Chapter 712 Leviathan <TOC> Chapter 714 Wrapped by Self-Induced Scheme
Translator: SumTLMan
Helen abruptly raised her head as if she had heard something astonishing.
“Sir, are you planning to…”
Angel made a silencing gesture at her, then smiled faintly, “As long as you understand, that’s enough. As for Roman, if he’s on the right track, nothing unexpected will happen. But if he abandons his duties, isn’t it normal for some turbulence to occur?”
Helen didn’t quite understand Angel’s intentions, but he didn’t explain further, only signaling her that she could leave.
“Pretend not to know about this matter, and proceed as usual once you leave.”
“But, will the Cloud Conch really be alright?”
Angel: “Don’t worry, I won’t let myself be buried here as well.”
“I understand.” Helen stood at the door, took a deep breath, and her expression gradually returned from bewilderment and fear to her usual indifference. Her initial shyness and romantic fantasies had long since disappeared.
Helen pushed the door open and left.
Not long after Helen left, Roman received the message. Although he didn’t dare to break through the magic barrier set by Angel, he was still cautious by nature and had set up mental tendrils nearby.
Seeing Helen’s expression as she left was mostly normal, except for a hint of loss in her eyes, Roman was relieved.
As for Helen’s loss, Roman didn’t care much, and sneered to himself, “Tsk, tsk, tsk, it only took half an hour to finish the ‘battle’? It’s really a person who hasn’t integrated into the bloodline; besides having a powerful magical pet, he’s just a waste.”
Little did Roman know, even at the end of his life, his own physique was extremely strong. If any woman shared his bed, he could battle for three days and nights without any problems.
It’s normal for a woman in her middle age to be insatiable, like a tiger. Not being able to satisfy Helen’s desires, wasn’t her loss quite natural?
Although Roman believed Angel shouldn’t have noticed anything, he continued to observe for some time just in case. After confirming that Helen didn’t make any other moves and the Cloud Conch continued to head towards Silver Palm Island, he finally relaxed.
On the other hand, Angel was sitting at his desk, tapping his fingers on the surface at a steady rhythm, lost in thought.
According to the records he had seen, Leviathans usually lurked in the deep sea below 10,000 meters, feeding on emperor squids and giant octopuses. They wouldn’t appear on the surface unless they were chasing prey.
So, why was this Leviathan lurking at the sea surface?
Although the Leviathan had a powerful physical body, even a true knowledge wizard might not be able to break through its scales, it had a significant weakness: low mental power and intelligence.
With the intelligence of Leviathan, it would never remain on the ocean surface unless there was something particularly enticing. Moreover, the location of Leviathan happened to be near Silver Palm Island. With its power, Leviathan could easily erase Silver Palm Island from existence, but it didn’t. Instead, it lurked near the island, which was quite strange.
Angel was puzzled: Could there be something on Silver Palm Island that attracted Leviathan?
Angel had no idea what exactly attracted Leviathan, and perhaps Roman knew since he could receive information on Leviathan’s location in advance. However, Angel was also aware that asking Roman might not guarantee an answer.
“Maybe it’s some sort of opportunity?” Angel pondered, considering whether or not to investigate. After much thought, he finally shook his head: “Even if it is an opportunity, I’ll let it pass.”
The danger of approaching Leviathan was too great. Even though its sensory perception was weak compared to other sea beasts, it was still much stronger than Angel. If discovered, there would certainly be dire consequences.
Furthermore, he didn’t want any more complications; he just wanted to return to his homeland safely. The Healing Ice Coffin was said to last five years, but who knew if something unexpected would happen along the way? He didn’t want to delay any longer.
The existence of Leviathan here was likely known to the outside world. If there was a worthwhile opportunity, people would come. Although Toby’s information indicated that there were no other human settlements near Silver Palm Island, who knew if some wizards were hiding?
If there were no hidden wizards, then perhaps the opportunity here wasn’t highly valued by them.
With that in mind, there was no need to dwell on Leviathan’s behavior.
All Angel needed to do was avoid it and leave it behind.
…
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Helen didn’t tell anyone about Leviathan, nor did she change the course of the ship. Now, the Cloud Conch was not far from Silver Palm Island, and it might arrive by noon.
Helen had pinned all her hopes on a wizard named Pat.
Either they would die, or they would continue to live.
As for Pat’s hint that day about resolving Roman’s issue along the way, she also kept it buried in her heart. If the original scenario played out and the Cloud Conch was destroyed by Leviathan, all the ordinary people aboard would surely die, and it would all be Roman’s decision.
Whether Roman was deliberate or unintentional, he would have caused the deaths of everyone, including herself.
Therefore, Helen’s personal feelings leaned more toward Pat than Roman. She even thought that if Roman were to die, perhaps the journey would be smoother.
“Helen, what are you daydreaming about?”
Helen looked up in a daze to find Alvin standing in front of her, gazing at her with concern.
Helen brushed back her stray hair and put her hat back on: “Captain, what did you just say?”
“I say, has your worry not dissipated yet?” Alvin asked with concern, “If you’re really too worried, why not go ask Sir Roman?”
Helen hurriedly shook her head, “I’m much better now, probably just homesick. There’s no need to bother Sir Roman.”
“But you don’t look well.”
“I haven’t been sleeping well these days, it’s no wonder I look bad.” Helen grumbled, feigning a smile.
Alvin: “True, this voyage has been quite restless. You should rest properly once we reach the Feran Continent.”
Facing Alvin’s concern, Helen hesitated whether to tell Captain Alvin about Leviathan, but after careful consideration, she decided against it. Alvin had never doubted Roman, and to have him accept that Roman might harm everyone for personal gain would surely baffle him for a while.
Once today passes, the truth will be revealed.
Either they’ll survive, and she’ll naturally tell Alvin everything. Or, Sir Pat lied to her, everyone dies, and there’ll be nothing left to say.
“Captain, surely you didn’t come to see me just to care for my mental health? Is something wrong?”
“Nothing much, just to inform you that we’ll soon arrive at Silver Palm Island. Don’t forget to arrange a team to go ashore and replenish our freshwater supplies,” Alvin said.
Helen was taken aback; go ashore? With Leviathan present, how could they possibly land?
Alvin waved his hand in front of Helen’s eyes, “Why are you zoning out again?”
Helen came to her senses, “I was just thinking about who to send ashore. Captain Mosan died a few days ago… I’ll send Nagi, and I’ll instruct him later.”
Mentioning Mosan, who died in the sea beast battle, Alvin also felt a tinge of sadness, “The Sea God will protect us and grant eternal rest to the brave warriors who sleep in the depths of the sea.”
After Alvin left, Helen climbed up to the lookout tower, stood at its highest point, and stared into the distance.
Today was a rare sunny day, but a sea fog obscured the far view.
When the Cloud Conch sailed through the fog, the sun had already reached its zenith. Helen’s hand clenched suddenly because she could see… the lonely Silver Palm Island standing in the ocean.
Golden sunlight, azure sky, and vast white clouds formed the backdrop for Silver Palm Island.
She couldn’t see the so-called Leviathan; was it hidden beneath the sea?
As Helen pondered, cheers erupted from the deck below. Sailors were high-fiving and hugging each other. After drifting at sea for so long, even a simple landmass could excite them.
Some sailors even began to sing.
Watching the joyful scene below, Helen felt an inexplicable sense of sorrow. As a mortal, one could only see what’s in front of them, and the hidden dangers were the true killers lurking in the fog. Mortals, even in death, may never know the truth.
At that moment, Helen noticed the door to the fourth-floor balcony being pushed open.
Roman walked out and stood at the railing, looking down at the cheerful crowd on the deck.
From her vantage point in the highest lookout, Helen clearly saw the corner of Roman’s mouth curl into a cold smile.
His expression, filled with an aloof indifference, seemed as if he was watching a group of the dead.
“Is it amusing for you? People facing death yet celebrating their future?” Helen clenched her fists tightly, with a hint of resentment in her eyes.
Roman seemed to feel Helen’s gaze and turned to look at her.
Helen was taken aback, her emotions not yet hidden away, unsure of how Roman would react.
Before she could see Roman’s response, he turned his head to look in another direction as the door to the third-floor balcony was pushed open. A despondent, languid middle-aged man, wearing a wrinkled wizard’s robe that resembled pickled vegetables, emerged with messy, tousled hair and let out a yawn.
As soon as Angel appeared, he felt the burning gaze above him.
“Hi, good afternoon.” Angel leaned on the railing, squinting at Roman in greeting.
“What? Sir Pat just woke up?”
“Yeah, I stayed up too late last night.” Angel replied casually, then looked toward Silver Palm Island: “Huh? There’s a small island, no wonder everyone is so excited. After spending so much time at sea, it’s indeed thrilling to set foot on solid ground.”
Roman sneered coldly. Excited? It was only for a moment, as that place would soon become their graves.
As they drew closer to Silver Palm Island, Roman’s gaze grew increasingly intense, while sweat began to form on his back. After all, beneath that sea surface lurked a terrifying existence that even full-fledged wizards were unwilling to face.
Roman squeezed the palm of his hand, feeling the solidity brought by the Nightmare Stone within it, and his drumming heartbeat gradually calmed.
“Just a little closer, and it’ll be enough.”
Chapter 712 Leviathan <TOC> Chapter 714 Wrapped by Self-Induced Scheme