Chapter 710 The Changes in Fairytale World <TOC> Chapter 712 Leviathan
Translator: SumTLMan
“Hasn’t the danger been resolved? Why do you still look so worried?”
Helen had just come down from the lookout platform and was leaning against the ship’s railing, lost in thought, when she heard a gentle voice beside her.
“Sir.” Helen turned to the man standing next to her, about to bow, but was stopped by a soft force. After some consideration, she didn’t continue with the bow but added a bit more respect to her words.
“I just find it strange that the sea has been somewhat unusual these past few days,” Helen said, worry flickering in her eyes as she brushed back her hair.
“Why do you think it’s unusual?” Angel asked curiously. “There’s no absolutely safe area in the Devil’s Sea territory. Aren’t hurricanes and huge waves quite normal?”
“I’m not talking about the weather, but rather…” Helen tried to find words to describe her feelings but realized that none seemed quite right. “Don’t you think, sir, that recently, the sea has been eerily quiet?”
“Quiet?” Angel listened intently; the sea breeze still howled, waves continued to surge, and even the undercurrents at the bottom of the sea bubbled. He didn’t find it quiet. Of course, if he ignored these natural sounds, their journey had been “relatively” quiet.
But wouldn’t such quietness be the norm as long as the weather didn’t turn terrible?
“What do you mean by quiet?” Angel asked with curiosity.
Helen shook her head. “It’s hard for me to describe. It’s a kind of unsettling tranquility. I feel that this route hasn’t been as lively as it was when I last came here; it’s as if it’s dead.”
Helen’s description was filled with abstract concepts. The only conclusion Angel could draw was that this was probably Helen’s intuition.
Angel looked at Helen with an inquisitive expression.
Helen lowered her head, gently shook it, and sighed softly, “Perhaps I’m just overthinking.”
Helen recalled when she had shared her findings with Captain Alvin earlier. He had looked at her just as Angel did now, neither believing nor disbelieving, only gently advising her, “You’re too tired; you should go rest.”
Alvin meant well, and Helen was well aware of that. However, his well-intentioned advice made her feel like a madwoman.
She wanted to convince herself that this was an illusion, but the restless feeling in her heart made it impossible to rationalize.
“It’s not necessarily so.”
Helen suddenly raised her head. “Sir, do you believe me?”
“Perhaps what you say is true. People who make their living on the ocean are more in tune with its frequency. When the ocean’s frequency changes, you may not be able to describe it, but your entire being, from your consciousness to your subconsciousness, is warning you. That’s your intuition,” Angel explained.
Helen seemed to half-understand and murmured, “The ocean’s frequency?”
“It’s just a general term, maybe the humidity at sea, changes in the wind, the direction of ocean currents… Of course, it could also be a more profound concept. Since you’ve been living on the ship, you’re always within this frequency. You don’t consciously remember all these external factors, but your body does. Once your body detects changes in these external factors, it naturally provides feedback to you.”
Helen nodded in a daze, “So, am I overthinking it?”
“Not necessarily. If you have time, why not tell me about your feelings and changes during this period?”
Helen glanced at the distant sea, where the sky was clear, and the wind smelled normal. She thought that there shouldn’t be any danger for the Cloud Conch for a while and said to Angel, “Alright, where should I start?”
Angel didn’t answer Helen but cast a sidelong glance at the fourth floor. He had a faint feeling that someone was watching them from inside, “If you don’t mind, we can talk in my room.”
Helen hesitated, seemingly realizing something, and a blush slowly crept up her fair cheeks. Finally, she gently nodded.
Angel, oblivious to Helen’s change in expression, led her directly back to his room on the third floor.
Upon entering the room, Angel immediately set up a mental barrier around the room.
While talking to Helen earlier, he felt Roman had been spying on them… Roman’s behavior puzzled Angel; he didn’t seem like someone who would gossip, did he?
Or perhaps he was just spying on Angel himself?
Recalling Roman’s suspicious nature, Angel felt something was amiss, but he couldn’t pinpoint the issue. He decided to take Helen back to the room and probe further.
As expected, not long after Angel set up the mental barrier, he sensed a mental tendril lingering outside his room.
There were only two extraordinary individuals on the ship, him and Roman. The mental tendril outside undoubtedly belonged to Roman.
Angel’s expression darkened; his initial feeling wasn’t wrong — Roman was indeed watching them.
Choosing the very moment he spoke with Helen, Roman started spying on them. This made Angel not only curious but also more cautious.
Fortunately, when Roman sensed the mental barrier, he knew he had been discovered by Angel. His mental tendrils circled the exterior before he voluntarily withdrew.
After confirming Roman’s mental tendrils had retreated, Angel remained silent for a while before discussing the main matter with Helen.
Helen’s heart had been pounding the whole time, thinking that something indescribable would happen when Angel brought her back to the room. However, after waiting for a long time, the other party did nothing but continue their previous conversation.
Helen was baffled. Had she misunderstood?
As Angel and Helen spoke, in a lavish room on the fourth floor, Roman’s expression was somewhat gloomy.
The thing he had done… surely it wouldn’t be discovered? After all, it was a routine matter that neither Alvin nor Helen would suspect.
But why did that Pat have to talk to Helen?
Roman pondered for a while, then suddenly remembered Helen’s flushed cheeks and shy expression before entering Pat’s room.
Roman suddenly realized, sneering, “As expected, someone with no taste, actually interested in a middle-aged fat woman.”
After saying this, Roman stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, opened it, and a sea breeze blew in. Roman looked at the distant ocean, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Behind him, a stack of books lay on the table. As the sea breeze blew in, the book covers fluttered open, and a corner-torn painting was blown out from the pages, slowly scattering and unfolding.
With the sunlight from the window, it was clear to see that the painting depicted a desolate ocean and the dark, shadowy depths beneath it.
…
Inside the room on the third floor, Roman revealed his psychological journey and mental changes over this period of time.
“You’re saying that starting half a month ago, you began experiencing uneasiness?” Helen nodded, “Yes, at first it wasn’t too severe, but these past few days, I feel like there’s a heavy stone pressing on my heart when I sleep, even affecting my normal life.”
“Tell me about the time when your anxiety started half a month ago, what happened?”
“Nothing really happened during that time…” Helen slowly immersed herself in the memories of half a month ago.
As Helen recounted, Angel also investigated potential doubts bit by bit.
Suddenly, Angel interrupted, “Wait, you said you went to consult Roman about the upcoming sailing route?”
Helen nodded: “The routes in the Devil’s Sea are ever-changing, and there are more than one route to reach the Feran continent. Almost every certain distance, we would consult the upcoming route.”
“But why do you have to let Roman make the decision? Can’t you make the choice yourself?” Angel frowned and asked.
“Because Roman gets clearer information than we do. Although there are many routes, some often have unexpected incidents, such as dramatic changes in ocean currents, or some routes happen to be the necessary path for sea beasts. It’s difficult for us mortals to know these things, and only Roman can gather this information.”
Angel: “Every time you set sail, is it Roman who gives you the information?”
“Not always, sometimes the presiding wizard is different. However, when Roman is in charge, it’s basically routine to consult him.”
As Helen spoke, her expression gradually became strange: “Speaking of which, it seems true that my mood began to change after choosing the next segment of the route that day. Could it be that there’s a problem with this route?”
Angel pondered for a moment, “The route might have a problem, but people… are more likely to have issues.”
“Are you saying… Ro…” Helen shook her head vigorously, she had never thought that this matter would be related to Roman, as Roman was also part of the White Shell Shipping Company. Although she sometimes felt that Roman was too arrogant, their interests were the same, and they would prosper or suffer together.
“Maybe you misunderstood, the rift between you and Roman happened a week ago, and the route had already changed by then.”
“Are you implying that I’m accusing him of having problems because I don’t get along with Roman?” Angel looked at Helen.
Hesitating for a moment, Helen mustered the courage to ask, “Isn’t that the case?”
Angel shook his head: “Roman is narrow-minded, and indeed, he makes me uncomfortable. However, as long as he doesn’t compete with me for interests or directly target me, I won’t really care about him because there are countless people like him in the Wizarding World.”
“The reason I say Roman has a problem is because of another matter.”
Roman secretly replaced the nightmare stone on the figurehead, which was already undeniable. Why he did this, the answer was basically inescapable: the value of the nightmare stone was so high that it was staggering. He could sell the nightmare stone and exchange it for personal resources, and perhaps even use it to advance to a formal wizard.
What Angel couldn’t understand the most was, by doing this, wouldn’t Roman be aware of the consequences?
The nightmare illusion aura entwined around the figurehead would eventually disappear. Concealing this from these mortals and some apprentices wouldn’t be a problem, but how would he explain it to the people of Sky Mechanical City?
With Roman’s suspicious character, he must have thought of all his escape routes.
At that time, Angel had a faint feeling in his heart that Roman must have made some arrangements for the Cloud Conch, at least to hide the means from those above. Now, comparing it with what Helen said, many things are basically resolved.
Chapter 710 The Changes in Fairytale World <TOC> Chapter 712 Leviathan