In a corner of Devil's Water, a ray about a hundred meters long was carrying a bubble on its back. Inside the bubble, there was an attic made of crystal. It was decorated with fluorite and corals of various colors. It looked very beautiful.
At this moment, rhythmic footsteps could be heard coming from the main hall of the pavilion.
A handsome silver-haired man sitting in the center of the hall slowly opened his eyes. Through the transparent crystal wall, he saw a tall young man walking toward him.
The young man approached the man and bowed. "Mister Sliv."
Sliv narrowed his eyes and looked at the blue scale on the young man's forehead. "Oh, Jebra. You came all of a sudden? Do you have news about Lucas?"
Jebra shook his head. "Lucas is a mortal who has passed away. It's not easy to find information about him. I'm here this time because I caught a few ants. They've confessed all the information. "
"Oh? You mean those wandering apprentices who showed up in the nearby waters? Although I'm not very interested, in order to not add any more variables, I still want to hear about the little bug. "
Jebra looked up. "According to the interrogation, they came from the Rat Ant Society. But this time, their target isn't the Mysterious Space."
"Tsk tsk. Disgusting insects from the Rat Ant Society. Just the name alone makes me want to crush them." Sliv paused a little and continued, "So who's their target?"
"Angor." Jebra felt something strange when he uttered the name.
"Angor? That name sounds familiar. " Sliv touched the crystal dent on his seat with his finger and suddenly remembered something. "I haven't been back to Song of the Deep lately, but I heard a rumor that someone called Angor has a big grudge against you. Don't tell me it's this Angor guy. "
Probably …? What the hell?
Jebra's lips twitched. He always heard that "Alchemist of Big Fish" Sliv liked to add "and" at the end of his sentences. At first, Jebra didn't think much of it. However, after interacting with Sliv for a while, he realized that Sliv wasn't "liking" at all. Instead, it was "stubborn". Even if the context didn't require "and", Sliv would always add "and".
Jebra grumbled in his mind while maintaining his cool demeanor. "That's right. That's him. But the rumors are not true. I have no grudge against him. "
"If there isn't any enmity between them, how could the rumors spread so wildly?" Sliv grinned when he saw Jebra's expression. "Well, without your permission, the rumor wouldn't have spread to this extent. Are you trying to use him as a cover for something? "
Jebra lowered his head and recalled the image of a woman with green hair.
"No, I'm just too lazy to explain."
Sliv stood up. His long silver hair seemed to be shining with faint starlight.
He slowly approached Jebra and didn't release his aura, but it was obvious that he was looking down on Jebra from a higher position.
"You're lying," Sliv said with a mischievous smirk.
Jebra gulped. He neither admitted nor denied it.
"However, I don't care if you're lying or not. Since even your teacher, Mister God of Sea, ignored you, why should an outsider like me care? " While speaking, Sliv walked past Jebra to a table behind him and picked up a drawing.
"I'm not that curious, but I still have to ask. Why did those rogue apprentices go after Angor? Also, why did Angor come to Devil's Water? "
"Angor is Phantom Master's student," said Jebra.
Sliv's hand paused. His expression turned ferocious for a second, then he suddenly laughed. "I heard Sunders recruited a genius student. So it's him … Well, Sunders almost wiped out the entire Rat Ant Society. They wouldn't dare to seek revenge on Sunders, so it's normal for them to target his student. After all, they are all despicable cowards."
"As for why Angor came to Devil's Water, according to their information, he's going home to visit his family. He came from Marginalized Island, and Devil's Water is the closest route, "said Jebra.
Sliv muttered, "Marginalized Island? So it has nothing to do with the Mysterious Space. "
"Sir, what should we do with those rogue apprentices?" asked Jebra.
Sliv considered for a moment. "There's no grudge between you and Angor, but there's something between me and Sunders. Speaking of which, I'd like to kill that little apprentice myself, but that's against the rules. Since the Rat Ant Society wants to kill him, we'll just let them go. It'll be fun to watch the bugs pecking at each other. "
"But, will letting them out affect our plan?" Jebra frowned. "My teacher said that the destiny in this place is extremely important. If we can get it, the entire Song of the Deep will be greatly improved. It's not worth it if those bugs ruin our plan. "
Sliv handed the drawing to Jebra. "According to the Prophet, this thing is guarding the entrance to the Mysterious Space. How do you think those apprentices got in?"
Jebra looked at the drawing in his hand and exclaimed, "This is … a Leviathan?! How did it become a guard? "
"Who knows? After all, Mystery power doesn't make sense." Sliv continued, "You don't have to worry about those bugs anymore. Continue to search for information on Lucas. This is the most important thing. "
Jebra nodded. "Mister Sliv, I've been looking for this man for a long time. What role did he play in the Mysterious Realm?"
"What role? Even the Prophets are hesitant. Who knows? "
…
Meanwhile, Angor returned to his bedroom and took out the scroll he received from the puppet.
Helen and Erwin also agreed not to talk about it, so Angor was the first one to read it.
"It's quite thick." Angor lifted the scroll and felt its weight. "I wonder what's inside?"
Angor looked at the first page expectantly.
The smell of decay mixed with the strange smell of leather paper was extremely unpleasant.
Angor was disappointed when he saw the words on the scroll.
It was a sailor's journal.
Angor was expecting to find something good in the journal, but it seemed that he had no luck at all.
Well, it was just an exploration ship for nobles from Ferran. It would be strange if there was any supernatural knowledge in the captain's room. A sailor's journal was quite reasonable.
Angor was a little disappointed, but he was also curious about what happened to the ship. Why did it look like it was soaked in water? Why did it suddenly disappear?
He kept reading.
[The Sailor's Journal of Lucas, the Most Honest Captain in the Age of Gold]
Angor couldn't help but chuckle when he read the title. What kind of captain would claim to be the most honest captain in the world? As if that was the truth.
[The Month of Blossoms, 1347 Age of Gold. Fine weather. ]
[The Feather Fan, which has been repaired for many years, is ready to set sail. My departure will cause the upper-class nobles to lose a lady friend. They must miss me, right? But why didn't anyone come to see me off? Hmph. They're probably all dead. ]
[The Month of Blossoms, 1347 Age of Gold. Rainstorm. Fine weather. ]
[… It started raining as soon as I set sail, and it rained for three days straight. The bad rain is annoying. I prayed with all my heart, and the God of the Sea let me go, and the sun came out. He told me that from now on, there will be no more rain in this area. ]
[…]
Angor started reading the journal, and his expression became more and more strange. What the hell is this?
Fancy words were a common problem for most nobles, so Angor didn't really care. But what was written in the journal was really strange.
There were some normal sailing records, but there were also some strange ones.
Praying and seeing the God of the Sea? Those were all very basic.
"I was so sad that I shed tears. My tears fell into the sea, and a beautiful sea of flowers bloomed in the sea. The falling leaves seemed to reflect my sad mood."
A sea of flowers and the sea were two different things, right? And where did the leaves come from? Weren't you on the ship?
Angor was getting more and more confused. Was this Lucas writing a sailor's journal instead of a Mary Sue novel?
[The Month of Recovery, 1348 Age of Gold. Fine weather. ]
[I ran into pirates! I picked up my Knight's sword and rushed out. Hahaha, it was so fun to kill. All of them died under my sword. Then, I killed the pirate leader who was a hundred miles away with a single strike and seized a ship full of treasures! ]
"Flying swords out and taking heads from a hundred miles away." Angor clicked his tongue. The journal really opened his eyes. With such a creative mind, he could try writing a novel. Maybe it would become popular on Ferran Land.
[The Month of Looming Frost, 1350 Age of Gold. Fine weather. ]
"… I saw a dragon covered in flames fighting with another monster on the sea. In the end, the fire dragon died. ]
Fire dragon and the sea? What a good combination. Angor was speechless.
He kept reading. Most of the entries were skipping. Only important events were recorded. Soon, he reached the last page of the diary.
[The Month of Looming Frost, 1353 Age of Gold. Foggy. ]
[The Feather Fan returned to the continent for thirty days. No one believed the words of Captain Lucas. They said I was a liar because I couldn't give them any treasures! I jumped into the well in anger. ]
"That's it?" Angor did not know what to say. What an unexpected ending.
Why The Feather Fan appeared in the fog? How did you die? Why was the ship wet? Nothing was mentioned. In the end, the ship returned to Ferran Land.
This guy wasn't Captain Lucas. Maybe he was a liar, or a dreamer? But the story was quite interesting. It could be turned into a fairy tale or a children's book.
He closed the scroll and made up his mind to forget everything recorded in it.
"What if it's true?" Angor hesitated a little before adding, "What if it's true?"
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