Angor exchanged a cold glance with Roman.
"Fine, I won't hold back then," Angor said in a small voice.
Roman grinned. He didn't believe that a level-3 apprentice who just became a level-3 apprentice could defeat a top-level sea monster. Moreover, according to his observation, this dejected middle-aged man probably hadn't even fused with his bloodline yet. With his frail body, how could he face a sea beast with an incomparably strong body?
In the end, he'll still have to beg for his life. Roman's eyes flickered. When the time came … it would be easy for him to admit defeat.
"If you can't do it, Mister Padt, I'll do my best to help you. Don't worry, I'll be Mister Padt's shield."
He looked at Roman quietly. Although Roman seemed to be trying to help Angor, Angor could sense the malicious intent behind the man's words.
"Why would I need your help, Mister Roman?" Angor sneered.
Roman's expression froze. You're going to die, huh? He was worried about the man's safety, but since the man wanted to die, he didn't have to do anything.
"Let's wait and see." Roman crossed his arms and acted as if this matter had nothing to do with him. He looked at the sea beast in the distance that had already raised its snake head high.
The snake's mouth was huge enough to bite a hole in The Limpet.
Its sharp fangs glinted in the light as it bit down on The Limpet.
The tranquil ocean, the horrified expressions of the mortals, and the bloody, ferocious fangs of the sea snake were like a painting that had been frozen in time.
In the next second, The Limpet was going to sink, and the mortals were going to die tragically … However, the scene was interrupted by a bird's chirp.
Even Roman couldn't see it clearly. He only saw a gray fog flash past, and the sea snake seemed to have been hit by a cannonball. Its huge body of more than ten meters was instantly sent flying high into the air.
When the sea monster was sent flying, another screech echoed in the sky.
At the same time, the gray fog that flashed by appeared again. Before the Clown Sea Serpent could react to the situation in front of it, the gray fog passed through its head.
The shattered head exploded. Blood dripped down like rain, accompanied by white filth, falling onto the deck.
Although the Clown Sea Serpent's head was broken, its body still retained some of its neural memories. It was still struggling and swaying as it fell straight from the sky.
In just two seconds, before everyone's fear disappeared, the Clown Sea Serpent changed from a ferocious hunter to a target to be hunted by the hunter.
A huge shadow covered the sky above The Limpet.
Seeing that the giant snake was about to fall, the gray fog collided with the sea serpent again, and the sea serpent fell to the side. Moreover, it directly floated in the air and did not sink to the bottom of the sea.
It was only at this moment that Roman finally saw the true form of the gray fog.
It was a strange-looking seabird wearing a doll costume. The bird flapped its wings and slowly landed on Angor's shoulder.
At the same time, the half corpse of the sea snake slowly landed on the deck under the support of a cloud of gray mist.
That was too fast! Roman's arms were still trembling.
He swallowed dryly. He felt that the previous scene was like an illusion. He had clearly thought of the ending of this play, and had even thought of how to kill that lowly and lazy person. But why did such an unforeseen event happen?
Moreover, this unforeseen event was big enough to overturn the script he had written from the beginning. He was a great scriptwriter, but now he was only a third-rate comedy clown.
Roman looked at the seabird with a trembling gaze.
He knew about this bird. When that kid named Padt boarded the ship, he had noticed this bird. However, he only felt a trace of weak energy from it. He thought that it was at most a low-level monster. It was probably just an alchemy familiar used to transmit messages.
He knew that many old wizards of the conservative faction liked to use black birds, owls, and cats as their agents.
At first, he also thought that this bird was such an existence. However, he did not expect this bird to be so powerful … Just from the way it killed a peak Apprentice in 2 seconds, perhaps it was already comparable to an official Magus?
Even if it wasn't a real wizard yet, it was at least a half-step wizard.
No wonder Padt never cared about the sea monsters he hunted. With this bird's help, he could hunt any sea monster he wanted. He didn't need to fight with Angor over a single sea monster.
The seabird seemed to have noticed Roman's gaze. It looked back at Roman with its red eyes. Roman wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he saw a hint of disdain in the bird's eyes. It was just like how Padt looked down on mortals.
Roman's hands, which were covered by his robe, were clenched into tight fists. His veins were bulging. However, he didn't dare to say anything. He didn't even have the courage to mock the bird anymore.
The only thing he could do in front of such a powerful bird was to keep his body stiff and give Padt a flattering smile.
"I didn't know Mister Padt had such a powerful ally. I shouldn't have embarrassed myself like this." Roman tried to talk to Angor, but he only got a cold sneer.
Angor didn't want to talk to Roman anymore. He didn't forget Roman's malicious words.
He leaped onto the deck without hesitation.
Roman, who was ignored, looked at Angor's back with a gloomy expression. His mind was filled with hatred again. At the same time, a flame of jealousy was burning in his heart.
I worked so hard to become a top-level apprentice before I reached the end of my life. That man is lazy and dispirited, and he has a long life ahead of him. How did he become a level-3 apprentice? I'm about to reach the end of my life, and I'm fighting for every chance I get. But he only needs to send out a pet, and he'll get something I can't even get if I use up all my life!
Why?
Why do you get to waste your youth and grow up so easily, while I have to fight for every chance I get?
Roman's evil thoughts kept invading his mind. At first, he was only angry at Angor. But as his narrow-mindedness fermented the anger in his mind, it turned into an unquenchable hatred.
Roman watched Angor land on the deck, deal with the snake body skillfully, and distribute the meat to the mortals around him. In the end, he gritted his teeth and returned to his bedroom, locking the door behind him.
When Roman left, Angor also turned around to look at Roman's direction.
He could sense that Roman's burning gaze had always been focused on him, and he could even sense the gradual change in Roman's emotions ….
"Mister, are you sure you're giving us the meat?" A sailor wearing a red headscarf said excitedly. This was the meat of a sea beast, and they knew how valuable it was.
"Take it." Angor only cut a small part of the meat and threw it into his bracelet for the Krakoks and Nano. He didn't keep the rest. After all, the meat wasn't a magic ingredient, and he didn't want to waste it in his bracelet. If he left it outside, it would go bad in a few days. It was better to make the best use of it.
The sailors cheered when they heard Angor's answer. Some of them even wondered if they could become talents by eating the meat.
"Oh, and don't forget to ask the cook to make some grilled meat. I haven't eaten meat in a long time," Angor said.
"Of course, mister! Grilled meat and wine! "
"How about we have an outdoor party on the deck? Let's celebrate our survival and enjoy the best food in the world! "
One person's suggestion immediately received a response from the rest. Sailors liked to gather together to eat and drink when they were bored on the sea. It was also a way to relieve their boredom.
After everyone reached a consensus, the fear of the sea serpent completely disappeared at this moment. The deck was full of joy and laughter.
Some sailors even brought champagne buckets to the deck. Even the cook brought a barbecue grill to the deck and began to sing a song that all sailors on the sea knew — the Champagne Song.
Everyone was talking and singing. There were even people who started arm wrestling. The loser had to do a striptease.
The joyous atmosphere was contagious, and even Toby joined in, even though his singing voice was rather unsightly.
Angor liked this kind of atmosphere, but he didn't want to join in the fun. He wanted to stay as an outsider and watch the fun of mortals.
Some of the sailors were drunk, and in their drunken stupor they fell about. Some of them continued to work on the ship.
Although the working conditions were very different at this time, the joyous atmosphere was on the same channel.
Angor took Toby back to his cabin with him. When he reached the door of his cabin, he saw Helen leaning against the door with her arms crossed. She had been busy dealing with the aftermath of the battle.
When he opened the door, Helen flipped her long black hair and spoke in a charming tone, "Thank you for what you did."
"Like I said, you don't need to thank me. Just do your job and help The Limpet land safely. That's the best way to show your gratitude." Angor opened the door and prepared to enter the cabin.
Right at this moment, Helen suddenly lowered her voice and whispered, "Pay attention to Sir Roman. I saw his eyes filled with hatred towards you just now."
Angor turned to Helen with a smile, nodded, and left the room.
For Helen to be able to say these words, it was enough to show that she was at least able to distinguish right from wrong. There were too many people in this world who were muddle-headed, and people who were willing to see right from wrong were rare.
He admired Helen's bravery for that.
The next few days were calm and tranquil. Angor thought Roman would do something to vent his anger, but Roman didn't do anything. He just stayed in his room and didn't come out.
However, the more Roman tried to keep a low profile, the more cautious Angor became.
Time slowly passed. In the blink of an eye, it was the Month of Cold Looming.
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