Toby, prepared to return to his cabin. As he crossed the deck and reached the cabin door, he noticed Helen, who had been busy dealing with the aftermath of the festivities, leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded.
As she opened the door, Helen suddenly flicked her black hair and said seductively, “Thank you for earlier.” “As I’ve said before, there’s no need for further expressions of gratitude. Staying true to your duty and ensuring the safe landing of the Cloud Conch is the greatest thanks,” replied Angel as he pushed the door open, ready to enter the inner cabin.
At that moment, Helen lowered her voice and whispered, almost dissipating in the wind, “Beware of Lord Roman, for I saw hatred in his eyes toward you just now.” Angel turned his head, gave Helen a slight smile, nodded, and then left.
The fact that Helen could say such words indicated that, at the very least, her heart could still discern right from wrong. In a world where too many people lived their lives in confusion, those who were willing to see the truth had become rarities. From this perspective, Angel appreciated Helen’s courage.
In the following days, everything was calm and quiet. Angel thought Roman would devise some scheme to vent his hatred, but he did nothing, merely sulking in his cabin without emerging. However, the more low-key Roman became, the more cautious Angel grew.
Time passed slowly, and before long, the Month of Frostfall arrived.
Chapter 708 Switching the Beam for the Pillar <TOC> Chapter 710 The Changes in Fairytale World