Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Each ship at sea is like a small, closed kingdom, and the captain is the emperor of that kingdom. Sanchez, who rules everything at sea, already considers Livr to be his for the taking.

Livre smiled gently and directly used her instigation ability to bewitch him.

A few minutes later, Sanchez willingly led Livre into the captain's cabin, took off the sheets and duvet cover from his double bed and replaced them with a brand new set, and also prepared a dressing mirror and toiletries for Livre.

Then he went and squeezed in with the sailors.

Listening to the waves, Livre leisurely began the second leg of her journey at sea.

"Xiao Bai, don't sleep tonight, stay alert."

"Also, if you're thirsty, drink the water in the cup. Don't lick me; that won't quench your thirst."

After giving instructions to Xiaobai, Liviel tidied herself up a bit and lay comfortably on the big bed.

Hopefully we can reach Bayam smoothly...

Livr closed her eyes in relaxation and drifted into a sweet dream.

……

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

Ikonser Bernard looked at the anciently patterned silver mirror placed in front of him, his expression somewhat puzzled:

"This is the sealed artifact 2-111, the Mirror of Arodes?"

On either side of this silver mirror is an eye-like decoration, set against a black gemstone base, which looks deep and captivating.

Apart from that, this mirror doesn't have many special features, making it difficult to associate it with a Level 2 sealed artifact.

The member of the Mechanical Heart responsible for borrowing Arodes nodded and said:

"Yes, Deacon, they also said that we don't need to return it this time. Our team will keep the Mirror of Arodes safe from now on."

"Such a good thing?!"

Ikonser was somewhat surprised. Guarding a Level 2 sealed artifact was an important task that could significantly increase the contribution of the Queen's Mechanical Heart Squad, which would be very beneficial to his promotion.

Is headquarters planning to train me?

Ikonser pondered silently, looking at the Mirror of Arodes, and recited the instructions according to its usage:

"Your Excellency Arodes, my question is, do tree spirits exist in Backlund that drain the life force of people in their dreams?"

The surrounding darkness suddenly became hazy, and ripples of water appeared on the surface of the silver mirror.

Soon, an image appeared in the silver mirror:

In the dimly lit bedroom, a woman was sleeping soundly when suddenly, an alluring green figure appeared beside her, transforming into a pool of spring water that seeped into her body.

Gradually, the woman underwent a strange change. Her cheeks turned red, as if she were having a strange dream. At the same time, her life force was rapidly draining away.

After a while, the alluring green shadow left the woman's body, and her figure appeared even more voluptuous.

Similar scenes kept appearing in the mirror. The victims were both men and women, mostly energetic, strong, and handsome young people. There was one exception, the emaciated Mr. Waffle.

After countless victims were revealed, the video abruptly ended.

Just as Ikonser was about to ask his teammates for their opinions, several lines of Old Fussac words suddenly appeared on the silver mirror:

"Based on the principle of reciprocity, it's my turn to ask a question."

"If you answer incorrectly or lie, you will be punished."

The word "punishment" is as red as blood, as if it were still dripping liquid!

Ikonser's expression twisted for a moment, then became unusually solemn. He had already learned about the Mirror of Arodes from the user manual and knew there was a Q&A session, but he hadn't expected the sealing artifact to be so oppressive.

Immediately afterwards, the silver mirror shimmered with water, and a new line of words appeared:

What is your sexual orientation?

Ikonser froze, realizing that all the team members around him were staring at him.

At that moment, he seemed to understand why headquarters had so hastily entrusted him with the safekeeping of this sealed artifact.

……

After two days of sailing on the Good Fortune at sea, Livre once again felt a longing for land.

At this moment, the Good Fortune is located in the Mayana Trench, a dangerous place in the first half of the Sunya Sea shipping route. It is situated at the midpoint of the Damir and Bansi shipping routes, and is more than 300 kilometers away from both Damir to the west and Bansi to the southeast.

Therefore, this area became a frequent haunt of pirates. Coupled with the frequent cyclones and ocean currents, the Mayana Trench was known as the most dangerous sea area in the first half of the shipping route.

"Damn it, we were already on edge, and now a storm has broken out!"

On deck, Sanchez looked at the dark, dense sky in the distance and ordered the sailors to furl the sails immediately and prepare for the storm.

Livre sat on the platform under the mast, cracking open a tropical nut that resembled a melon seed, while watching the crew busily working. This would be her first time facing such terrifying natural disasters on a ship.

Just then, she suddenly noticed that there seemed to be shadows moving under the dark clouds in the distance.

Livre curiously turned her gaze over, watching the shadow grow larger and larger.

Gradually, she saw the full form of the shadow:

It was a jet-black sailboat, heading toward the side of the Good Fortune. A flag with a white skull on it fluttered in the increasingly turbulent sea wind.

Pirate ship!

Liviel's heart skipped a beat; this was the first time she had encountered a proper pirate ship since setting sail.

At that moment, the lookout also spotted the pirate ship in the distance, and the lookout shouted in terror:

"Captain, there's a ship flying a pirate flag at a 75-degree angle!"

Sanchez's face immediately darkened. He waved his hand and shouted:

"Everyone, prepare your weapons! Artillery, move to your positions!"

Chapter 162 The Appreciation of the Ill General

The Lucky was equipped with four small-caliber cannons, which, while not enough to pose a fatal threat to pirate ships, could still serve as a deterrent.

However, as the sailboat drew closer, Livre saw the white skull clearly:

The skull was pitch black, with blue flames burning in its eye sockets, exuding an eerie aura.

At the same time, the trembling voices of the crew could be heard from the lookout tower:

"Captain, that, that looks like the 'Black Death'!"

The Black Death? Admiral Tracy's ship?

Livre suddenly felt that something was very bad. She never expected that she would be so unlucky as to actually run into a pirate general!

Instantly, an atmosphere of fear spread throughout the ship. Even Sanchez, who had just been calmly giving orders, froze in place, his eyes filled with despair.

A few seconds later, he came to his senses and roared:

"Turn the rudder immediately, turn around, turn around!"

"But Captain, that direction is where the storm is..."

"We can't worry about that now! If we run into Tracy, we're all doomed!"

Under Sanchez's command, the Lucky SS changed course to align with the Black Death.

The engine room workers frantically swung their arms, shoveling coal into the boiler. Black smoke billowed from the erected chimney, and the steam turbines were running at full power, propelling the Good Fortune at full speed.

However, this steam-powered hybrid cargo ship, which embodies the pinnacle of contemporary technology, continued to close the distance with the sailboat behind it. Undoubtedly, the other party had used some mystical means to greatly increase its speed.

Finally, the bow of the Black Death was less than a kilometer from the stern of the Lucky Star, and Livre could almost see the pirates' gleaming blades.

"Captain, what should we do? Should we fire the cannons?!"

The first mate anxiously asked Sanchez for instructions, saying that the four cannons on both sides of the ship had been loaded with shells.

Sanchez looked solemnly at the ever-growing Black Death behind him, his expression shifting inscrutable.

After a long pause, he sighed heavily:

"Fine, we surrender. If they want to loot the goods, let them loot them."

The first mate was taken aback, and said with some concern:

"However, the disease-ridden general is said to enjoy abducting people. If she doesn't like our goods, then instead..."

Sanchez gave a bitter laugh and said helplessly:

"There's nothing we can do about it. How could we possibly be her match? At least, her reputation isn't as bad as that of the Blood General."

The first mate remained silent upon hearing this, clearly demonstrating that both men were fully aware of the vast disparity in strength between them.

In his grief, Sanchez ordered the helmsman to slow down, and the mastman raised the white flag. The Good Fortune floated in the middle of the sea like a piece of wood at the mercy of others.

Soon, the Black Death approached from behind. The crew on deck stood solemnly like living corpses, as if awaiting judgment. The power of disease spread, and as rumored, calamity followed the Black Death's passage. The crew members felt as if their throats were being cut by knives, their heads were throbbing with pain, and their lungs felt like they were about to burst; each of them wore a look of agony. Even Livre felt unwell; it seemed Tracy was indeed a witch of pain.

She stood beneath the mast, clutching her sapphire ring, ready to activate the Mirror Beacon's ability to teleport back to Damir Harbor. But before escaping, she wanted to try her best to persuade Admiral Disease to abandon her attack on the Fortune.

Finally, the massive gunwale of the Black Death passed by, and under the skull and crossbones flag, a stunningly beautiful figure stood amidst the pirates' encirclement. She wore a white linen shirt and beige trousers that revealed the glitter beneath, her eyebrows were long and straight, and her jet-black curly hair cascaded down gracefully, framing her striking and beautiful face. Her sharp, bright blue eyes gazed down at the world with haughty disdain. She was none other than the legendary, beautiful and alluring "sick girl" Tracy.

However, the Black Death sailed straight past the Lucky Star without stopping or throwing a boarding cable, as if it were merely passing by.

At that moment, Tracy's gaze suddenly turned to Livre under the mast with great interest, her eyebrows slightly raised, revealing an expression of appreciation.

Her subordinate stepped forward and said obsequiously:

"Captain, should we capture her?"

Tracy shook her head with a slight hint of regret:

"What a pity. If she were prettier, or if we weren't in a hurry, we could have let her keep Elaine company."

And so, the Black Death sped forward at an extremely fast speed, and soon it had pulled away from the Lucky Star.

As the Black Death sailed away, the disease that had ravaged the ship receded like a receding tide, and the crew recovered their health, celebrating their incredible survival with wild abandon.

Sanchez clenched his fist in excitement, his voice trembling as he shouted:

"Storm above, thanks be to my Lord for protection!"

Livre's slightly furrowed brows relaxed a little, as if the Black Death had something important to do, and therefore did not attack the Lucky.

Just as Sanchez was about to order a turn back to the original course, a silvery lightning bolt tore through the sky, illuminating the sea as if it were daytime. Dark clouds pressed down like giant hands, and a hurricane whipped up deep blue waves. A storm had arrived!

In this weather, forcing a turn would be tantamount to suicide, so Sanchez could only grit his teeth and say helplessly:

"Maintain course! Keep going!"

……

On the Marlin, Danitz stood in the corridor outside his suite, looking out at the storm, feeling vaguely uneasy.

Encountering a dangerous storm in the treacherous waters of the Mayana Trench is sure to leave you feeling terrible.

What made him even angrier was that he hadn't seen Miss Marilyn since he set sail from Damir Port.

He initially thought that Miss Marilyn had been kidnapped on the island, but when he learned that Miss Marilyn had even packed up her luggage from the guest room, he realized that Miss Marilyn had left the Gunfish voluntarily.

He suddenly became somewhat dejected, and had no energy to do anything for the past few days.

In addition, the ladies and their male companions in the same apartment were constantly chattering like seagulls, making him even more annoyed.

Even the storm couldn't shut them up; they continued chatting in the common area of ​​the suite.

Mrs. Vanessa said to her companion with great interest:

"See? I told you so! That woman who moved out of here is a slut!"

"She hooked up with the captain first, moved to first class, and then disembarked at Damir Island. You know, Damir Island has a particularly thriving sex industry, she must have stayed there to do that kind of business..."

Danitz, who was standing outside the suite, could no longer bear it. He turned and rushed inside, pointing a finger at Vanessa's nose and shouting angrily:

"Shut up, you filthy bitch! I won't allow you to insult Miss Marilyn Monroe like that!"

Vanessa was startled, a look of shock like someone caught talking behind someone's back had been turned on, but she quickly regained her domineering expression and shouted:

"What's wrong? Am I wrong? Is she only speaking up for her because she did business with you?"

Danitz was completely enraged; he wanted nothing more than to tear that bastard woman's mouth apart right now.

Fortunately, thanks to the knowledge and education that Admiral Iceberg had given to the crew over the years, he still retained a certain degree of rationality. If he were to take the initiative to beat someone on the ship, it would definitely cause him a lot of trouble.

But if it's forced self-defense, then it's a different story.

The commotion had already attracted the attention of the people in the next suite. Danitz glanced around, his gaze landing on Vanessa, who was clucking incessantly like a hen, and a disdainful sneer appeared on his face: