Captain – Chapter 355 – The Perfect Translator

“Ancient Auran?”

The ship’s doctor repeated with a strange expression. Seeing Roy nodding like a pecking chick, his expression became even more unnatural as he retorted irritably: “How would I, a Federation person, know something that the Empire itself doesn’t allow to be circulated?”

“Also, could you speak more clearly in the future?”

Due to the burning sensation on his face, Anderson’s words were quite cutting, as if trying to dispel his embarrassment: “Don’t be like that natural scholar, always so cryptic, speaking in riddles. It takes forever to get a clear answer about an ancient prescription.”

Natural… scholar?

Roy blinked, taking a long time to react.

So he was referring to First Mate Isaac’s disguise identity, that nonexistent natural scholar and devotee of the Lady—Bivis Green.

“Of course, why didn’t I think of that?”

Recalling the “Old Pirate’s” background, the Captain’s eyes brightened like a kitten finding food. She couldn’t help clapping her hands and praising: “I didn’t expect our young master to occasionally be of some use. I’ll credit you with a merit for this too.”

With that, Roy led the First Mate and the Siren toward the wooden door.

Seeing this, the ship’s doctor swallowed the sharp words that had reached the tip of his tongue to rebut the Captain’s “uselessness theory.” With a baffled expression, he watched the three “people” walk away and then disappear down the wooden ladder beneath the door.

“How perplexing…”

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Complaining just as the Captain had when awakened, Anderson frowned, thought for a moment, and then hurriedly followed, wanting to see what they were up to.

Actually, overlooking Isaac as the perfect translator wasn’t due to Roy’s carelessness.

Although she had long known that the “Old Pirate” was from the ancient Auran era, since their first meeting through that conversation concerning the world’s future, Roy had heard only the most authentic modern Auran from his mouth. Naturally, she had overlooked this point.

“Oh, you’re wondering about this?”

The wooden door to the narrow room was opened once again.

The candle was still lit. Isaac lay in the hammock in the corner of the room, his eyes closed, but clearly not asleep, as if he had anticipated their arrival.

Leisurely opening his eyes, the “Old Pirate” climbed down from the bed and unhurriedly sat back at the wooden table. Hearing the Captain’s question, he smiled and said: “Although I’m old enough to be in a coffin, since I’m still alive and have things to do, I naturally need to keep up with the times.”

“Hundreds of years is enough time to change many things. Whether art has progressed or regressed, at least knowledge and technology have advanced significantly. If one doesn’t understand these changes…”

“Look, look, he’s starting again. I told you he talks too much.”

The ship’s doctor, who had entered later, heard the exchange between Roy and Isaac as soon as he came in.

Recalling the painful memory of spending an entire night in this room ten days ago with nothing to show for it, he immediately felt a headache and impatiently interrupted.

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Medical professionals value precision and efficiency, naturally disliking an overly leisurely style.

Hearing this, Isaac shook his head with a wry smile, not taking offense. He gestured for them to sit, though there weren’t enough chairs, so the two young men had to endure a bit of discomfort.

“I anticipated her arrival tonight and understood the problem between you. I knew you would come to find me, so I waited until now.”

After this simple explanation, Isaac casually picked up pen and paper, handed them to the Siren before him, and gazed at her gently. He began speaking in a language that the three had never heard before, continuing for quite some time, evidently adding considerable information.

Though unable to understand, seeing the Siren gradually relax and even show signs of closeness, the Captain’s doubts lessened significantly. She knew it probably wasn’t some conspiracy-related persuasion but rather an introduction of identity and reassurance.

Sure enough, Isaac then said to Roy: “Don’t worry, Captain, it’s just simple comfort.”

“I told her that I am the Lady’s most loyal follower, and although you bear the devil’s blood, you are not Edward’s die-hard supporter. In fact, you have some grudges against him, so she doesn’t need to be too nervous… or vigilant.”

Although the Siren race was not the Lady’s children, their mother—the Muse Goddess—was on extremely close terms with Lady Annisdora. Using her name to gain the Siren’s trust was indeed a good approach.

As for her own relationship with the devil…

Thinking of this, the Captain’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, knowing that the “Old Pirate” was again scheming. But understanding the background and experiences of the young woman beside her, she knew that if she wanted to get her help, she couldn’t avoid making certain statements.

So though her expression wasn’t pleasant, she remained silent.

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This was tantamount to tacit agreement.

Already in good spirits upon seeing the Siren, and now receiving the Captain’s implicit acknowledgment, after a brief moment of surprise, even the “Old Pirate” couldn’t help but smile. Neither the ripples in his eyes nor the curve of his lips could be concealed any longer.

But perhaps due to his pirate nature, that smile seemed cunning from any angle.

“Don’t get too excited. I don’t have any confidence at all.”

Seeing this “sly old fox” smile, Roy lowered her eyelids slightly and urged indifferently: “You’d better focus on your translation first. If she refuses to help and the Mermaid gets burned by ghostly fire, you’ll be the first to suffer.”

This was indeed true. Isaac nodded slightly, put away his smile, and spoke a few more words to the Siren.

Then, under the astonished gazes of Roy and Caine, the Siren picked up the quill pen, dipped it in ink, and began writing on the parchment. Initially, her movements were somewhat awkward, but they soon became fluid. The characters she wrote were beautifully graceful, exuding an ancient aura.

This must be ancient Auran.

“Don’t be so surprised. Sirens aren’t as lofty as deities. As one of the world’s myriad beings, they also need to communicate and express emotions. Due to their background and appearance, they rarely appear before humans or converse with them, relying more on letter writing.”

Isaac explained casually, then added: “Of course, they can also speak. With their talent far surpassing humans, they likely mastered all languages of that era, not just ancient Auran.”

“However… this child is special, so she can only write things down.”

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As he said this, a hint of compassion was visible in the “Old Pirate’s” profound eyes.

Roy understood what he meant by “special” and nodded silently, asking: “What did you just ask her?”

“Her purpose for coming.”

“Ah, I forgot about that.”

The two spoke as if nothing was wrong, showing no intention of explaining further.

As one of the informed parties, Caine knew the entire story and naturally had no questions. However, the observing ship’s doctor was nearly dumbfounded.

First, he wondered why this strange young woman’s writing caused such surprised expressions from the Captain and First Mate. Then he heard terms like “Siren,” “deity,” and “devil,” along with perplexing conversations that completely confused him.

“What do they mean by ‘Siren’?”

Having no alternative, he softly asked the First Mate, who was also standing.

Caine glanced at him, clearly somewhat displeased at his “disruption of important matters,” but still answered in the simplest terms the ship’s doctor could understand.

“It means mermaid.”