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Siren Kingdom?

He glanced at his figurehead without thinking.

Legend has it that...

Not only that, but there were also the sirens they encountered, appearing in a delicate form with alluring songs that could entice seafarers to their deaths...

Now look at this one in front of you—

He had tangled hair, a burly build, and a loudmouth who talked a lot of nonsense.

If those sailors, completely captivated by the siren's song, were to see their idol like this, the level of embarrassment would be comparable to a failed online romance meeting in person...

Moreover.

The game clearly identified him as a "mermaid," so how did he become a prince of the Siren Kingdom?

Seeing that Carlos was about to raise his voice again, Ren Yi quickly calmed him down:

"Truly awe-inspiring! So, Your Highness, how did you come to appear on the sea in this... form?"

Carlos suddenly got stuck.

Looking down at his unkempt appearance, his battered tail, and the rope that had just been cut.

How can this story be fabricated to portray the tragic, unyielding, and heroic nature of a crown prince?

Aurora and Siddo worked together to lift over a large sofa so Carlos could sit comfortably, and Nathan poured him another glass of mint water and pushed it in front of him.

"Your Highness, please moisten your throat."

It sounds like a broken gong; it's really awful.

"Your experience must be an epic legend."

Carlos, feeling a bit puffed up from being waited on, took the water glass and drank it all in one gulp. He cleared his throat and spoke with a sorrowful expression:

"It's all my... treacherous and vicious elder brother's fault! He was jealous of my talent and the Emperor's favor, and even more afraid of my prestige among the people..."

"Just ten days ago, he bribed the Imperial Guard to launch a palace coup, imprisoning me, the first in line... well, the third in line to the throne, in this evil clam shell, attempting to destroy my will!"

[Goodness, this guy hasn't even memorized his exact ranking.]

[This level of intelligence basically disqualifies me from palace intrigue...]

[I guess I'm only alive because of the high water pressure at the bottom of the ocean; my brain probably didn't get too waterlogged.]

[They really think they're something special. I bet five cents this fish will be sliced ​​up soon.]

"That's too brutal..."

He sighed with regret.

Encouraged, Carlos became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke:

"By the sea god... that was the execution ground of the Abyss of the Sea! They bound me with the heaviest instruments of torture, and were going to execute me on that ridiculous day of pronouncement..."

"But they overlooked one thing—"

Carlos handed over his empty glass, indicating that he wanted a refill, and Nathan chuckled as he filled it up.

Surprisingly, Ivan actually listened to his advice.

"And then? And then? Tell me!"

Seeing that Carlos was only focused on drinking water, he couldn't help but urge him on.

"And then?" Carlos continued smugly.

"My charm is irresistible! Risburn, the beautiful girl who guards the prison, is deeply infatuated with me."

"She risked her life to rush into the execution ground before the execution and severed the demonic algae connecting the rift!"

Speaking of it.

Carlos's expression dimmed for a moment.

"She said to me... Come on, Carlos, you are the free sea breeze, you shouldn't be silent at the bottom of the sea."

But then she immediately became all lovey-dovey and even affectedly wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes.

"The instant the rope snapped, I used the buoyancy of the Demon Sound Clam to propel myself to the surface, without even having time to give her a kiss..."

No one spoke for a moment on the deck.

Only the neglected [Deep Sea Demonic Sound Giant Clam] is constantly changing songs.

"Why didn't Rhys just untie the ropes binding you? Why did he leave this clam shell with you?"

Klaus asked, puzzled.

Whoever saved him was probably not very bright.

"And if you really are the crown prince, how come you weren't heavily guarded, and a mere guard let you go?"

"So you're a fugitive, a liar."

Carlos's face turned bright red, and his green tail fin slapped the deck hard.

"Nonsense! That was a palace coup! I am the Crown Prince! I was tied to that broken clam shell, floating above the crack—the kingdom's harshest and most infamous prison!"

The more he shouted, the less confident he became, and in the end he simply stubbornly refused to cooperate.

"Anyway, you'll benefit! The wealth of the Deep Blue Kingdom is beyond the imagination of you land creatures! Luminous pearls, gemstones, treasures unique to the seabed..."

Ren Yi then realized he had heard the key point—

Treasures unique to the seabed.

This sea area can even yield high-tech metal fragments, so the underwater kingdom's treasure trove must contain many valuable items. The map of the sea area and the reasons for its transformation are self-evident.

And most urgently needed is the upgrade of [Abyss], which requires only six mithril.

And this fugitive in front of us, who doesn't seem to have a high IQ, is practically a living navigator delivered right to our door by Poseidon!

"Your Highness has been wronged!"

Ren Yi quickly stopped Klaus, who was about to continue his attack.

This Hans cat...

I told you to make sarcastic remarks, but you couldn't do it. Now you're really getting into it.

"Get out the tools (pointing to Klaus), our chef (Patrick) will cook you a delicious meal right away!"

Chef Ivan is full of energy.

He weighed his thoughts in his hand, then looked at the giant deep-sea clam that Xiao Jiu had dragged up whole. Wasn't it supposed to be good for making soup?

"Simmer it?"

"...Take care of it first, don't break it, I need it."

Klaus calculated the time and realized it was almost lunchtime, so he resignedly brought out the grill once again.

Seeing the two of them start moving, Renyi turned to Carlos on the sofa again:

"Your Highness, you must be eager for revenge. Shall we set off immediately to escort you back to the kingdom?"

The moment those words left his mouth, Carlos broke down.

go back?

Should we confront those lunatics head-on?

Are you kidding me...?

But he couldn't admit that he had backed down.

Besides, Riseben must be very worried now that he's run away; he has to go back!

Carlos tried to appear more imposing, raising his voice several octaves:

"Of course we must go back! My people are suffering terribly and await my salvation! I must reclaim the kingdom!"

He spoke with such fervor that he almost believed it himself.

"but--"

Carlos then changed the subject, his face revealing an expression of wisdom.

"This matter is too dangerous. I can't drag you down with me. We must gather our strength and make thorough preparations before we can deliver a thunderous blow to those bastards!"

"no problem,"

"Since we readily accept good advice, where should we now gather our strength?"

"...It." Carlos looked around, finally pointing to the giant clam, "It can guide us to the Silent Voyage—"

Before the words had even finished,

"Snap!"

The clam shell split in two, and the chaotic singing inside stopped abruptly, like a radio whose power had been cut off.

Noticing everyone was looking at him, Ivan, holding a shell in one hand, looked puzzled:

"Um?"

"Boss, is this considered resolved?!"