Captain – Chapter 121 – Devil Risen From the Dead

Old John stared blankly at the proprietress, taking a long time to recover. He pounded his fists forcefully on the table, his face flushed red as he shouted: “Slander! This is absolute slander! Which bastard is smearing me? Tell him to come out and confront me face to face!”

I can’t admit it, absolutely cannot admit it!

The old sailor knew that once this accusation was confirmed, forget about Captain Richi’s potential reaction when his secrets were exposed—the woman before him alone wouldn’t let him leave unscathed.

Having dealt with Cecilia for so many years, Old John clearly understood what cold-bloodedness and ruthlessness lay beneath the proprietress’s beautiful face.

Although he didn’t know how this woman had discovered this, as long as he firmly denied it, without evidence, even someone as intelligent as her would be helpless.

Could you possibly bring Captain Roy back from the bottom of the sea?

Old John thought bitterly, while displaying just the right amount of indignation on his face, as if he were truly an honest fellow who had been wrongfully accused.

Seeing the old sailor’s unrepentant demeanor, Cecilia’s amber eyes grew increasingly cold.

Just as Old John understood her, the young woman knew this vile, weathervane-like old man equally well. Now she could clearly guess his hidden thoughts without even trying.

Yes, without evidence, and with Old John firmly refusing to confess, this matter was indeed troublesome. He had time to wait her out, but she couldn’t afford to delay.

Before long, the Mermaid’s crew members left on the island would discover the intelligence officer’s mysterious disappearance, then seal off all exits from Yadris and conduct a thorough search.

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Within a few days, the Banshee’s Eye’s well-hidden secret room would be exposed, and during this time, Cecilia wasn’t confident she could pry open the mouth of this former imperial spy, even with severe torture.

It had to be said, Old John had calculated very well.

He had identified the proprietress’s weakness—as long as the young woman didn’t want to fall out with Captain Richi in the short term, she would naturally have to let him go and then intelligently keep this secret.

But even so, Yadris was no longer safe, and his plans would need to be accelerated.

Just as Old John was turning over his options in his mind, contemplating what to do after leaving the Banshee’s Eye, Cecilia’s cold voice once again reached his ears, shattering his humble hopes into bubbles.

“You want a confrontation? Very well. Today it was actually she who wanted to see you, not me.”

Cecilia’s hand brushed the edge of the table as she walked around it to one side, then turned her gaze toward the dark doorway.

Footsteps approached from afar, and Old John’s eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably. Having served as a spy for decades, he was more than familiar with the skill of identifying people by their footsteps.

Among those approaching footsteps, there was one that was extraordinarily familiar.

That irregular step—one light, one heavy, without any discernible rhythm—even though it had been half a year since he’d last heard it, he recognized it immediately.

Although there were extremely subtle differences from the past, it couldn’t be mistaken…

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The more proud he had once been of his ability to identify people, the more desperate Old John now felt. His breathing grew rapid as those footsteps approached. His face turned pale, no longer bothering to wipe away the thick mixture of blood, tears, and sweat.

Old John’s bones trembled, his back completely soaked with sweat. He stared at the doorway with an expression as if he’d seen a ghost, watching those pale fingers grasp the doorframe, watching that person who should have been eternally sleeping at Devil’s Island but had now risen from the dead…

A devil.

“Oh, it’s been quite a while since we last met, Old John.”

That devil greeted him with a smile, as if facing a most intimate friend.

Old John slumped in his chair, staring at that face in a daze, muttering almost like a groan: “Captain… Roy.”

At this moment, the old sailor truly wanted to slap those spies hard across their faces.

What did they mean by “a captain never seen before”? What did they mean by “a beauty who suddenly appeared”? These lust-addled fools with minds full of women should be tied to the mast and dried into human jerky!

However, something did seem slightly different…

Old John’s gaze moved from Roy’s face to her chest, examining her up and down, before making his final judgment.

Although some changes seemed to have occurred, with that face and that temperament, the person before him was undoubtedly the former master of the Mermaid—Golden-Eyed Roy.

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Without Roy’s instruction, the pirate named Harriet brought out a stool from the corner of the secret room, respectfully placed it on the other side of the wooden table, then neatly retreated to the side.

“Very perceptive.”

The captain looked at him approvingly, then sat down opposite Old John.

Looking at those dark golden pupils, Harriet smiled ingratiatingly, his body tense as a bow, until Roy looked away, only then did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Damn, what was that old bastard saying? This woman… no, this captain, is actually the legendary Golden-Eyed Roy?

Those who entered the secret room with Roy, besides the First Mate and the ship’s doctor, included several crew members recruited just that morning. Upon hearing Old John’s trembling voice, their reactions were as extreme as Harriet’s, exchanging looks of shock and terror.

Of course, they couldn’t believe it, yet they had no choice but to believe.

Even the Mermaid’s former bosun, Yadris’s acknowledged intelligence chief, had shown such an expression—this could not possibly be a hoax.

“I hear Richi handed you the temporary administrative rights to Yadris, and you’ve even moved into the council hall. Life seems quite prosperous for you, my dear former bosun,” the captain stated leisurely.

“Damn traitor.”

The raven perched on Roy’s shoulder let out a timely soft call, its voice hoarse and eerie.

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Hearing this well-coordinated duo’s exchange, all the hairs on Old John’s body stood on end.

After such a long stupor, he finally painfully accepted the fact that Captain Roy was still alive, and wracked his brains to find a way to evade the charges and survive.

To be honest, the current Captain Richi was cruel and terrifying. He established his reputation through ruthless methods, washed away people’s vague illusions with blood and screams, and even joined forces with the Black Emperor, preparing for any rebellion.

But even so, before the returned Golden-Eyed Devil, those methods seemed like a child’s naive tricks—innocent and laughable.

In just a moment, Old John had made his choice. Just as Roy said, clever people like him always chase power and shift with the wind. If not, a few punches to the nose would be waiting.

“Captain, you’ve really misunderstood me. You know that Old John’s heart has never dared to leave you. Even when forced by Richi… that little bastard, I still tried every way to collect intelligence on him, looking for opportunities to expose his terrifying rule. These… these things Miss Joyce can verify!”

The old sailor who had just moments ago appeared defiant against power, willing to die rather than submit, now behaved as obediently as a lapdog before the “resurrected” former captain, just short of growing an eagerly wagging tail.

“Is that so, little Ceci?” Roy smiled, looking toward the proprietress.

Under Old John’s almost pleading gaze, Cecilia frowned slightly: “Although he concealed many things from me, I must say that without his help, the Banshee’s Eye wouldn’t have survived until today, so…”

“Let’s say that’s the case, for now.”