Mystery: The Witch of Desire

"Don't worry about me, Captain will protect me."

"Trold! That guy is already..."

Danitz was taken aback by what he heard, then lowered his head in a dejected manner, even his sallow eyebrows were tinged with sadness.

After that, he ate breakfast listlessly.

Livre, as usual, skewered the sliced ​​bacon with her fork, then suddenly asked, as if in casual conversation:

Do you like nightingales?

Chapter 160 The Devout Follower of the Lord of Storms

Danitz looked puzzled upon hearing this, then shook his head:

"Nightingale? I have no interest in that kind of bird."

Livre remained silent.

Danitz doesn't seem to be a member of the Rose School, and he doesn't seem to know much about Nightingale. He probably came into contact with Nightingale unknowingly and was then impersonated by her.

Since that's the case, there's no need for her to stay with Danitz and continue the investigation.

Once the ship docked at Damir Port, she disembarked and continued her solo journey.

For the rest of the journey, Asimov did not reappear, and nothing unexpected happened on the ship. Livre spent two days living a life that could be described as leisurely, or perhaps boring. She gradually grew tired of the seascape, spending her days either enjoying the sea breeze, drinking a little wine, and playing happily with Little White.

In this lonely life, she missed Fors and Hugh and wondered if she should activate the Mirror Beacon's ability to travel back to Backlund before the Gunfish was more than a thousand kilometers from the shore.

After careful consideration, she abandoned the plan, since mirror travel was a Sequence 3 Immortal Witch ability, and activating the mirror mark once would consume a huge amount of spiritual energy.

So, she had no choice but to rely on Little White and the magical items for survival.

During this time, Danitz came to see her several times, but she responded coldly each time, which seemed to upset the pirate worth 3000 pounds. He was listless for several days.

It wasn't that Liviel disliked him, but their separation was imminent, and they might never see each other again in this life. Liviel didn't want him to be hurt by love. After all, the charm of a witch might make a pure-hearted man remember her for half his life.

And so, on the third day after the Gunfish set sail, at noon, the ship's horn sounded and the passenger ship entered Damir Port.

It will replenish its freshwater and food supplies on this colony island before setting sail again the following morning.

Next, it will stop at Bansi Port once more before continuing its journey to the generous city of Bayam.

Livre packed her luggage, then vanished from the ship along with it. The crew member responsible for monitoring her didn't notice that Miss Monroe's room was now empty.

After descending the gangway, Livre, carrying her luggage, noticed that Danitz was standing on the dock, anxiously watching the passengers disembarking and disembarking.

This idiot! Does he still want to stroll around Damir Port with me? Haven't I ripped him off enough these past few days?

Livr cursed under her breath in exasperation and left the dock without looking back.

After walking a distance, she deactivated her invisibility and arrived at a reasonably priced hotel. She rented a comfortable room and lay down on the large bed.

"No matter how luxurious first class is, it's still not as reassuring as sleeping on land..."

Livre sighed, lay comfortably for a while, then changed into some light clothes: a white women's shirt, brown tight-fitting riding breeches, black boots, and a cowboy-style Stetson hat, looking very capable.

After getting dressed, Livre left the inn and strolled around the streets of Damir Port.

The streets are not wide, and tall tropical broad-leaved trees are planted on both sides. There are handwritten road signs in both Rune and the local language everywhere. Most of the pedestrians are dark-skinned and can be identified as island natives at a glance. A small number of fair-skinned people from the North Continent are mixed in, which are particularly conspicuous, creating a unique atmosphere of a colonial island.

Following the street signs, Livre arrived at the nearest bar.

"Flying fish and wine..."

She read the bar sign written in two languages, pushed open the slightly damp wooden door, and went inside.

A large number of ships had just docked, and the bar was bustling with activity. Many men dressed in a menacing manner were drinking heavily, some even with the butts of their revolvers sticking out of their belts.

The large wooden board next to the bar was covered with a dense array of wanted posters. Among them were 80 pounds belonging to the "Kings of the Five Seas" and hundreds of pounds for ordinary pirate leaders. They were stacked layer upon layer, from high to low, and there were more wanted posters than all the ones Livia had ever seen before combined.

"It's all money..."

Livre stood there, watching for a long time.

Just then, a series of light footsteps approached:

"It's quite rare to see a lady like you paying attention to wanted posters."

Liviel was slightly annoyed, thinking that next time she went shopping, she should dress up a little less attractively to avoid being approached by people.

Turning her head, she saw a young man of average height, wearing the distinctive blue and white striped uniform of the navy, who looked like a junior officer.

Liviel felt a little better. The navy was more disciplined than the pirates; at least they wouldn't act recklessly.

She responded following the Navy's line of thought:

"I only hope that one day the brave knights of the sea will be able to wipe them out in one fell swoop, and then the sea will be at peace."

The young navy man's eyes lit up, clearly agreeing with Livre's words:

“Storm above! Miss, you are right. The reason I became a naval officer is to bring those criminals to justice and restore peace to the sea and the people.”

As he spoke, he smiled and extended his hand, which was wearing a white glove:

"My name is Danny, and I'm a warrant officer on the Royal Navy's Swallow. What's your name?"

Although it may sound a bit naive, I don't dislike this kind of guy.

Livre politely offered him her hand and responded with a smile:

"Just call me Marilyn Monroe."

Danny gentlemanly grasped Rivera's fingertips, then quickly released them without a trace of lingering affection, which made Rivera like him even more.

"Miss Marilyn Monroe, are you traveling alone?"

Danny invited Livre to sit down with him and ordered two Port Darniel specialty cocktails.

"I was with some friends, and they were resting at the hotel, so I went out for a walk by myself."

Livre casually made up a plausible story for herself, after all, it was too strange for a woman to travel alone at sea.

“I see.” Danny nodded slightly, then said somewhat seriously, “The sea has been a bit turbulent lately, Miss Monroe. You’d better stay with your companions and not go out alone.”

Why are you all saying this? What exactly happened at sea?

Livre's curiosity was piqued time and again, and she decided to make good use of this young naval officer to learn about the latest situation at sea. He should know more about the military than the Hanged Man and Danitz.

"I didn't go out alone, didn't I? You're with me."

She smiled and raised her glass to toast, then took a small sip.

Danny blushed slightly, coughed lightly, picked up his glass, took a sip, and then said:

"My ship is setting sail tomorrow. I'm just here to rest for a day. I'll be leaving soon and won't be able to stay with you for long."

"Oh?" Livre raised an eyebrow. "I've heard that sailors like to go to those girls' places to drink when they go ashore to rest. Why don't you do the same?"

Upon hearing this, Danny's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly:

“The storm is coming! I strictly follow the teachings of my Lord. I absolutely cannot do this. I must be responsible to God and to my future wife.”

Good heavens, this kid is really going for the wicked! He keeps spouting "storm," he's a real scapegoat.

Livre raised her glass with a sigh, a smile spreading across her face:

"You are a true gentleman. Come on, let's have a drink!"

However, Danny's drinking capacity didn't seem to match his character. After a few cocktails, and with Livre's encouragement, he readily revealed the Swallow's itinerary:

"Intelligence indicates that the notorious pirates Señor and Tracy have recently been active in these waters, so headquarters has dispatched us from Pulitzer Port to increase patrols. This is quite unusual, as these major pirates rarely appear so close to the main shipping lanes..."

Blood General and Disease General... these are troublesome indeed. I hope I don't run into them. However, Disease General is said to be an exceptionally beautiful woman, and her abilities seem to be related to disease. Could she be a Sequence 5 Pain Witch?

Livre pondered silently, and managed to extract some other information from Danny.

Just then, a loud bang came from not far away. Amid the chaos of tables being overturned, Livr turned her head and saw two burly men facing each other with swords drawn.

The burly man in the navy blue and white striped shirt, holding a dagger, was pressing it against the throat of the man opposite him, but he himself was being held to the forehead by an old handgun that could be put in a museum.

The owner of the pistol was also a burly man over 1.8 meters tall, with well-developed muscles and an oily face. He had shaved his head, had seabird tattoos on his body, and was muttering curses:

"Shit Navy!"

"No one in Damir Port has ever dared to accuse me of being a pirate informant!"

The navy officer didn't back down and exchanged insults with him, both sides showcasing a rich array of profanities used at sea.

Livre watched for a few seconds and, based on the content of their argument, roughly understood what had happened:

The burly man being pointed a dagger at by the navy officer was named Hawthorne, supposedly an informant for Admiral Señor, though he denied it. The navy officer became suspicious of Hawthorne's identity, and the two began to argue.

However, with her exceptional ability to observe emotions, Livre sensed something was amiss. The two burly men, who seemed ready to fight, didn't appear to be in a life-or-death situation; instead, there was an element of theatrics reminiscent of her past life in WWE.

In fact, at sea, some local thugs and bullies often claim to be henchmen of some famous pirate, using this to intimidate others.

Just as she was about to continue watching the spectacle, Danny, who was slightly drunk, suddenly stood up and showed his naval officer's ID, a completely unnecessary move: his brand-new naval uniform already identified him.

Danny stood beside the navy officer and said righteously:

“Buddy, you did the right thing. At this point in time, we have to thoroughly investigate anyone associated with Señor.”

He then turned to Hawthorne:

"Your name is Hawthorne, right? Please come with us to the nearest military camp for questioning. If you're worried about being treated unfairly, you can also come with me to the Swallow for questioning. Don't worry, we will never wrongly accuse an innocent person, nor will we let a bad person go free!"

His voice carried a dignified power that made people want to obey him involuntarily, but the effect wasn't too strong, similar to Hugh before his promotion. It seemed that this young naval officer was a Rank 9 arbitrator, which was a common practice in the military.

Hawthorne's face clearly showed panic, while the 'naval officer' standing next to Danny also looked somewhat astonished.

The next second, their eyes met, and the 'naval officer' slipped and ran out of the bar.

"where are you going?"

Danny turned to look at the navy officer with some confusion, exposing his side to Hawthorne, who was holding a pistol.

A fierce glint flashed in Hawthorne's eyes as he turned the firing pin, producing a crisp clanging sound.

Idiot, didn't the navy teach us not to turn our backs to the enemy...?

Livre sighed helplessly, a colorless, almost transparent spider silk coiled in her hand, aimed at Hawthorne's pistol, and was about to fire in an instant.

However, she suddenly sensed the spiritual energy flowing in the air and stopped what she was doing.

Almost simultaneously, a short sword, like a boomerang, swung out in a strange arc, piercing straight into Hawthorne's back, then exiting through his chest. Immediately afterward, the short sword seemed to accelerate, chasing after the fleeing 'naval officer' and severing his neck in one swift motion. It then circled back and fell into the hands of a tall man sitting at the bar.

Hawthorne's body trembled, and his muscular frame suddenly lost all strength, collapsing like a wall. The 'naval officer's' head rolled a few times on the ground like a ball, his huge, dead-fish-like eyes wide open.

The tall man took the short sword, shook off the blood, and stood up. His body, over two meters tall, was like a small mountain, bringing a strong sense of oppression to the entire bar.

"Thank you, young navy officer." The tall man smiled mockingly. "This bastard has been posing as our captain's informant for a long time, and even had people help him put on an act. I've wanted to get rid of him for a long time."

"Your captain..."

Danny murmured in shock, then suddenly realized what he meant and exclaimed:

“You are Señor’s third mate, Weapons Master Garten!”

Gartner... a very familiar name.

Livre turned to look at the densely packed wanted posters and found Garten near the front. His bounty was a full 3700 pounds, 40% higher than Danitz's.

Judging from the abilities he displayed, he should be a Sequence 7 of the Warrior pathway, a Weapon Master, just like his nickname suggests.

Gartner smiled meaningfully:

"Not bad, you are young but you have some insight."

As he wiped the blood from his short sword, he glanced around and said in a deep voice:

"Listen up, all of you! If anyone dares to impersonate General Xue again, this will be their fate!"

How audacious... to openly launch an attack on an island with a naval presence. However, considering what Danny said earlier about Admiral Blood's fleet operating nearby, it makes sense. The garrison at Damir Harbor alone shouldn't be enough to deal with a pirate general.

Of course, it is said that the Church of the Lord of Storms and the military have demigods at sea. I wonder how those demigods compare to the Four Kings and Seven Generals.

As Livre pondered, Danny, after a slight tremor, resolutely drew the pistol from his waist.

Liviel was taken aback, somewhat surprised: You, a Sequence 9 Arbitrator, really want to go head-to-head with a Weapon Master who is at least Sequence 7? The other party is a mid-Sequence Extraordinary who is skilled in combat.

Gartner raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, and said:

"Oh, you want to challenge me? I thought you'd be grateful I helped you kill those two bastards."

Danny's fear was so evident that his voice trembled, but he still spoke resolutely:

"They're bastards, and you're bastards too."