Captain – Chapter 570 – Hunting the Enemy

“I still don’t quite understand.”

Hearing the girl’s calm words, Richi, who was leaning against the mainmast, raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, “What don’t you understand?”

“I don’t understand when you…”

Looking at the focused youth, the Blood Craver shifted her gaze to Caine, who stood at the side rail observing: “When did you two become so in sync?”

“If I remember correctly, your relationship in the past wasn’t exactly good.”

Upon hearing this, Richi smiled: “Even now, it’s not much better.”

“As for the sync you mentioned, I can’t explain it either. I just feel that after he went on that trip with Roy and came back from that ghostly place, his temperament changed quite a bit.”

“He became very much like Enzo. You know, that guy is an absolute madman.”

With a faint “oh,” Vivian put on an expression of “I see” and looked at the youth: “So you developed some kind of resonance between madmen?”

Not feeling insulted by these words, Richi smiled and nodded: “That’s hard to say. After all, back when Roy and I first charged into the seas together, many people thought we were the most insane people after Enzo.”

“But if you ask me, among those who become pirates, who are the normal ones?”

“The more insane you are, the less you fear death, and the less likely you are to die.”

Clearly uninterested in this topic, the girl shook her head and said nothing more. Instead, she crossed her arms and leaned against the mast, even pushing Richi aside a bit.

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As if seeking a place to rest, or perhaps… silently declaring ownership over someone.

Time passed second by second, the storm grew more violent, yet the dragon still hadn’t returned.

This wasn’t good news.

Gazing at the dark sky, Caine stood facing the wind and rain, his brow slightly furrowed, wondering whether Nidhogg had encountered trouble or still hadn’t found the target.

He wasn’t worried about the former situation. Although there were still many things in this vast sea that could threaten a dragon, if it wanted to flee, presumably no one could stop it.

The trouble lay with the latter.

Regardless of whether the dragon could find the enemy, the longer it searched, the smaller his chance of personally cutting them down and avenging the captain and those fallen crew members.

After all, time meant distance, and it concerned the youth’s unspoken sense of restraint.

Could it really be that I guessed wrong, that those people not only didn’t pursue the Mermaid deeply, but didn’t even have the courage to linger at the boundary to prevent their escape?

Or perhaps that surprise attack was actually a bloody battle, and the captain and the others have already…

The longer the wait stretched on, seemingly endless, even though the young man firmly believed in his judgment, he couldn’t help but waver.

However, as if hearing his inner voice, before he could harbor more doubts, the sound of wingbeats came from the distance, and a pitch-black giant shadow broke through the rain curtain, approaching swiftly.

Accompanied by a muffled sound and countless water droplets shattering as they hit the ground, the dragon landed back on the deck. Only the light in its eyes was somewhat dim—it must have been circling high in the sky for a long time to remain hidden, causing excessive physical exhaustion.

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Watching the three people approaching with solemn expressions, the dragon let out a long, low roar.

Upon hearing the roar, the three immediately froze in their movements, their gazes becoming somewhat dazed, because the information contained within that low roar was incredibly complex.

Without any preparation or resistance, they couldn’t help but fall into an almost stunned state.

It was quite a novel sensation. After the dragon’s “language” entered their ears, it first transformed into countless streams of data in their minds, which flowed and intertwined rapidly. In just a few breaths, they actually formed many vivid scenes.

Like masterfully lifelike sketches.

In those fully colored scenes, the three saw that lightless sea, and the warship advancing through violent currents as if on level ground.

Except for a very small portion of the main body showing dark gray, the ship’s hull, sails, and even the deck were all “painted” with varying degrees of deep blue coating, appearing particularly eerie and sinister under the lightning’s reflection.

On that wildly dancing flag in the wind was painted a skull struggling in the deep blue sea, yet long devoid of life, with a curved blade piercing through its body.

A dark gray curved blade covered with star-like cracks. Though only a painting, it seemed to possess strange magical power, making one shudder just looking at it.

The next moment, the scene rapidly zoomed in.

The situation on deck gradually became clear, and the three could even see the stubble on the faces of the patrolling pirates and the dim scenes reflected in their eyes.

Then they saw the door to the captain’s quarters on the third floor of the superstructure being pushed open, and a man with a sinister face and hawk-like eyes leading four others down.

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Before all the scenes ended, the strange figure completely shrouded in gray-white robes at the rear of the group of five paused his steps for no apparent reason.

After a moment, he—or rather… it—raised its face heavily wrapped in gauze and looked toward the three of them. Where its eyes should be, ghostly flames seemed to ignite, silently burning the scenes in their vision to ashes.

The time the three spent observing the scenes seemed extremely long, but in reality lasted only an instant.

When the last page of the scroll was burned away by that ghostly flame, they awakened and looked at each other, all seeing the gravity in each other’s eyes.

Because that strange figure had looked up without warning, discovering the watcher hidden in the deep black mist, and more importantly, the fire that burned away the scroll was brilliant gold.

Identical to the light in a devil’s eyes.

“To be honest, this is a tough nut to crack.”

After a brief silence, Richi broke the quiet. He looked at the two who were watching him and said in a slightly hoarse voice: “Obviously, that thing isn’t human, but should be some kind of cursed or divinely gifted creation related to devils.”

“That’s one thing. Additionally, I recognize that ship.”

Recalling that deep blue ship’s shadow, the youth narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly: “That’s the Nightmare King. You might not be familiar with it, but I think you must have heard of…”

“The name Talin Dempsey.”

Seeing Richi speak while looking at him, Caine thought for a moment, as if remembering something, and his gaze couldn’t help but intensify: “You mean the Deep Sea Captain?”

When he was still an officer in the past, although he didn’t pay much attention to the pirate adversaries entrenched in the south, he had conducted certain investigations on several legendary figures.

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The most detailed intelligence was naturally on Enzo, followed by the Deep Sea Captain.

“Yes. I didn’t expect that this time, it would be that sinister old bastard who came. But this also perfectly explains why the Mermaid fell into a trap.”

The youth nodded slightly and spoke calmly.

With that cunning old fox making his move, and specifically choosing the moment when the Mermaid was fleeing in panic with no mind for battle, it would be strange if he didn’t succeed. He even suspected that if Roy hadn’t awakened, they might have truly fallen into his hands.

“So this isn’t just an ambush, but possibly aimed at completely destroying the Mermaid.”

After sorting through his thoughts, Caine analyzed calmly, though his eyes grew increasingly cold.

“Fortunately, he miscalculated and didn’t succeed.”

The youth shrugged, his expression returning to normal, not forgetting to add after finishing this sentence: “Oh, and they seem to be not far from us.”

Looking at the dragon that was lowering its head, eating fish caught by the water ghosts to replenish its strength, Richi turned his gaze back to stare at the sea churning like a pre-storm tempest in the young man’s eyes, thinking this was truly strange.

His thoughts seemed to align with his own again. Could they really have developed some kind of understanding?

Smiling silently, the youth asked lazily, as if discussing something trivial.

“Shall we… play for high stakes?”