"Isn't the danger gone now? Why do you still look so worried? "
Helen had just come down from the observation deck and was leaning against the side of the ship in a daze when she heard a gentle voice by her ear.
"Sir." Helen looked at the man standing beside her and was about to bow when she was stopped by a gentle force. Helen considered for a moment and decided not to do so. Instead, she spoke with a more respectful tone.
"I just feel something strange. The sea is a bit strange these days." Helen ran her fingers through her hair and looked at Angor with a worried expression.
"What do you mean?" Angor wondered. "Devil's Water isn't completely safe. Isn't it normal to see hurricanes and waves?"
"I'm not talking about the weather. I mean …" Helen tried to find words to describe her feeling, but she couldn't find the right words. "Sir, don't you think the sea is so quiet these days that it's creepy?"
"Quiet?" Angor listened carefully. The wind was still blowing, and the waves were still crashing. Even the undercurrents at the bottom of the sea were still making noises. He didn't think the sea was quiet at all. Of course, apart from the natural sounds, this part of the journey was "relatively" quiet.
But as long as the weather wasn't too bad, wasn't it?
"What do you mean by quiet?" Angor asked curiously.
Helen shook her head. "I don't know how to describe it. It's just that I'm very nervous. I don't think this sea route is as lively as it used to be. It's like it's dead."
Helen's description was full of abstract concepts. The only conclusion Angor could come up with was that it was just Helen's intuition.
Angor gave Helen a curious look.
Helen lowered her head and shook it gently. She sighed softly, "Perhaps I'm overthinking things."
When Helen told Captain Erwin about her discovery, he looked at her in the same way. Captain Erwin didn't say whether he believed her or not. Instead, he gently advised her, "You're too tired. Go rest."
Helen knew that Erwin meant well. However, this kind of kindness made her feel like a lunatic.
She tried to convince herself that it was just an illusion, but the unsettling feeling in her heart didn't allow her to do so.
"Not necessarily."
Helen raised her head abruptly. "My lord, you believe me?"
"Maybe what you said is true. People who live on the sea are closer to the frequency of the sea. You can't describe it, but your whole body, from your mind to your subconscious, is warning you. That's what your intuition tells you, "Angor explained.
Helen didn't quite understand. She repeated softly, "The frequency of the ocean?"
"This is just a generalization. It could be the humidity of the sea, the changes in the wind, the direction of the ocean currents … Of course, it could also be a more profound concept. You've been living on a ship, so you're always in this frequency. You don't remember the external information, but your body does. Once your body detects these external changes, it will naturally give you feedback. "
Helen nodded absentmindedly. "Then, am I really overthinking it?"
"Not necessarily. If you have time, why don't you tell me about your feelings and changes during this period of time?"
Helen glanced at the sea in the distance. The sea was clear, and the wind smelled normal. She believed The Limpet would be safe for a while. "Alright, where should I start?"
Angor didn't answer. He glanced at the fourth floor and sensed someone was looking at him. "If you don't mind, let's talk in my room."
Helen hesitated. Her pale cheeks slowly blushed as if she suddenly thought of something. In the end, she nodded.
Angor didn't notice the change in Helen's expression. Instead, he led her to his room on the third floor.
Once inside, Angor quickly set up a spirit barrier around the room.
Earlier, when he was talking to Helen, he felt that Roman was spying on them. Roman wasn't someone who liked to gossip, was he?
Or was Roman just trying to figure out what he was doing?
Angor thought about Roman's suspicious personality. But he couldn't put his finger on it. So, he decided to take Helen back to his room so that he could find out more.
Not long after he set up the spirit barrier, he sensed another spirit tentacle outside his room.
There were only two supernaturals on the ship — Angor and Roman. It had to be Roman's spirit tentacle.
Angor frowned. He was right. Roman was spying on them.
Roman just had to spy on him when he was talking to Helen. Angor was not only curious about this, but he also paid more attention to it.
Fortunately, when Roman sensed the spirit barrier, the spirit tentacle circled around Angor's room and left.
After making sure Roman's spirit tentacle was gone, Angor remained silent for a while before he decided to talk to Helen about something important.
Helen's heart was pounding. She thought Angor was going to do something unspeakable when he took her back to his room. However, Angor didn't do anything. Instead, he continued the conversation.
Helen was confused. Could it be that I misunderstood?
Meanwhile, inside a luxurious room on the fourth floor, Roman was wearing a gloomy expression.
What he did … shouldn't be discovered, right? After all, this was something normal. Neither Erwin nor Helen would suspect anything.
But why did that Padt guy talk to Helen?
Roman thought for a while and suddenly remembered Helen's blushing face when she entered Padt's room.
Roman suddenly came to a realization and coldly snorted, "You really don't know anything, to actually be interested in a middle-aged fat woman."
Roman walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened it. A gentle sea breeze blew in. Roman looked at the ocean in the distance and grinned.
Behind him, a pile of books was placed on the table. When the sea breeze blew in, the cover of the book was blown open. A portrait with a chipped corner was blown away from the pages and slowly opened up.
With the help of the sunlight coming in through the window, one could clearly see that the portrait was of a quiet sea and a dark shadow under the sea.
…
In the room on the third floor, Roman slowly revealed some of his thoughts and psychological changes during this period of time.
"You're saying that you've been panicking since half a month ago?"
Helen nodded. "Yes. It wasn't that bad at first. But these days, I feel like there's a rock on my heart when I sleep. It's so heavy that it's affecting my daily life."
"Tell me, what happened half a month ago? That's when you're worried. What happened?"
"I don't think anything happened …" Helen slowly immersed herself in her memories.
While listening to Helen's explanation, Angor began to think about the possible points.
"Wait, you said you're going to ask Roman about the next route?"
Helen nodded. "Devil's Water has many routes. There's more than one that leads to Ferran Land. Every once in a while, we'll ask for the next route."
"But why did you ask Roman to make the decision? Can't you make the decision yourself? "Angor frowned.
"That's because Lord Roman's information is much clearer than ours. Although there are many sea routes, accidents often occur on some of the sea routes. For example, there's a drastic change in the ocean currents, or a certain sea route just happens to be a route that sea beasts must pass through. As mortals, it's very difficult for us to obtain such information. Only Lord Roman can collect such information.
"Every time you went out to sea, it was Roman who told you the news?"
"Not always. Sometimes, the wizard in charge is different. But as long as Mister Roman is in charge, we'll ask him about it. It's just a routine job. "
At this point, Helen's expression also slowly became strange, "Speaking of which, it seems to be true. Ever since I chose the next route that day, my mood began to change. Is there something wrong with the route? "
Angor considered for a moment. "Yes, but the person … is more likely to be the problem."
"Sir, you mean … Roman …" Helen shook her head fiercely. She had never thought that this matter would be related to Roman, because Roman was also from the White Clam Shipping Company. Although she sometimes felt that Roman was too arrogant, their interests were the same. They were bound together for good or ill.
"I think you misunderstood, mister. You and Mister Roman had a disagreement a week ago, when the route was already changed."
"So you're saying that Roman is a problem because I don't like him?" Angor looked at Helen.
Helen hesitated for a moment before plucking up her courage and asking, "Isn't that the case?"
Angor shook his head. "Roman is a narrow-minded person, and I don't like him. But as long as he doesn't try to harm me, I won't really care about him. There are plenty of people like him in the wizarding world.
"The reason why I said that Roman has a problem is because of another matter."
There was no doubt that Roman secretly changed the nightmare stone on the ship's bow. Why did he do this? The answer was obvious. The value of the Nightmare Stone was so high that it made people speechless. He could sell the Nightmare Stone and exchange it for personal resources. He might even be able to become an official Magus.
But what puzzled him the most was, did he not know the consequences of doing this?
The nightmare aura around the bow would eventually disappear. He could hide it from the mortals and apprentices, but how was he going to explain it to the people in Floating Mech City?
With Roman's paranoid personality, he would definitely have thought of all possible escape routes.
Angor already had a feeling that Roman would do something to The Limpet, or at least hide it from his superiors. Now that he compared it to what Helen had said, many things could be easily solved.
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