Captain – Chapter 107 – An Acquaintance

It must be said that in the months since Richi took control of Yadris, the crew of the Constantine had become far too lax.

They enjoyed the pleasure of returning to their territory, reveled in the near life-and-death power that came from their captain’s alliance with the Blood-Eyed Butcher, and indulged in celebrating their enemy’s watery grave—with Golden-Eyed Roy gone, there was no one left in the Eastern Seas to make them tremble in fear.

Under these circumstances, they viewed themselves as the second masters of Yadris, never believing that anyone would dare challenge their authority while under the dual protection of the Mermaid and the Constantine.

It was because of this mindset that Captain Bazel had been too arrogant and died miserably in the Banshee’s Eye, and similarly, because they had relaxed for too long, these spies made no effort to conceal their movements, ultimately becoming the prey of a dangerous individual.

The recruitment fair at the Banshee’s Eye was in full swing.

Whether pirates with or without masters, smuggling merchants, or shop owners and customers from Horn of Plenty—everyone in Yadris had their attention focused on this grand recruitment event.

In this enthusiastic atmosphere, another dark and terrifying hunt was also beginning.

Watching the man disguised as an arms dealer collapse while clutching his continuously bleeding throat, making wheezing sounds like a broken bellows, Roy slid her dagger back into the hardened leather sheath at her waist.

This groove-bladed dagger was identical to the one under Cecilia’s pillow, deliberately made as a replica for the proprietress to keep close at hand for emergencies, though now Roy had managed to get hold of it through a combination of sweet talk and trickery.

“One more left.”

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Roy casually whistled, kicking the man’s corpse carelessly into a pile of scattered straw.

With tracking skills like a cheetah’s, she had already dispatched four spies sent by the Constantine, always choosing narrow streets and alleys so that even if that captain discovered something amiss later and sent people to search, they would have quite a task ahead of them.

Yadris naturally wasn’t limited to just Horn of Plenty.

Even if these spies had become careless, they wouldn’t actually walk straight back to the port along the bustling commercial street. After all, they didn’t want to have their appearances noted by the Banshee’s Eye’s omnipresent informants, so the structurally complex residential areas on either side of Horn of Plenty became their best cover.

In the past, besides choosing residential areas, they would have maintained constant contact. Once they discovered someone had missed reporting in with the password, they would immediately scatter like rats to prevent total annihilation.

But now, with their minds clouded by power, alcohol, and lust, the spies naturally had no patience to wait for their colleagues’ signals. They only wanted to complete their mission quickly so they could seek pleasure in brothels or taverns, as the Banshee’s Eye wasn’t the only place for enjoyment in town.

This mentality naturally became Roy’s greatest opportunity to strike, and even the spies’ remaining caution coincidentally solved many problems for the captain.

If they had been truly careless and only used main roads, it would have been difficult for her to make her move.

“Bad luck for you, Solomon’s dogs.”

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Roy smiled coldly. After cutting through streets and alleys, she successfully found the trail of the last spy.

Unlike the others, this spy was exceptionally vigilant.

He paid constant attention to movements behind him, and upon glimpsing the unfriendly-looking captain appear, he immediately took to his heels.

The spy pushed aside several citizens who were carrying wooden baskets to the market, quickly disappearing into a secluded alley.

Avoiding the green apples rolling toward her, Roy swiftly followed, likewise darting into the small alley.

Listening to the footsteps that alternated between clear and muffled, Roy’s smile grew colder.

This kind of technique to confuse hearing—Old John was far more skilled at it than this person, yet even that old fellow couldn’t fool her, let alone a mere spy.

The captain’s gaze seemed able to penetrate walls, firmly locked onto the spy’s position.

After turning two corners and passing through a four-way intersection, Roy finally used her superior strength and speed to corner the panting spy in a dead end.

“Alright, alright, sir, you haven’t run enough, but I don’t have the patience to continue playing with you.”

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Compared to the spy’s sweat-covered face and constant panting, Roy’s cheeks were only slightly flushed, her breathing still steady and deep, showing no signs of fatigue.

She looked at this person who had caused her a bit of trouble, her face full of mockery: “Besides, getting out of breath after running such a short distance—is Solomon blind to choose such a frail fellow as an informant?”

Wearing a light blue robe with a hood covering his face, the spy finally caught his breath and raised his hand toward the captain who was slowly approaching. He deliberately hoarsened his voice and pleaded: “No… no, Captain, I’m not from the Constantine.”

Roy snorted at his excuse. In Yadris, those who would pay such close attention to the Banshee’s Eye were limited to two groups: the Mermaid and Constantine crews who were her enemies, or her old friends.

All these people watched the renowned Miss Joyce on the island with caution.

Richi and Solomon were wary of this potentially destabilizing factor that could threaten their rule, or perhaps they feared some shocking event might occur.

Those captains who had fallen silent due to Roy’s loss of power worried that their only remaining support might turn to the Blood-Eyed Butcher and the Black Emperor, making their situation even more difficult.

According to Roy’s observation, a total of thirteen people had left the scene earlier.

Among them, six were clearly sailors from the Mermaid—she had even recognized some familiar faces. The remaining seven had all walked toward the port without looking back.

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During the tracking process, the young woman had eliminated two more from these seven—those who had stopped midway and entered the strongholds of old friends she once knew. So the rest could only be the Black Emperor’s minions.

“Ridiculous. If you’re not from the Constantine, why did you run so urgently? Come, let this captain see who you really are.”

Roy narrowed her eyes dangerously, approaching step by step. Anyone who maintained such vigilance during these months of indulgence could not be an ordinary sailor.

“If I’m not mistaken, you should be…”

The captain’s body wasn’t tense at all; she didn’t even show a hint of defensive movement. She reached for the person’s hood, wanting to verify whether this figure who kept his head lowered was indeed the big fish she suspected.

“Arnold Obert, First Mate.”

Roy suddenly pulled off the spy’s hood, pronouncing the name like a judgment, but upon seeing the person’s face, she fell into a brief daze.

The person before her was indeed an acquaintance, but not the Constantine’s first mate she had imagined. Instead, it was someone she could never have guessed.

“Damn it, how is it you?”