Should I raise you too?

……

After taking a stroll on the deck and having a glass of champagne, Simon returned to his room.

Just as the door closed, Alysander's voice rang out.

"Why?" Alexandra's tone was sinister. "She's perfect as my vessel, why not give her to me? Are you afraid I'll escape your control? The 'Finger Bones' are all in your body; I can't regain my power!"

Simon knew this, of course; even if Alysand occupied the body in the coffin, she couldn't cause any trouble.

But Alysander is a mischievous child; now that she has a body, she runs around everywhere and causes trouble.

For his own peace of mind, Simon would not give her that body.

Moreover, the red-haired woman's identity is extraordinary.

“She’s Elisa’s aunt,” Simon said.

“What does her aunt have to do with me?” Alexandra said angrily. “Besides, she doesn’t even remember this aunt.”

“You really know Elisa well,” Simon said meaningfully.

Elisa didn't really remember that aunt. When she was a child, she lived alone at the Duke's manor with her sister and parents.

“…What are you implying?” Alysander calmed down.

"During the 'Resurrection' ritual, you could have simply killed Elisa instead of going through the trouble of deceiving her. The reason your 'Resurrection' ritual failed was because you didn't kill her decisively."

"Ha, it's just a temporary setback. I have endless time; I can fail countless times, while they can only fail once. That's the difference in status."

Simon ignored Alysand's provocation and said slowly, "You said that when Evangeline was born, she was sacrificed to you."

He chuckled softly. "Heh, Evangeline thinks you know about Elisa's childhood because you stole her memories. But is there another possibility?"

Simon paused, then continued, “You have always been inside Evangeline’s body, sharing her emotions and senses. You watched your little sister Elisa being born, sang lullabies to her, comforted her, and cared for her. You did not steal Evangeline’s memories, because these were your memories to begin with.”

"Do I look that childish?" Alexandra retorted.

If you were whole, you wouldn't be like that, but you were split into two parts: your divinity resides in the "Soul Realm," while Alysander is the human part.

Simon didn't say this aloud; like Elisa, Alysander also had a strong personality.

He sighed, "If you had returned Mabel's body back then, perhaps Elisa would have really sided with you."

"That redhead gave me her body willingly, why should I return it!" Alexandra was somewhat agitated. "I don't care which side Elizabeth is on, don't try to understand gods with human thinking!"

Simon shook his head; this Alysander was a bit arrogant.

"Besides, the one on the sapphire necklace is her sister; I'm just a fraud," Alexandra scoffed.

She's so angry she's started acting sarcastic and sarcastic.

Simon sat on the bench and opened the newspaper he had smuggled from the captain's cabin. It was a tabloid filled with sensationalist gossip and crime stories, perfect for passing the time.

"Mr. Simon, what are you doing reading the newspaper here?" Eve pushed open the door and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

She and Maria waited for him in the common living room for a long time, but he didn't come back, so they came over to check. To their surprise, he was actually in his room.

The room wasn't a good place to read the newspaper; it was cramped and not as bright as the common living room.

"I'll go get the tea." Maria said without asking any questions, and left the room for the dining room.

Simon turned a page of the newspaper and explained with a smile, "This newspaper can't be read in the public living room."

Eve approached curiously, glanced at the printed photo in the newspaper, and immediately blushed.

The woman in the photo is wearing only a very thin garment, barely covering her vital parts.

Mr. Simon actually reads this kind of newspaper!

“This is a treasure I smuggled from Captain Edward,” Simon added.

It turns out Captain Edward corrupted Mr. Simon! I could tell from the old captain that he wasn't a good person!

……

As evening approached, Captain Edward and Lieutenant Irwin knocked on Simon's door.

Simon looked up from his newspaper at the two of them.

Eve and Maria went to the restaurant to order food first, leaving him alone in the room.

“Mr. Simon,” Edward bowed slightly, “thank you for your help and that of your subordinates. The gangsters in second class have been apprehended, and now only the colonial businessman in first class remains.”

Captain Owen saluted in return, his right shoulder wrapped in bandages and his right hand in a sling across his chest; the fireball from Priest Hughes had seriously injured him.

He added, "Captain Edward and I felt that arresting him directly might lead to unforeseen circumstances. Although he is not a superhuman, he is still a leader."

“We want to catch him at the poker table tonight,” the two said together.

On the one hand, the merchants at the card table will lower their guard; on the other hand, with Simon at the table, they can get help if anything happens.

Simon agreed.

Chapter 109 Weak, pitiful, and helpless

Mr. Simon's card table always had five people. At first, it was Simon, the captain, the lieutenant, the merchant, and the viscount. Later, the lieutenant lost too much money and recommended Captain Owen to replace him.

At the card table these days, Simon, the captain, and the lieutenant always win, while the merchant and the viscount suffer repeated defeats.

The colonial merchants weren't interested in gambling. They were quite wealthy and didn't care about winning or losing. Even when they lost badly, they would just quietly go to the smoking room to smoke cigars.

Viscount Harry was also quite wealthy, but he had the pride of an aristocrat and could not tolerate losing all the time. These days, whenever he had free time, he would think about the game, reflect on his mistakes from the previous day, and even compile a book of his mistakes in the game.

He believed that he had done his best, and even if his luck was bad, he should still win a few rounds so that he wouldn't lose money!

But tonight at the poker table, he still suffered a crushing defeat.

"I fold." Viscount Harry rubbed his forehead as he dropped his cards.

His gaze swept over Simon, the captain, and the lieutenant, and his guess became a certainty: My skills have been optimized to the extreme, and I can't keep having bad luck forever, so there's only one possibility left.

This poker table is rigged!

Those three are in cahoots! They're making a fool of me and that gentleman in business!

Especially today, they stopped pretending and let Mr. Simon win every time in order to quickly reap the money from me and the business gentleman!

That's too barbaric, too evil!

I knew that the Southern Continent was chaotic and morally corrupt, but I never expected that we hadn't even reached the Southern Continent yet, and according to the Kingdom's Law, the ship was still within the Kingdom's territory, yet the other party was so heartless!

It’s so deceiving!

Viscount Harry clenched his fists, wanting to get justice from those three despicable men, but the opposing group included the ship's captain and a military captain...

While he hesitated, the merchant gentleman made his move, lifting the tablecloth and throwing it at the three thugs, while simultaneously jumping up.

Viscount Harry was overjoyed. This gentleman in business must have also discovered something amiss and wanted to join me in taking action against those three villains!

This gentleman is just a merchant, yet he is so brave, while I, as a viscount, am so timid and hesitant!

I must support this gentleman immediately!

Viscount Harry slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

"You..." His accusation was cut off before he could finish it.

Edward, who held a short sword to the merchant's neck, looked at the Viscount with a puzzled expression, while Captain Owen, who held a revolver to the merchant's head with his left hand, looked at the Viscount with the same puzzled expression.

Viscount Harry's gaze swept over the sharp dagger and the gleaming revolver, and he swallowed hard.

He was filled with remorse: They really were villains! They even had daggers and revolvers ready! I shouldn't have gotten up; courage is useless against savagery!

"Is the Viscount an accomplice of him?" Edward narrowed his eyes.

Captain Owen forcefully moved his bandaged right arm and reached for the other revolver at his waist.

"No... I just got up to use the restroom," Viscount Harry hurriedly denied, his forehead covered in sweat.

Damn it! You're clearly a criminal gang, yet you've slandered me and that innocent gentleman as accomplices!

“Please.” Edward gestured with his chin toward the washroom.

"Hehe, I don't really think I want to go that much." Viscount Harry gave a fawning smile and sat back down in his chair.

How could I possibly go! The moment I turn my back to you, you'll shoot me! I've read that in gangster novels!

Having 'appeased' Viscount Harry, Edward and Owen turned their attention back to the colonial merchants.

The captain searched the merchant's body, took out everything, and Edward knocked the merchant unconscious with a forceful blow and tied him up with a rope.

"Take them away and separate them from those men!" Edward said to the arriving sailors.

Viscount Harry was even more terrified.

After your scheme at the card table was exposed, you not only threatened the victims, but you also tied them up and detained them!

And what did you just say? You even imprisoned a group of people? And a bunch of innocent gentlemen suffered at your hands?

“He is involved in a case on board,” Captain Edward explained to the Viscount, and also to the passengers around him. “It involves a conspiracy, and I will take him back to the capital for trial.”

They're so skilled at fabricating charges! Viscount Harry's hands trembled. These people didn't even bother to put on an act; they just framed an innocent person in front of everyone!

This southern continent is too dark, too sinful, I want to go home!

“Thank you for your help, Mr. Simon.” Edward and Captain Owen saluted Simon.