Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Lady Vanessa and her entourage continued chatting in the suite, seemingly with endless complaints and grievances. From the kingdom's high-ranking nobles to the bread vendors on the commercial street of the Georgewood district, no one could survive their barrage of words.

Livr took the money, wondering if she should make a sarcastic remark before leaving. Just then, Danitz, who had finished packing his luggage, pushed open the door and came out.

"Bullshit! These people are making as much noise as seagulls in heat..."

He shouted loudly without any restraint, which made Ms. Vanessa scream and almost faint gracefully like a true noblewoman.

"Oh, Miss Marilyn Monroe, you're here! I was just looking for you. Come on, let's go to the deck and enjoy the sea breeze!"

Danitz saw Livre and smiled brightly.

Livre didn't want Danitz to know about the situation in Port Bingxi, but given how effective his sarcastic remarks were, Livre was in a good mood and decided to accept his invitation.

“Let’s go, Mr. Dart.”

She smiled, walked ahead, and returned to the bow of the ship with Danitz.

However, Asimov, who was supposed to be waiting there, disappeared.

Where did Asimov go?

Livril had a bad feeling. His eager and expectant manner just now clearly showed that he valued Livril's 20 pounds very much, and it was unlikely that he would leave temporarily unless something particularly urgent happened.

She quickly instructed Danitz to help ask the other passengers on deck if anything urgent had happened on board, but they all gave negative answers. No one had seen Asimov standing at the bow either.

Could it be that he fell into the sea? That's absurd!

"Miss Monroe, let's go to the restaurant for lunch first. I'm a little hungry after a busy morning. Don't worry, the sea is all around, that old man can't escape!"

Danitz ran his hand through his sallow hair, looking somewhat tired.

Having made no progress yet, Livre had no choice but to agree, and the two went to the restaurant located on the upper deck.

The Marlin has two restaurants. One is located on the upper deck and is expensive, generally frequented by first-class and some second-class passengers. The other is located on the lower deck and is cheaper, catering to third-class passengers and second-class passengers who do not wish to spend as much.

Livre sat by the window, looking out at the sea, still thinking about Asimov. She had no appetite and let Danitz go to the bar to order.

At that moment, a tall, middle-aged man with strong facial features, wearing a captain's uniform, walked over.

Trol Yam...

Livre pretended not to notice and continued looking out the window. It wasn't until Troy stood beside her and spoke up:

“Beautiful lady, your eyes, as you gaze at the sea, are as captivating as sapphires.”

Livre turned her head in feigned surprise, looked up at Troy, and then revealed an even more surprised expression:

"The... Captain?"

"Just call me Trol. It's an honor for a lady like you to travel on my passenger ship. What should I call you?"

Trol gave a slight bow, a warm smile on his face.

Liviel blushed slightly, befitting a young girl, and said softly:

"Just call me Marilyn Monroe."

At this moment, Danitz returned to his seat after ordering his food, only to be surprised to find Trol chatting with Livre, and he stood there stunned.

A look of hesitation crossed his deep blue eyes. After a few seconds, he still didn't come over and left the restaurant directly.

As a wanted criminal, he was very wary of Trol.

Many of the captains of these large passenger ships are extraordinary individuals or prominent figures. They are all very familiar with the famous crew members of the Four Kings and Seven Generals and are very likely to recognize him.

"Coward..."

Livre silently mocked him in her heart.

Trol, unaware of Danitz's unusual behavior, politely asked:

"Are you dining alone? If you don't mind, please allow me to accompany you as the captain. This is the highest respect one can show to the guests of the Marlin."

Liviel covered her mouth, her eyes seemingly shimmering with tears, and said with feigned surprise:

"Really? Mr. Troy? That's such an honor!"

Troy chuckled like a gentleman:

“A beautiful lady like you deserves to be treated this way.”

He snapped his fingers, and a waiter immediately came over and ordered two luxurious lunches according to his request.

Soon, the food was served, and the two enjoyed it while chatting.

Livre would occasionally cover her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and chuckle, pretending to be amused by Troy's humor, which made the trustworthy captain very pleased.

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly harmonious, Livre casually spoke up:

“I absolutely love the Marlin. The liner is so charming, and so are its crew. Both you and Mr. Asimov are such gentlemen.”

Snapped!

A crisp clinking sound rang out. Livre stared in astonishment at Trol sitting opposite her, his eyes filled with terror, the fork in his hand falling to the floor.

"Who did you say?"

His voice trembled slightly, completely lacking his previous gentlemanly demeanor.

Livre paused, realizing the problem, but at this moment, concealing it would only arouse more suspicion, so she simply said:

"Chief Engineer Asimov, is there a problem?"

Trol remained silent for a long time.

After a long pause, he finally spoke slowly:

"Asimov is dead. He died a year ago."

Chapter 157 The Real Uses of Extraordinary Pets

Livre felt a jolt in her heart, somewhat doubting her own ears.

Just half an hour ago, she was at the bow of the ship, chatting with Asimov...

How could this be? Could it be a ghost, or some kind of zombie? Or is someone impersonating Asimov?

Before she could think it through, Trol asked with a livid face:

Where did you see him?

Livr did not hide anything:

"At the bow of the ship, he was wearing a sailor's uniform and looked very old."

Trohl pressed on urgently:

Did he say anything to you?

Liviel carefully considered her words before speaking:

"He said he was about to retire, this was his last voyage, his son was getting married, and he was an old alcoholic who hoped to save some more money..."

Upon hearing this, Trol's expression remained one of disbelief.

After a long silence, he sighed and slowly said:

"A year ago, the Marlin was attacked by pirates, and Asimov was killed in action. Perhaps his soul still lingers on that ship..."

Livre remained silent, carefully savoring the details of the incident.

After a long pause, Troy broke the silence:

“Miss Monroe, I recall you shouldn’t be on the first-class passenger list?”

Livre said calmly:

"Yes. When I bought the ticket, only second-class tickets were left."

Trol nodded slightly:

"In that case, we'll upgrade you to a cabin free of charge. A gentleman had an emergency and couldn't board today, so his cabin is now yours."

Livre felt a surge of suspicion. Why was Trol being so kind to her? Could he really have some bad intentions?

However, refusing an upgrade seemed rather suspicious, and besides, she really wanted a room with a window. So, Livre didn't refuse and readily agreed.

After the meal, a waiter carried Livre's luggage to the first-class cabin.

Danitz watched from the opposite room as Livia prepared to leave, and couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

"Miss Marilyn Monroe, are you really leaving me like this?"

Livr smiled slightly:

"If you had been brave enough to stand by my side and drive that captain away, I could have continued to be your neighbor."

Upon hearing this, Danitz trembled, his eyebrows and facial features furrowing in embarrassment.

Livre followed the waiter to the upper deck of the ship. The corridor here was much wider than the lower deck, with individual guest rooms arranged on both sides.

Compared to the cramped second-class cabins, the first-class cabins are exceptionally spacious: each room is like a hotel room, with an area of ​​about 20 square meters, equipped with a double bed, a table, a window, a wardrobe, and a separate bathroom.

Livre's room was near the crew quarters, and she could observe what was happening there through a door. Of course, the people there could also see what was going on here.

After settling in, Livre hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, drew the curtains, locked the door, and then turned her gaze to the clock on the wall:

2:30 p.m.

There's still half an hour until the tarot session starts.

Holding a meeting on the open sea is a first for me...

Livre sorted out the recent events and performed a series of divinations regarding Asimov's situation:

"Asimov is still alive..."

"Someone is impersonating Asimov..."

"There are ghosts or something on this ship..."

The divination results indicated that Asimov was indeed dead, and that no one was impersonating him.

As for the last question, there was no clear answer; what appeared on the mirror was a hazy, uncertain mist.

Livre frowned; it seemed she would need to ask for help with many things at this Tarot gathering.

It's exactly three o'clock.

Crimson crimson filled the room as expected, and my body fell into an illusion.

When she opened her eyes again, Liviel was above the gray mist, sitting at the familiar bronze table.

Mr. Fool Klein, shrouded in a thick gray-white mist, sat at the head of the table, while Justice and the Hanged Man, still indistinct, appeared in their usual seats.

However, Miss Justice did not greet her as cheerfully as usual; she seemed somewhat unsettled.

Could it be that something went wrong with the tree spirit in her dream? Did it have a negative impact on her?

Liviel couldn't help but feel a little worried. Just as she was about to ask, Miss Justice suddenly sat up straight, opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, but didn't say anything.

After a few more seconds, she seemed to have finally organized her thoughts and began to speak:

"Dear Mr. Fool, and to my beloved Miss and Mr. Hanged Man who have always helped me, I have a question to ask: What can a pet with extraordinary power do to help its master? In short, what role can it play?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that Mr. Fool and the Hanged Man had both fallen silent, while Miss Lover seemed to be experiencing a significant emotional fluctuation, and the atmosphere suddenly became a bit strange.

At this moment, Liviel inwardly grumbled: "Ugh, what's the use of a supernatural pet? That little white guy seems to be useless except for that one thing. As a Sequence 8 Listener, all it hears is useless stuff; it hasn't provided a single piece of valuable information..."

Well, you can't say that. After all, Little White saved me once. If it weren't for it, I would have already been blown to bits by Klein... Damn it! I haven't settled this score with Klein yet!

At that moment, Klein, who was sitting at the head of the table, suddenly trembled for no reason, feeling a chill run down his back...

Liviel recalled the time Miss Justice asked, "What happens when ordinary animals take Sequence Potions?" Did she have her own pets share the potions she concocted? That's definitely something Miss Justice would do…

Liviel thought for a moment and carefully considered her words before speaking.

"It all depends on what kind of extraordinary abilities the pet possesses. In the hands of a beast tamer, extraordinary creatures can play all sorts of... well... unexpected roles. For example, a snake that has drunk the Mystic Potion might hear terrifying babbling like an extraordinary being; a curly-haired baboon that has drunk the Diviner Potion might be able to divine where there are sexy female baboons; a fish that has drunk the Sailor Potion might just become firmer in texture..."

As Liviel spoke, she realized that what she was saying seemed a bit too abstract. Everyone above the gray fog, including Miss Justice, seemed to show a shocked expression.

She quickly tried to cover it up:

"Uh... what I mean is, the abilities of extraordinary creatures are closely related to the potions they consume. If they consume potions with higher spirituality, such as those for spectators, cryptic beings, or diviners, they may develop intelligence and be able to communicate with their masters. If they consume potions with lower spirituality, such as those for sailors, they may just become more muscular, but their minds will remain as dull as ever."

As she spoke, she noticed that the Hanged Man's body seemed to twitch slightly, indicating that he was indeed an extraordinary being of the Sailor Path.

Livre continued: