Captain – Chapter 562 – Are You Still Alive?

The surging, violent sea that had been playing a song of destruction calmed down at an astonishing speed in the brief moment when that girl turned and walked into her room.

Thus the Mermaid, which had been trapped in a “swamp” and unable to move, suddenly surged in speed, sailing out of the Nightmare King’s effective range and soon disappearing into the sea fog.

On the side rail of the Nightmare King.

“It seems our plan worked perfectly, Captain.”

Watching that scene, the thin First Mate Ferguson standing beside the sinister man smiled and said, his wrinkled face making him look like a slippery merchant.

But faced with his subordinate’s congratulations, Captain Tarlin, dressed in a deep blue captain’s uniform and known as the Deep Sea of the Western Waters, made no response. He only lowered his head slightly, looking at the strange curved blade in his hand—deep gray and covered with crystal-like cracks.

This was what that being had bestowed upon him, a divine artifact from the Old Calendar branded with the devil’s mark, possessing unimaginable power, even able to control the sea.

With this, he had been able to sit securely on the legendary throne for decades, able to oppose that night curtain, and even easily drive the Mermaid into a death trap.

Actually, Roy hadn’t guessed the complete truth.

The Deep Sea Captain had come under orders, naturally understanding this sea area that the devil regarded as the place where gods would fall, knowing everything that would happen. This was how he could accurately predict the direction of the Mermaid’s escape and lay this perfect ambush.

But the problem was, his intention from the beginning was never to drive the tiger to devour the wolf.

Rather, relying on this curved blade, solid ships and sharp cannons, and absolute information advantage, he would directly drown this frantically fleeing mermaid in gunpowder smoke and blood and fire.

But he had failed.

Because he hadn’t expected that girl to awaken, hadn’t expected that her single glance…

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Would suppress the entire sea.

Nearly a miracle.

Recalling the divine light that surged from the depths of the girl’s eyes when he confronted her earlier, recalling the mountain-like pressure, Tarlin’s already gloomy expression became even more unsightly. He gasped roughly as he sheathed the curved blade at his waist.

Then he turned and pushed past the three people behind him, walking toward the captain’s quarters.

“Don’t celebrate too early, Ferguson. Now we can only hope…”

His steps paused, and the Deep Sea Captain turned his face sideways, saying coldly: “That the fool who’s been locked up for nearly a thousand years and can’t distinguish primary from secondary won’t let Captain Roy escape.”

“Otherwise, we’ll be in big trouble.”

The final words that emerged from his mouth, contrary to his usual sinister cunning, were somewhat gentle, but this made the first mate feel inexplicably chilled.

Only after the captain’s figure disappeared behind the door did Ferguson somewhat bewilderedly withdraw his gaze. Though he was skilled at scheming, he was ultimately just a mortal.

He knew some inside information but couldn’t see through everything.

Therefore, he could only gauge the severity of the situation based on the reactions of those beside him.

Turning his gaze to the three “people” still standing in place, who should have been constantly guarding the captain, the bewilderment in the first mate’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by shock.

All three “people” wore gray-white robes that covered their entire bodies including their fingers, revealing nothing. Even their faces were covered by layer upon layer of gauze, with only faint light visible at their eyes, nothing else discernible.

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They were the devil’s fanatical believers, servants, the most powerful assistance that great being had left to Tarlin Dempsey, this agent of the present world.

But at this moment, not only were they not fulfilling their duties by following the Deep Sea Captain as he departed, they stood like stone sculptures gazing in the direction the Mermaid had left, and even…

They were trembling continuously, as if fearing someone.

Fearing another devil.

Time flowed, and the sound of the tide gradually returned to normal.

In the captain’s quarters of the Mermaid, Roy sat at the table, listlessly playing with that sea chart, the radiance in her eyes gradually dimming, showing some fatigue.

It had been half a day since the attack by the Nightmare King. Only after ensuring they had escaped the maximum distance that strange curved blade could influence did she stop suppressing the sea, as it was quite draining mentally and physically.

Her fingers lightly manipulated the sea chart, with light and shadow changing instantly—sometimes turning toward Auran, sometimes falling on the islands, much like a travel guidebook.

Except what it depicted was completely consistent with real geography, and it was fully three-dimensional.

After some time, the girl seemed to lose interest. She sighed lightly and folded up the sea chart, casually setting it aside, then looked toward the raven on the perch.

The night was already deep, and her pet had long since entered dreamland.

Alfie, do you think he… will really come back?

Roy furrowed her brow slightly, thinking silently.

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In fact, after escaping the Nightmare King’s artillery fire, with her transcendent thinking speed and perspectives she’d never noticed as a mortal, it hadn’t taken her long to completely sort out this ambush and the subsequent escape route.

Tarlin Dempsey was the ancestor’s man—this was without doubt.

Whether it was that blade or the three “monsters” standing behind him who feared her like wolves and tigers, all bore the indelible mark of the devil.

They were all protective charms that damned devil had bestowed upon this mortal believer.

She just didn’t know whether the Great Captain’s will existed within this, since these Old Calendar remnants all symbolized the devil’s reaching hand into the new world.

To this, the Great Captain had no objections?

This ambush was quite interesting.

Besides these deductions, Roy was also certain that the Nightmare King wouldn’t just leave like this, but would cruise around the Triangle’s perimeter, ready to intercept them at any moment.

Since that was the case, escaping this death zone was hopeless. What they could do…

Was prepare as much as possible, then fight that specter to the death.

But with the Siamese cat not awakening and herself not having time to grow, this was tantamount to suicide. Even if she could truly calculate everything on the chessboard, there was no hope of winning.

But interestingly, even a seemingly perfect situation could always reveal some flaws.

Perhaps because history was too ancient, so ancient that even that devil couldn’t trace it, when he rescued and “sealed” the giant serpent in this death zone, he overlooked something.

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He overlooked the enormous power that had driven that terrifying specter into desperate straits.

That ship… hidden in the Old Calendar.

When approaching the great waterfall, the girl had clearly seen that phantom inextricably linked to that giant ship appear among those scattered rocks.

The direction she gazed was where the giant ship lay, and it…

Was in the Death Silence Triangle.

After entering the waterfall, because she had experienced so much in heaven, dreams, and even upon first awakening, under the impact of complex affairs and intense emotions, Roy had been forced to temporarily forget this point. But remembering it wasn’t difficult.

Therefore, the so-called escape route naturally pointed toward where the phantom gazed.

After quickly considering these matters, the girl began thinking about another problem, another… problem related to him. She began constantly recalling, analyzing in detail every aspect of that brief moment when she saw what he saw.

But in the end, she still couldn’t be certain whether he could survive from the deepest part of the ocean floor.

The girl’s eyes rippled slightly, the reflection of the raven within gradually blurred, replaced by some bewilderment and deep anxiety about gain and loss.

Are you really still alive…

Caine?