Mystery: The Witch of Desire

After some deliberation, Livre found that there was only one flight left to the Rothschild Islands for tomorrow: the Marlin ferry departing at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

It's easy to imagine that the competition for this passenger ship will be extremely fierce.

At this moment, Danitz leaned over again, grinning sheepishly, and asked:

"Miss Monroe, where are you going? Perhaps we can travel together."

What, you're not shy anymore?

Livr smiled slightly:

"Of course, we will go together."

Danitz was taken aback:

"How did you know? I didn't even say where I was going."

"I'm going to Bayam. What about you?"

Livre smiled brightly. She had already planned that if Danitz's destination was different from hers, she would use her persuasive abilities to make Danitz change his destination.

Danitz was taken aback for a moment, then excitedly shouted:

"Damn it! Thanks to the Lord of Storms, we're heading to the same destination! This is truly a divine coincidence!"

Then, he looked at the wooden sign filled with flight information and muttered:

"Let me see, there's only one flight left to Bayam tomorrow! I have to get a ticket, or I won't be able to get back before my vacation ends."

Annual leave? Pirates have annual leave? Livre couldn't help but find it a little funny.

The two set their sights on a line and walked towards it. Livre unceremoniously handed her suitcase and handbag to Danitz, flashing a charming smile.

"Isn't this the demeanor of a gentleman?"

Danitz was taken aback for a moment, but then accepted it without any displeasure:

"Of course, my beautiful lady!"

While waiting in line, Danitz shared many rumors and facts about the sea with Livre. For example, he mentioned that Vice Admiral Tracy of Disease and Vice Admiral Ziringus had successfully replaced their predecessors as the new pirate generals; that the kingdom's newest steam-powered ironclad warship had been launched and had even fought a great battle with Nast, the King of the Five Seas; and that Vice Admiral Edwina of Iceberg had won the pirate beauty pageant and become the most beautiful woman on the Five Seas...

The last one was made up, wasn't it...?

Livre secretly thought to herself that Danitz must have a crush on her captain.

Danitz also explained to her why she couldn't open canned wolffish in the room. It was a "dark cuisine" popular in the Fussac region. After opening the can, the fermented stench was enough to make you vomit your guts out! It was practically a "biological weapon" of the steam age.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the two finally arrived at the ticket window.

After asking the ticket seller, Danitz excitedly shouted:

"Thank goodness, there are only two second-class seats left! This must be the Lord of Storms' blessing!"

You, an Intis, keep referring to yourself as the Lord of Storms...

Livre felt that this great pirate had far too many flaws. However, people who make their living from the sea more or less worship the "Lord of Storms." Even in countries like Intis and Fusak, fishermen and sailors secretly worshipped this forbidden deity in hopes of a safe voyage…

The price for second class was £10, but Livre, like a reserved lady, crossed her arms in front of her lower abdomen and had no intention of paying.

Danitz scratched his head, seemingly conflicted, but ultimately reluctantly pulled out two 10-pound notes from his wallet.

However, at that moment, a noisy argument broke out from the back of the group.

Liviel turned her head and saw a richly dressed, bearded middle-aged man cutting in line with several attendants. The guards stepped forward to stop him, but after the middle-aged man's attendants spoke a few words in a dignified manner, they retreated intimidation.

With her keen hearing, Livre recognized the middle-aged man as Capone Hussein, a steel tycoon from Backlund.

He planned to take a flight to Bayam tonight, but since he needed to bring two more servants with him, he decided to have them buy tickets for the ship with the earliest departure date.

This refers to the Marlin passenger ship that Liver and Danitz were planning to buy.

After breaking through the guards' obstruction, Mr. Hussein's attendant went straight to the front of the procession, toward Livre and Danitz.

Wealthy merchants without titles are usually less refined in their dealings than old-fashioned nobles; for them, plundering and extortion are as commonplace as drinking water.

Livr snatched the banknotes from Danitz's hand and handed them to the ticket seller:

"Quick! Two second-class tickets for the 'Marlin' to Bayam tomorrow!"

Under the influence of the instigation, the ticket seller skipped the complicated procedures and the process of asking for tips, and handed the tickets directly to Livre.

At this moment, Hussein walked up to Livr and bowed politely:

"Miss, could you give us these two tickets? I'm willing to pay double the price."

Livr smiled faintly and handed the ticket in her hand to Danitz.

Danitz took the ticket, paused for a moment, then straightened his back. He realized that under these circumstances, as a man, he had to take responsibility.

The tall, burly attendant looked at Danitz, his tone noticeably harsher:

"Sir, I don't want to say it a second time."

Danitz sneered, his scorched yellow eyebrows leaping up like flames:

"You big idiot, do you really think I'd care about your stinking money?"

His provocation skills were mediocre at best, even inferior to the Nightingale disguised as Danitz...

Liviel inwardly appraised the hunter, wondering how he had managed to digest the 'Provocateur' potion.

Upon hearing this, the tall attendant's face darkened:

"Sir, you will regret your arrogance."

Danitz shouted another curse:

"Shit! Get your master here, I don't talk to henchmen!"

This sentence is alright, but it's still a bit lacking...

Livre secretly felt it was a pity.

The servant was completely enraged, his face filled with fury:

“I advise you not to be presumptuous. My master is Mr. Capone Hussein, the steel tycoon of Backlund, whose hands are as hard as steel!”

While Danitz was still racking his brains for a way to mock the other person, Livre interrupted, exclaiming in surprise:

"Really? Why is Mr. Hussein, who is as tough as steel, in such a hurry to go to sea? Is it because he doesn't have enough mummy powder stored at home?"

Upon hearing this, some of the onlookers burst into laughter. Capone Hussein, who was standing far to the side, turned ashen-faced and gestured to his attendants and bodyguards. Several tall men immediately surrounded them.

Without any hesitation, Livre grabbed the canned wolffish from her bag.

boom!

A crisp sound of a can being opened was heard, followed by a strong, foul stench that quickly spread in all directions.

The servant standing closest to Danitz vomited almost immediately, his face contorted in pain.

Don't forget my luggage!

Livre reminded Danitz with a smile as she ran out of the ticket hall.

"Shit!"

Danitz's eyes welled up with tears from the fumes, and he grabbed two suitcases and ran after Livre.

……

Fifteen minutes later, Livre entered a high-end seafood restaurant, sat down elegantly, took the menu handed to her by the waiter, and began to order.

After a while, Danitz came in panting, dragging two heavy suitcases, his eyes full of resentment as he looked at Livre.

"Shit! What a crazy woman!"

He muttered something, walked to the table, sat down, and downed a large glass of aperitif to suppress his rapid breathing.

"Thank you, Mr. Dart. I don't know what I would have done without you."

Livre picked up the bottle and poured Danitz a full glass of aperitif, her beautiful face showing reverence.

Danitz was taken aback by what he heard, his cheeks flushed slightly, and his resentment from before vanished instantly.

He proudly patted his chest and said:

"Compared to my previous experience serving in the Royal Navy, this is nothing. You know, back then I was..."

"That's wonderful! Let's enjoy a seafood feast while we listen to your story!"

Livre smiled and smoothly ordered all the expensive seafood on the menu.

As Danitz looked at the dishes served on the table—Pamir cheese baked lobster, grilled baby whale fillets, braised shark fin, scallop soup, and other dishes—he looked pained.

This one meal alone cost him half a boat ticket!

……

After a satisfying meal, Livr looked content.

It must be said that the seafood feast in Pulitzer Port truly lived up to its reputation. These delicacies from the deep sea were incredibly delicious. However, what satisfied Livre the most was a Pulitzer Port home-style dish: fish and chips.

After enjoying the sea breeze, she chose a high-end hotel and went to the front desk with Danitz, who was dragging his luggage.

"A high-end single room, on the top floor, by the sea."

Livre smiled and gave the instructions to the receptionist.

Upon hearing the words "single room," Danitz's eyes lit up instantly: Miss Monroe didn't ask for a suite, but a single room instead. Does that mean she wants to share a bed with me? That makes sense. I'm so handsome and dashing, and I spend so much money on her, she must be interested in me... Hey, Captain, don't blame me, after all, a charming man like me will always have women throwing themselves at him...

Just as Danitz was lost in his fantasies, Livre suddenly patted him on the shoulder:

"What are you doing? Hurry up and book your room!"

Danitz snapped out of his reverie, his face filled with astonishment:

"My room?"

"Hmm, what else?"

Livre smiled and asked a question in return, then took her handbag and went upstairs.

After taking a few steps, she turned around, looked at Danitz standing blankly at the front desk, and smiled:

"Please remember to bring my luggage up, thank you, Mr. Dart."

Chapter 156 The Dead at Sea

After a long while, Danitz finally showed a tearful expression, realizing that everything he had just imagined was nothing but wishful thinking.

"Hold on, hold on, the captain said we can't cause trouble out there..."

"However, once we reach the sea, the gentlemen of the land will no longer exist; there, the law of the jungle will prevail..."

Danitz, sulking, carried Livre's luggage upstairs, secretly thinking to himself that once they reached the sea, he would make this naive and willful young lady understand the dangers of the world.

But when Livre opened the door, took the luggage, and thanked him with a bright and charming smile, his anger subsided considerably. He realized that Miss Marilyn wasn't so bad after all; she was a very lovely and beautiful lady...

……

Inside a meeting room at the Steam Church in Backlund, Queens.

Ikonser Bernard took off his hat, patted his fluffy but not soft hair, and sat down in the seat of honor.

He is the squad leader of Mechanical Heart in Queens, and one of the squad's important tasks is to be responsible for the safety of important nobles in the area.

"Tell me about it. What's been going on these past couple of days?"

He leaned back in his seat and asked calmly.

As one member flipped through the thick file of records, he reported in concise language:

"At yesterday's banquet at the Earl of Siberia's house and today's tea party at the Duke of Negan's house, a rumor about a 'dream tree spirit' has been circulating. It is said that the tree spirit can have sex with people in their dreams and absorb their life force, causing quite a bit of panic among the ladies."

Iconsel was somewhat surprised to hear this:

"Were there similar rumors circulating in the Jowood district before?"

The member nodded in agreement:

"Yes, and in the past few months, there have been several abnormal dehydration deaths in the Joewood district. The deceased had lost a lot of vital energy, which is consistent with the characteristics of being 'sucked dry' to death."

Iconsel frowned:

"Why didn't you report it sooner?"

The member scratched his head helplessly: