As soon as Roman let his guard down, the trapped sea monster immediately found an opportunity to escape.
Due to Roman's attack and Phantasm's Flame Array, the sea monster was severely injured. Knowing that it couldn't defeat Roman, it chose to run away.
With a flip of its tail, the creature fled into the distance.
Roman wanted to chase after it, but he didn't want to risk being attacked from both sides, so he could only watch as the sea monster left.
Angor chuckled coldly. If Roman kept attacking the sea monster, Roman could easily finish it off in its current state. But he just let it go.
It was all because of Angor's Phantasmal Death, which made him start to doubt himself.
Angor's original plan was to let Roman take care of the sea monster. Since Phantasm's Flame Array was stealing from Roman, Angor had no choice but to take it back.
Angor was a little annoyed by Roman's actions, but he didn't intend to attack him.
But he didn't expect Roman to be so paranoid.
The sea slowly calmed down. Roman clenched his fists and veins popped up on his forehead. He felt both regret and anger at losing his prey.
He looked back and gave Angor a meaningful glance.
Angor, on the other hand, leaned against the mast and looked at the old man.
"What a shame. That sea monster was supposed to be yours, Mister Roman. I didn't think it would break free."
"Hmph!" Roman humphed but didn't say anything.
There was no point in arguing with Angor right now. Angor's suspicions didn't come true, and Roman didn't do anything out of the ordinary.
Roman landed on the ground and spoke in a cold tone, "Looks like I'm not good enough to deal with that sea monster alone. Next time, I'll have to work with you, Mister Padt."
Without waiting for Angor's reply, Roman stomped on the ground and flew to the balcony on the fourth floor, disappearing from sight.
As for the deck that he had borrowed strength from, a deep hole that was covered in spider web patterns appeared because of his stomp.
"The Limpet was destroyed by its owner." Angor shook his head and slowly entered the cabin.
All the sailors lowered their heads along the way. They were not stupid. It only took them a little analysis to figure out what was going on. As employees of the White Clam Shipping Company, they naturally stood on Roman's side. Even though Angor saved their lives before.
When Angor walked past Helen, she nodded at him and thanked him.
Angor did not respond. Any response from him might bring trouble to others.
When he returned to his room, his expression turned grim. What happened just now made Roman unhappy. Angor had to be careful when dealing with someone as narrow-minded as him.
His feud with Hookdick back then was but a small matter. In the end, Hookdick's narrow-mindedness was the only reason they ended up in such a situation.
Angor believed that he could forgive Hookdick easily, but Hookdick was too narrow-minded. In the end, Hookdick's hatred grew stronger and stronger until it became a demon in his heart. If he could not get rid of it, he would not be able to live a peaceful life.
Therefore, Angor did not take Roman's words seriously. He was very clear in his heart that Roman definitely had a grudge against him in his heart. As for whether or not it would become hatred, or even develop into a big fight, this still needed time to ferment.
Angor did not plan to offend Roman right now. After all, Roman was the one who had the most authority on this ship.
Of course, if he killed Roman, he could take away the mortal's authority. But that did not fit Angor's personality. After all, Roman's backer was a colossus.
However, he would not rule out this option before the time had reached the end.
Until then, he decided to keep a low profile.
Soon, night fell. Tonight, the clouds were very light. In the dense night, they were like thin gray ribbons. Stars covered the entire sky, reflecting the dazzling light of the sea.
Just like during the day, Devil's Water was peaceful. There were no big waves on the surface of the sea.
Angor did not stay in his room to study. Instead, he stepped out of his cabin and landed on the deck.
He leaned against the railing of the ship and enjoyed the night breeze.
He did not want to do anything today. He just wanted to relax and let his mind settle down.
It had been half a month since they set sail. Angor was still a little confused. Was he already on his way home?
In the boundless sea, with no end in sight, many sailors would often get lost, to the point where they couldn't even differentiate between the sky and the sea. It was the same every day, and time seemed to have become a cycle. Yesterday became today, and last year became this year.
Angor would sometimes have such misconceptions. Sometimes, when he looked at the endless sea, he even wondered if he was still on The Redbud. In fact, he was on his way to Fey Continent, waiting to enter White Coral Floating Island Academy. His experience in Brute Cavern might just be a dream.
However, it only lasted for a brief moment. When he regained his senses, he realized that he was already on his way home.
The sea under the moonlight was so gentle that it could even make one forget about the hidden dangers under the water.
Angor closed his eyes and enjoyed the rare peace.
Footsteps suddenly came from behind. The rhythmic but heavy footsteps indicated that the visitor was just a mortal.
When he smelled a faint fragrance, Angor opened his eyes and looked at the woman standing three meters away from him. It was Helen.
Helen had taken off her dark-blue uniform and was now wearing a plain white gauze dress. She leaned against the railing and looked into the unknown distance.
"Thank you for your help today, Sir. Otherwise, I might have …" Helen paused and turned to look at the middle-aged man in front of her. He had a lazy appearance, and even when he smiled, there was a sense of decadence and laziness.
"If Vice Captain Helen dies, it'll be difficult for us to reach the destination," Angor said casually.
"I don't care. You saved my life, mister." Helen lowered her head and suddenly became shy. "I don't know how to repay you. If you don't mind, my body …"
"If you want to pay me back, then make sure The Limpet reaches the destination safely. That's the best way to repay me."
Helen was surprised. "I understand. It's my responsibility to make sure The Limpet reaches Ferran Land safely."
Angor smiled and did not say anything else. He continued to enjoy the gentle moonlight, the starlight, and the sea.
For a moment, the railing of the ship fell into silence.
After a long time, Helen seemed to have gone through an internal struggle, and said in a low voice, "Sir, the other sailors during the day were actually grateful to you, but for some special reasons, they didn't dare to express it."
Angor did not comment on the matter. He did not want to waste time talking about meaningless things since he had the time to do so.
"So, Mister Helen, a trip like this takes years, right?"
"Yes. The Limpet's longest trip lasted for three years."
"How many years have you spent on the sea? How do you kill time on the sea all year long? "Angor asked curiously.
Helen was a little surprised that the Great Wizard in front of her would care about the lives of mortals like them. Shouldn't Great Wizards be high and mighty, looking down on mortals like looking at ants under their feet?
Angor would laugh if he knew what Helen was thinking. Many supernaturals believed themselves to be superior to mortals, but that was only their pride on the surface. They were just as arrogant as mortals when it came to their private matters. Take the Enchanting Theater in Midnight Sovereign for example. It was a theater for mortals, but it was quite famous in Brute Cavern. Even Lady Mirror knew about it. She even had a painting about it.
When Angor sneaked into the theater, he saw many supernaturals sneaking into the theater.
As far as Angor was concerned, wizards might have left the mortal world, but most apprentices were still ordinary humans. It was just that their arrogance and prejudice made them lose sight of themselves.
"I was born on the sea, but I went to school on land when I was young. I only started sailing about 20 years ago. As for how to kill time … "Helen chuckled." We don't kill time on the sea. It's time that kills us. "
"I used to find some entertainment. But now, I don't care anymore. I just have to endure it." A trace of sorrow suddenly flashed through Helen's eyes, "The sea has never changed since ancient times, but the people who sail on the sea are being eliminated one by one."
Helen turned around. Her long black hair was blown to her lips by the wind. "May I ask you something, sir?"
Angor nodded nonchalantly.
"When I first met you, sir, you didn't seem surprised that I'm a woman. Why aren't you surprised that a woman is the vice-captain of an ocean-going cargo ship? "Helen looked at Angor quietly.
He thought Helen was going to ask about how to become a supernatural like Ananda did, but Helen didn't seem to care at all. He didn't expect such a question.
"That's a question?" Angor was confused. "Why should I be surprised?"
"Because I'm a woman."
Angor shook his head. "What does that have to do with your gender? I also know a woman who used to live on the sea. She even used her own strength to dominate an entire region of the sea. And this was what she did when she was still a mortal. Her achievements have nothing to do with her gender. "
Helen was stunned. After a while, she said, "Sir, this person you're talking about wouldn't be Sir Asbel from the Blackberry Sea, right?"
"So you've heard of her. Then why are you still confused? She's standing in front of you like a lighthouse. "
"But … Didn't people say that she was captured by the Nightwolf Pirates four years ago? She even gave herself to the leader of Nightwolf Pirates and became his thirteenth bride. Now, the leader of Nightwolf Pirates has become the new king of Blackberry Waters. That's why. "
"Tsk, tsk. Looks like you can use your mouth to take advantage of people everywhere. That Lady Asbel you're talking about is no longer a mortal. How could she be captured by a common pirate? "
Helen finally realized that the leader of Nightwolf Pirates was lying.
"Her Excellency Asbel was once my target, but those rumors made me … I didn't expect that I would always misunderstand her." Helen's faith, which had originally fallen in her heart, was reestablished at this moment.
Angor shook his head. He didn't expect Nausica to be so influential. She even became someone's idol. Other pirates could even claim the title of the new Blackberry King by spreading a rumor.
As he sighed, he noticed a statue on the bow of the ship not far away.
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