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"Please come in. This is a humble abode. Please make yourself at home."

Noah used the spare key to open the double door, which was the same as the medical room, and turned to the side, revealing an absurdly large room behind it.

—It's almost twice the size of a medical room!

The group that arrived earlier had already settled in, some sitting and some standing. Liv occupied the only mattress, with a long tail fin draped over the ground.

Aurora was patiently helping her soothe her frozen tail.

in the corner.

Sean was pressed against the wall, looking extremely annoyed.

The main reason was that a certain young ancestor's vertical pupils were fixed on him, with a hint of surprise and inquiry.

In her understanding.

The Sirens are all female, and they reproduce by dragging people into the sea. Once the deed is done, the person dies. In accordance with the principle of not wasting anything... they can also be used as food reserves.

The thing in front of me...

The bald man did indeed smell of seawater, but this was completely beyond her understanding of species!

Fortunately, the room was large and spacious enough, otherwise there wouldn't even be room for so many people to stand.

In a physical sense, the family was destitute.

The entire room contained only one mattress, several empty wine bottles scattered around it, and an ashtray full of cigarette butts. There wasn't even a pillow; just a few books were placed there as a cushion.

"Did Mr. Wonka take you in as a homeless person?"

He joked casually.

Noah nonchalantly closed the door behind him, and even smiled good-naturedly:

"There's no other way. These days, those who owe money are the bosses. So... isn't this all I'm hoping you'll bail me out?"

"..."

Renyi gave him a suspicious look.

Even when he was running for his life, this guy couldn't resist making a few sarcastic remarks, but now he's so smoothly showing weakness?

There's definitely something fishy going on.

But the thought had barely crossed his mind when it was interrupted by an unexpected situation.

Esting is dutifully acting as a translator.

He then turned to Sean and translated verbatim:

"...She asked, 'Why is that fish bald? It doesn't have a single hair.'"

The voice just fell.

Klaus paused in his action of turning a steel pipe into a crowbar; Aurora's healing soft light also dimmed.

Oops.

Sean's bald head still gleamed in the dim light.

He stared blankly at Esting, then his gaze shifted to Liv on the mattress, and his hand involuntarily rose up and stroked the air twice.

"...What did you say?"

"My thick... obedient... smooth long hair... how dare she say I'm hairless?!"

"This is definitely a fake! She's bald, she doesn't have any hair!"

Liv couldn't understand Sean's shouting, but his aggressive posture was annoying enough, so she gave a defiant snort.

The two fish looked like they were about to escalate into a physical fight on dry land.

Nathan quickly grabbed Sean's shoulder.

"Calm down, calm down. There's a barrier to beauty across species, that's normal. Look at her silver hair, it doesn't have the same impact as your fiery red!"

As he spoke, he winked at Esting:

Shut up, stop translating.

Esting wisely chose to play dumb.

"Alright, that's enough of the small talk."

Speak up at any appropriate time to change the subject.

He walked to Liv's side, ignoring her threatening gesture, and knelt on one knee, looking directly into Liv's eyes:

"Without you as the main course in the freezer, it's only a matter of time before your enemy Wonka comes knocking. Let's get straight to the point."

Esting cleared his throat and began simultaneous interpretation.

Liv's long, silver tail thumped nervously against the ground.

"Whoever tries to eat me... I'll rip their throat! I... I'm not afraid at all!"

"Oh well."

He shrugged casually. "But I happen to know a little bit about it."

"Those humans will tie you to the table like a fish for food, and use a blunt, serrated blade to scrape off the scales from your gills while you're still alive... The guests will sit around you, holding knives and forks, cutting your flesh piece by piece."

"I know you have a strong will to live, so you won't die anytime soon. You will remain conscious and in pain... watching them devour your body bit by bit."

This concrete description...

Liv's translucent fins behind her ears were pressed against her head, her tiny scales stood up, and her body shrank back a little.

A flicker of panic crossed her eyes, but she continued to sob fiercely.

"What exactly do you want?!"

"Don't be nervous, our goals are different from theirs."

Place your hands folded on your knees and speak gently.

"The person who captured you wants to use you as a sacrifice, to strip you of your life and power, and to graft them all onto a human who is about to die."

Liv: →_→

"That's pure fantasy!"

"We can indeed assimilate humans... or rather, give humans some special abilities, but we certainly don't forcibly strip them of those abilities through any ritual! The conditions are extremely harsh."

"We must gain the Sirens' genuine recognition and their willingness to share their bloodline."

"Moreover, this transformation process must take place in the Siren's origin—the Forgotten Lands. Only by using the power of the tides there can the transformation be completed. Without either, the transformer will not succeed, and those who attempt to steal power using evil magic will be cursed and turned into monsters that are neither human nor ghost."

I genuinely agree...

Forgotten Land...

So, was Lady Jasmine cursed to turn into that horrible form?

Noah, leaning against the wall, sneered:

"I told you Wonka's gone mad. Defying fate isn't that easy. Making a deal with some no-name, no-name god is just a waste of time."

With his eyes lowered, he pieced together the story outline, and a bold and wicked plan took shape.

Since Wonka went to such lengths to get a main course...

Why not let him make this dish even more elaborate?

So lavish...it choked the guy to death.

"Liv".

He stood up casually and patted the dust off his trouser legs.

The young siren stared at him warily, like a frightened bird.

You now have two choices.

"First, I'll open the door and let you go. You rush out on your own, kill a few insignificant people, and then be caught and served on the dinner table."

Liv's eyes widened, and she made a gurgling sound of rejection.

"Second, you'll cooperate with whatever I say. We'll go back to the hall openly and honestly, not only will you survive, but we'll also make Wonka pay back everything with interest."

As soon as Esting finished translating, Liv looked the delicate-skinned two-legged creature up and down:

Why should I believe you?!

"I really know your eldest grandson."

The captain's face was full of sincerity, but why did no one believe him when he told the truth?

Where has the trust between merfolk gone?

Liv was furious, baring her teeth as if she were about to jump up and bite someone.

"And I also know about your future."

Calmly and casually, he pressed down on her shoulders and pushed her back into place.

"You'll have a very troublesome grandson named Arthur, even more stubborn than you, who almost killed himself. You'll also have a great-granddaughter named Riseburn who hangs a picture of you in her bedroom and idolizes you."

"You will become the first queen of the Deep Blue Kingdom, unify thousands of sea creatures, establish the largest underwater civilization in the abyss, and become the most supreme and inviolable existence in the ocean."

With each sentence, Liv's eyes widened a little more.

He casually let go, looked at the completely malfunctioning youthful version of Liv, and curled the corners of his mouth:

"So...you absolutely cannot die on this little boat."