SWDnovel Chapter 329 Lucky Coins
Chapter 329 Lucky Coins
Chapter 329 Lucky Coins
Two seconds later, the mirror returned to darkness, layers of water rippled out, and bright red, blood-red words popped out on the mirror: "It's my turn to ask a question."
Even if you know that the girl you like will wear the dress you gave her, the jewelry you gave her, and the cosmetics you gave her, and meet men of different ages and styles in a vibrant and passionate bar.
And the next morning, you ate the breakfast for two that you had brought to me immediately, and rode home in the carriage you were driving.
You still like her and are willing to continue doing these things for her, right?
The captain of the Mechanical Heart squad, who looked relatively young but had a high hairline, suddenly froze, his face as if covered with a cracked gray.
"I...I...it's impossible."
"She clearly said they were just ordinary friends..."
"I don't believe it! You must have made this up, you definitely did!"
He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, oblivious to the strange looks he received from those around him, and to the words that reappeared on the mirror in front of him: "Time's up. Failure to answer will be considered a waiver of answering the question and will result in punishment."
The next second, a thick, green-dyed bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air in the conference room and landed on the captain of the Mechanical Heart team, who was still excitedly talking to himself.
Then, his hair became curly and flamboyant, like Icons, and reflected a layer of green light.
His neat clothes and face were covered with uneven and irregular charring, and his body swayed from side to side as if he were drunk, twitching from time to time.
Several deacons and captains from the Mechanical Hearts nearby swallowed hard and whispered, "I think Arodes seems a bit more irritable than usual these past few days?"
"I feel the same way. Even Deacon Ikonser could only withstand one lightning strike."
"It might be because most of the questions we asked it these past few days involved angels and secrets, which made it unhappy..."
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After they quieted down, Horamik Hayden, sitting at the head of the table, looked around and said, "One last question, who will answer?"
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The deacons and team leaders on both sides of the conference table looked as if they were still in school and had been called on by their teacher, each of them wishing they could bury their heads in their shirts.
At night, the crashing waves lapped against the hull of the ship, and the salty sea breeze filled the air. The cabin seemed to be in a slightly tipsy state, and it began to sway irregularly.
On the White Agate's corridor leading to the captain's cabin, Cyril strode lightly and steadily, seemingly unaffected by the ship's swaying.
At the other end of the corridor, Captain Airland stood at the door of the captain's cabin, his expression unchanged, but clearly wary as he looked this way.
He strode over and greeted the other man with a smile, as if meeting an old friend: "Long time no see, Captain Ellan."
"I never expected that the ship I randomly picked would be the White Agate again. What a coincidence!"
Airan remained silent, half of his face obscured by the shadow cast by his hat brim. It was clear that he didn't particularly like this encounter.
Ignoring Airland's reaction, he continued, "There should be some spare rooms on the ship. Could you arrange one for me?"
"Don't worry, I'll buy the ticket."
After a long silence, Airan nodded slightly and said, "Okay, I'll have the ship's staff do it later. But, I'll take you there myself."
"As for the replacement ticket, I'll register it for you. Are you still using the name Randolph Carter?"
"Of course." Sirion nodded, then pulled three 10-pound notes from his pocket and handed them over.
Erlan hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take it, and then led him to the first-class cabin on the ship, which had not yet been occupied by any passengers.
As Airland handed him the key, he explained familiarly, "Each first-class cabin has a private bedroom, servant's room, and washroom, as well as a balcony. There are also buttons in the room so you can call the ship's stewards at any time."
"The waiters will be a little slower to arrive outside of normal working hours, and the staff also need to rest."
"In addition, this is one of the best-located first-class rooms, with a 90-degree angled balcony that ensures plenty of sunlight while also offering a panoramic sea view."
Cyril was not listening very attentively when he suddenly turned his head to look at the deck in another direction.
Although he could only see the white-painted wall decorated with picture frames, his spiritual intuition told him that people were gathering there, there were subtle but extraordinary signs, and something was about to happen.
He paused, then turned to look at Airan, who had stopped his presentation, and said with a smile, "It seems someone is organizing an extra event tonight. Shall we go check it out?"
"Your spiritual intuition is very strong," Ellan commented seriously, then said, "They are a few former adventurers. They paid a price, borrowing a few rifles from the ship's guards and asking the patrolling crew not to disturb them for the time being."
"I was originally going to go and keep an eye on them, but..."
"And then I ran into him suddenly demanding a ticket," Sirien chuckled, before heading out.
After traversing most of the cabin, he and Erlan arrived at the foredeck, where they spotted a merman stumbling towards the ship's side.
A humanoid fish-like monster covered in dark green scales and with slime flowing from its surface.
Although it is called a fish-man, the only similarity between it and a human is probably that they are about the same height, and that they have hands, feet and a head.
While he was observing the merman, Erlan had already set up his rifle and pulled the trigger.
boom!
A bright yellow bullet shot out and accurately struck the fishman's eye socket, shattering its brain.
bang~
The merman stumbled and fell, leaving only bloodshot eye sockets from which a faint white gel could be seen oozing.
Although its body was still twitching and its limbs were still exerting force, it was too weak to stand up or crawl. After struggling for a few breaths, it died completely.
"Your marksmanship is excellent," Sirion praised sincerely.
He had used firearms before, but his skill level was far from good; he was only very basic.
It was only after becoming an "astrologer" and developing excellent spiritual intuition that his shooting accuracy improved, but he still couldn't reach the level of Erlan when facing moving targets.
Airland put down his rifle and replied calmly, "I used to serve on HMS William V in the Royal Navy. For a soldier, marksmanship is the most basic skill."
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As he spoke, he stepped out of the shadows of the cabin and looked at the several former adventurers who had been hunting fishmen and were now scattered on the other side of the deck.
He was slightly surprised to see two children still at the scene, but he smiled calmly and said, "As a captain, I must ensure that no accidents happen. Please forgive me for firing the gun just now."
"This is your boat."
"As is customary, you have the right to share the loot..."
Cyril bypassed the two people whose conversation was tinged with probing and went straight to Klein, who was standing with two children.
His actions caused the man who was talking to Erlan to pause, and then he gestured with his eyes for his companion to follow.
Klein, standing beside the two children, stepped forward and said in a familiar tone, "You're here to join in the fun?"
Cyril shrugged: "It's human nature to join in the fun, otherwise a journey with no one there would be so boring."
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The two children nearby looked over curiously, and the more outgoing older sister immediately asked, "Big brother, are you an adventurer too?"
Klein's already expressionless face stiffened slightly after his disguise was completed, and his eyes twitched slightly.
Why should I call him "big brother" but call me "uncle"?
In terms of appearance, there's not much difference between us, right? Did I make my character look too mature when I sculpted his/her face?
"I'd be more of a bounty hunter than an adventurer."
As he spoke, Sirion raised an eyebrow and, in a very good mood, took out two gold Horns from his pocket and handed them to them.
"This is a lucky gold coin blessed by a god who controls good fortune. Carrying it can ward off disasters and bring good luck. Consider it a gift from me to you."
Klein: ^
I didn't, don't talk nonsense...
And even if I could truly bestow a blessing, it would definitely be in the gold pound of Rune, not the gold horn of Fursac, since the gold pound is the most valuable of all gold coins.
However, casually giving away a piece of gold as a gift is worth one-fifth of a gold pound. Two pieces would be two-fifths of a gold pound. This guy is really rich.
The two children glanced at the bodyguard who had just approached, then at Klein, before reaching out to take the Kim Horne that he handed them.
"Wow!"
"Thank you, big brother~"
After accepting the gift of Kim Horn and exchanging greetings, the two children ran excitedly and fearfully to the fishman's corpse, observing the monster with great curiosity.
After everyone had moved away, Klein suddenly approached and whispered, "Are those two golden Horns really blessed?"
Cyril looked at him with some surprise, then shook his head: "Of course not."
"However, I used them frequently for divination before, so I'm already familiar with them. When the distance isn't too far, my spiritual intuition can get some feedback."
"Could this be considered a blessing? But it has limitations in terms of distance and time."
"Hmm." Klein nodded slightly, maintaining his persona.
A moment later, Erlan brought over two pieces of fair, tender meat stained with a little red: "Want to try some? This is the most delicious part of a merman's body, perfect for eating raw."
"This is a very rare delicacy, and it can only be found occasionally at sea. On land, even nobles rarely have the opportunity to taste it."
After curiously examining the meat, Cyril and Klein each took a piece and put it in their mouths, chewing gently.
"That's great, I'm even tempted to go hunting fishmen."
Airland chuckled and replied, "Then your idea is probably going to be in vain. This is a safe passage, repeatedly swept through by the Storm Church's forces, so you'll hardly encounter any extraordinary creatures."
"It's incredibly lucky that even one merman appeared tonight."
"Of course, even outside the safe shipping lanes, there aren't many extraordinary creatures, so you won't encounter them easily. The greater danger actually comes from those pirates."
After a slight pause, he said, seemingly casually, "You two seem to get along well. Are you companions on an adventure at sea?"
Before Sirion could speak, Klein preemptively replied, "No, we met on the ship yesterday, and we got along quite well."
I must draw a clear line, otherwise my adventurer career will probably be burdened with a bounty of ten or twenty thousand pounds before it even begins.
Upon hearing this, Erlan smiled and nodded, then changed the subject, saying, "Some parts of the merman's meat taste quite good. I plan to have the ship's chef work overtime now."
"Would you two be interested in staying to enjoy some delicious food and wine, and share some maritime legends?"
"A legend of the sea? That intrigues me." Cyril raised an eyebrow, then nodded.
Klein nodded in agreement: "Looking forward to it..."
On the deck, everyone sat around the newly set round table, and not far away was the head chef, who had just been about to go to sleep but was woken up by Erlan to work overtime.
The somewhat chubby head chef was very quiet, but his hands moved quickly, slicing the flesh taken from the fishman into even, thin slices. He was fast and very strong.
Cyril suspected that he was treating the fish-man flesh under his knife as if it were Captain Ellan, who was making him work overtime late at night.
Around the round table, people chatted while waiting for their meal.
Ellan seemed to be in a good mood and took out his treasured Sonia Blood Wine, but all the adventurers and former adventurers present refused alcohol. The two children were still minors, so it became a drinking session between Sirion and him.