Captain – Chapter 211 – The Governor’s Letter

“It’s an honor to meet you, Captain Roy.”

After humbly negotiating with the nobleman, the servant finally made his way through the vast crowd to Roy’s side. He bowed respectfully, his tone as deferential as if greeting his own master.

“Which member of the Black Raven Society are you?”

The girl folded her arms, examining this uninvited guest up and down.

“Tomb Bat, ranked fourth among the executioners of the Black Raven Society.”

After successfully approaching the captain, Tomb Bat lowered his head again, concealing those eerie deep purple eyes behind his hair. He seemed unwilling to offend the captain with his eye color, which symbolized ill omen in religious mythology, or perhaps…

He wanted to hide the gradually unrestrained madness and excitement.

“Tomb Bat… never heard of you. What business do you have with me, or rather, what scheme is the organization plotting against me now?”

Raising her hand to stop Tomb Bat from answering, Roy added: “I can listen to the organization’s request, but let’s be clear first—if you’re trying to recruit me into the Black Raven Society again, don’t waste your breath. And if you want me to do something for you, then…”

“I expect payment, understand?”

Seeing Tomb Bat remain silent, the captain sighed: “Not going to speak? Then I’ll assume you…”

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“Captain,” the servant suddenly spoke, interrupting her monologue. He reached into his somewhat worn linen clothing, searched for a moment, then took out a snow-white envelope with gold edges and presented it to Roy.

Taking the envelope, the captain narrowed her eyes as she examined it, finding no name of the sender or recipient on either side, not even an official or personal seal.

This was clearly a confidential letter, though from whom was unknown.

While the girl was inspecting the envelope, curious about the sender’s identity, Tomb Bat explained in a low voice: “Actually, my visit to you today isn’t driven by the organization’s will, but at another lord’s request, by the order of that…”

“Governor.”

The servant’s voice was deep and hoarse, but to Roy’s ears, it was like terrifying thunder, stirring up boundless storms, almost shattering her current calm and composure.

Governor…

According to information from Caine, Federo had recently resigned. The Auran Empire now had only two governors left. Naren was in the same city as her and had a grudge against the Black Raven Society, so he obviously had no need or reason to send an executioner to deliver a letter.

If so, the identity of the person who wrote this letter naturally became obvious—it was the other imperial governor…

Robert Alexander.

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Her dark golden pupils trembled violently. The fingers holding the envelope suddenly tightened, crumpling the meticulously sealed letter. The captain stiffly raised her head, shifting her gaze from the envelope to Tomb Bat, her voice filled with chilling murderous intent: “Are you… seeking death?”

Hearing the girl’s undisguised threat, Tomb Bat lowered his head even further.

Despite his madness, when feeling the hatred and hostility emanating from this legendary pirate captain, he still found it difficult to breathe, as if being stared at by an enraged tiger in the wilderness.

He knew that even though they were on imperial territory and in front of so many dignitaries, if his response was even slightly inappropriate, the beast before him would not hesitate to break every bone in his body.

“How would I dare to challenge your dignity, Captain? I’m merely a servant carrying out orders. Risking exposure of your identity for someone like me would never be worth it.”

Cold sweat soaking his back, Tomb Bat added rapidly: “Besides, you need me to convey your message, don’t you?”

Hearing the servant’s submission and rational analysis, the terrifying gleam in Roy’s eyes gradually subsided. After a long period of silence, she seemed to regain her composure and casually smoothed out the slightly wrinkled envelope.

“Then please be quick and express his meaning clearly. I don’t have much time to waste with you.”

Hearing this, Tomb Bat secretly sighed in relief and carefully said: “The lord’s intentions are all written in this letter. His order to me was to deliver it intact to your hands regardless of any changes in circumstances… when you were alone.”

“Alone…”

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Repeating this word, Roy laughed coldly and said: “What does that mean? Has he grown old and rusty in the head? Does he still expect me, a… discarded pawn, to do some shady business for him?”

When saying the words “discarded pawn,” the captain almost gritted her teeth.

Taking several deep breaths, Roy regained control of her emotions and said expressionlessly: “I will read the letter. I want to see what your master is plotting. But regardless, I will not accept any of his conditions, nor will I compromise with him in any way.”

“Tell him from me that I will stop all his conspiracies, destroy all his visions, and then personally send him to hell.”

As the sunset gradually sank lower, Roy stared at the servant’s face increasingly shrouded in darkness and vowed in a whisper, then said flatly: “Now, disappear from my sight immediately.”

After the captain finished speaking, Tomb Bat still stood motionless.

Seeing him slightly raise his head, appearing as if he had more to say, the girl seemed to guess something. After a moment of silence, she asked softly: “Besides this letter, what else does he want to tell me?”

“The lord said…”

Tomb Bat raised his face, those bizarre purple eyes flashing with an inexplicable light, as if even he was shocked by that man’s words.

“I am proud of you, Elizabeth.”

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That man’s magnetic, uniquely attractive voice seemed to echo in her ears again.

Roy stood somewhat stunned, looking at the envelope now coated in a layer of black by the night, as if seeing that man’s face again, along with those gentle, always encouraging silver-gray eyes.

Memories surged like a tide, seemingly trying to completely submerge the girl.

His calls, his praise, his comfort, various fascinating stories, and finally that cold and ruthless judgment—that man’s voice continuously appeared in her ears, impacting her mind, to the extent that when Tomb Bat bowed and turned to leave, she had no reaction at all.

I am proud of you.

Finally, all voices disappeared, leaving only this somewhat warm yet absurdly difficult-to-respond-to statement.

Blinking, Roy silently tucked the letter into her bosom, then gently patted her cheeks. All emotions in her eyes vanished, and her trademark smile reappeared on her face.

Ignoring the strange glances from the nobles and the discontented questions from servants, the captain pushed through the crowd, approached a wooden table placed beside the wishing pool, surrounded by several open wooden boxes full of treasures. She leaned on the table and flashed a brilliant smile at the ship’s doctor, who looked as if he had seen a ghost.

“So, how’s the harvest, my young master?”