The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 824 Waltz

Chapter 824: Waltz

Sean certainly predicted the disaster was coming.

Although as usual, he could not accurately predict where this "disaster" would come from - but, look at your feet.

They are at sea.

Where else could disaster come from?

"Is it possible, murder, or plague?"

No matter how arrogant Davis was, he would not really ignore the words of a "destiny": it is obvious that this person's use is here.

He made a few sarcastic remarks to the other party, but still went out to call the captain - before that, he rearranged his clothes, bow tie, mirror-like leather shoes and soft hair.

It took about thirty minutes.

He also secretly stuffed the envelope containing the Queen's handwriting (supposedly) into the lining of his own bag to prevent it from being stolen by a habitual thief - he was not referring specifically to his partner Sean, but just in case, after all, there were other people on the ship.

then.

About ten minutes passed.

He and the captain sat in the room and listened to Sean tell the story again.

The captain's doubts make sense.

Since it is unclear where the disaster occurred, it could be murder, disease, collision with marine life, storm, tsunami, damage to the ship, or even Sean being assassinated.

These are all possible.

"Disaster! Your Excellency! I must emphasize that this is a disaster!"

Sean said in a deep voice:
"The road of destiny is so powerful that it only makes those who regret it regret forever. I am not concerned about my own safety. Davis, since I have participated in this operation, I am ready to sacrifice this ship."

He said.

“I use this ship as my starting point.”

The Captain and Davis looked at each other for a moment.

But the previous sarcasm was not continued.

"Okay, Sean, my partner," Davis compromised, "I am willing to obey the prophecy of "fate" and avoid danger. But you have to tell me how we should change our course - how much? Until you think we are safe?"

Sean nodded.

"Just do it."

Davis shrugged.

He has no objection.

Indeed, he personally disliked the ritualists of the "Destiny" path, believing that those who embarked on this path were not very upright. At the same time, those on the non-Crown God path should not be respected in the same way as those on the Crown God path.

But he also acknowledged that the other had powers that he did not have.

He is always indispensable in the tasks assigned by His Majesty.

Davis agreed.

At this time, the captain gave a negative answer.

"If possible, I don't recommend that we change the route at will." He first looked at Davis, then turned to Sean who looked puzzled: "Gentlemen, let me put it this way. People who make a living on the sea often take the route they are most familiar with."

"I don't know what you 'dream' about, or how dangerous it is. But I am sure that once we change our route, we will inevitably face a road with unknown risks - this will be far more dangerous than the current one."

In fact, it can only be a suggestion.

Now on this ship, the ones who have the most say are Davis and Sean.

"I think he has a point," Davis responded, and asked his partner, "Do you still insist?"

Sean nodded firmly.

"Yes, I insist."

Davis turned to the captain, a look of helplessness written on his face.

The captain could only sigh: "I remind you again. After the route change, maybe it will take us less time to arrive--"

"That's better," Sean interjected.

"The risk is higher," the captain glanced at him and said in an inexplicable tone, "I have lived on the sea for decades, and many routes are not unfamiliar to me - but I still prefer to take the one I am most familiar with and the one I take most often. There is a reason for this."

"unless…"

He paused.

"Unless it's like today."

The captain couldn't convince Sean, the man who had been acting weird since they set sail and locked himself in the cabin all day except for eating.

"May the sea gods protect our stupidity."

He threw down these words in a huff and left in a hurry. "If there really is a god of the sea, it's probably you lovely girls."

Roland sat barefoot on the edge of the boat. His exposed skin made him feel even more that he was being carried forward rapidly by the big ship.

The waltz in the black waves was danced lightly, splashing foam from time to time.

The most flamboyant dancer tilted her head.

"Sea...God?"

"The God of the Sea," Roland said, looking at the rolling black clouds that were being left behind by the stern of the ship. "Only the God of the Sea can drive disasters on the sea..."

"Drive...to?"

Another word Helena didn't understand.

Roland supported the boat with both hands and lowered his head: "You protected us, didn't you?"

Helena blinked and shook her head.

"Do not."

she says.

Her unfamiliarity with human writing made it impossible for her to truly understand the meaning of 'shelter' - the so-called 'driving' disaster was not quite accurate.

"move."

She uttered a word, half of her face mixed in the sea water, and gurgled and blew out a string of bubbles.

"Moved away, yes, I understand. It was moved away, right?" Roland put his hands in front of his eyebrows to make a canopy, but regretted that he couldn't see too far at night: "So, where did it go?"

Helena didn't know.

She just subconsciously protected her "property", her "husband" or "spouse" - no matter what word she used to describe it, Miss Siren believed that Roland and she were inseparable.

She craved the golden blood flowing in his flesh and was obsessed with his scent.

She was bewitched by a force whose origin was difficult to understand.

She couldn't let her spouse die in the sea - although Helena had a little bad idea: if the big wood broke and sank, he would have to stay in her arms and live with her in the sea for hundreds of years...

But Helena is different from other sirens.

She can speak human language.

This also means that she was influenced by certain characteristics of humans.

She didn't want to see him cry.

Humans mourn their wounds with tears, while sirens do so with songs.

and so.

She came to sing him a song tonight, lamenting their long-unrequited love, and at the same time, she told this story in a somewhat boastful manner - attempting to gain praise from the person she had in mind.

Of course she would be satisfied.

"I hope no one has been harmed by this disaster..."

Roland didn't know how many ships were coming and going on the route chosen by Captain Pink, and who would bear the wind, waves and thunder that should have fallen on them.

Roland felt a little sad.

I was sad for three seconds.

then.

He threw the pocket watch and cigar in his pocket onto the deck.

"You have to make sure I don't drown, Helena."

What else can the Siren guarantee?

She just patted the side as far as she could reach, and her two big eyes, which were a little further away, blinked hard.

"I am the God of the Sea!"

"I said you must be."

thump.

A landlubber who had never learned to swim jumped into the cold, fast-flowing water.

He was grabbed by several slippery hands, entangled in softness, and surrounded by laughter.