Captain – Chapter 94 – Cecilia Joyce

“Is this the Fighting Squad of the Constantine? What a joke—a frail captain and a bunch of cowardly weaklings. How did Solomon end up raising such useless trash?”

Seeing the normally ruthless captain killed by the young woman’s curved blade, the squad members lacked the courage to step forward, even as Roy cursed them with more caustic words.

Despite this, the Fighting Squad members of the Constantine still didn’t disperse.

They encircled the young couple with raised silver blades, maintaining a wary distance, yet unwilling to let them leave.

They had come to celebrate a successful plunder, but who would have expected such an outcome?

Bazel, the source of this incident and a man of high status on the ship, was dead. No one present could shoulder the responsibility and loss, and no one was willing to bear Captain Solomon’s wrath.

So they could only suppress the urge to retreat and surround these two, waiting in fear and anxiety for reinforcements or… Captain Solomon’s arrival.

Indeed, even before the conflict began, a sailor who had been drinking not far from Bazel’s group had already left the Banshee’s Eye. By now, he had likely notified the relevant people and was bringing crew members still in Yadris to the scene.

Roy naturally knew this as well, but she wasn’t particularly concerned.

Her intention was precisely to escalate the situation and then meet the proprietress—it was that simple. As for the Black Emperor…

Well, according to Roy’s understanding of him, this tyrannical captain who viewed human lives as worthless and treated his subordinates as consumables wouldn’t bother to appear for such a small matter. At most, he would send his first mate to handle it.

The Constantine’s first mate?

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Recalling that pitiful wretch who had once been trampled by Richi until he fled in all directions, not even having time to retrieve his shoes, the captain shook her head with a laugh. The next moment, her smile vanished as she took a step toward the outwardly fierce but inwardly timid squad members.

Like a flock of startled birds, the squad members collectively retreated a step.

“Gentlemen, this captain doesn’t have the patience to play house with you. I’m going to count to three, and if anyone still dares to stand within ten meters of me when I finish counting, those unfortunate souls will never see tomorrow’s sun again.”

This was an obvious psychological tactic, but it worked effectively.

As long as one person couldn’t resist retreating, this seemingly tight encirclement would collapse like a levee riddled with termites.

“One!”

The squad members’ breathing grew noticeably more rapid, and they involuntarily glanced at their comrades.

“Two!”

Some were already discreetly stepping backward. With the retreat of a few, the encirclement immediately revealed numerous gaps.

Seeing this, the captain casually sheathed her curved blade, folding her arms and smiling contemptuously. Just as she was about to announce the third number, a slightly high-pitched, beautifully melodious voice like a skylark’s song rang out in the tavern, attracting the attention of everyone, including her.

“Three. I’ll count for you.”

From a barely noticeable corner suddenly came the sound of dense footsteps. Tall and strong guards emerged in succession, and in the middle of these fierce-looking men stood a young woman who shone like a star.

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She wore a fire-red gauze dress and had equally vibrant, dazzling long hair. Those amber-like brown eyes seemed to possess a unique magic, making one unable to resist the urge to explore the deepest secrets hidden within them.

She was the proprietress of the Banshee’s Eye, the ice beauty known to everyone in Yadris—Cecilia Joyce.

“Confiscate their weapons.”

Under the proprietress’s cold command, the guards surged forward and seized the blades from the Constantine crew members’ hands. The squad members, who had already lost their ferocity, were ashen-faced and showed no intention of resisting.

“We’ve already sheathed ours, so we don’t need to hand them over, right?”

At the captain’s signal, Caine’s rapier had long been returned to its scabbard. Now Roy was smiling and communicating with the guard before her.

Looking at the young woman’s harmless, gentle smile, then at the large men lying fallen at her feet, the strong contrast made the guard somewhat dizzy. But in the end, he couldn’t resist the captain’s charm and casually picked up two silver blades from the ground before returning.

“Andre, come to my study after your work ends today. I need your explanation.”

The chief guard responsible for the tavern’s first floor said with a bitter face: “Miss Joyce, those people are from the Constantine…”

“So what? Even if Solomon himself came, he would have to obey the rules of the Banshee’s Eye, or be prepared to be kicked out.”

Cecilia’s face was like frost, her powerful aura pressing the chief guard to lower his head, no longer daring to make excuses.

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“Now, who can explain to me what exactly happened here?”

After disciplining her subordinate, the proprietress kept a cold face, her gaze sweeping over the cowering Constantine crew members, pausing briefly on the blood-covered, lifeless Bazel, and finally landing on Roy’s gently smiling face.

A sense of familiarity suddenly surged in her heart, but was quickly suppressed by the proprietress.

Cecilia softened her tone and asked the people in the hall: “Is there any gentleman who can tell me the whole story? If there’s no error, your expenses at the Banshee’s Eye today will be on my account.”

At this, the people who had been planning to just watch the show became excited. Just by recounting what had happened earlier, they could not only avoid paying for this meal but also slightly curry favor with this wealthy proprietress—where else could such a good opportunity be found?

Soon, a regular customer of the Banshee’s Eye squeezed through the numerous guards, came to the proprietress’s side, and whispered to her about the previous scenes.

During this process, Cecilia’s amber eyes occasionally glanced toward Roy and her companion. Her eyes, normally as calm as the sea surface, rippled slightly, showing unusual colors.

That captain had almost single-handedly taken down so many fierce pirates, and finally took Bazel’s life while surrounded by enemies—undeniably, this was incredible.

In Cecilia’s impression, only two people could achieve such a feat: one was the Night Curtain captain of the Western Seas, and the other was the original master of Yadris.

But he had already…

“Thank you for your information, Mr. Justin. I wish you an enjoyable meal.”

The proprietress expressed her gratitude to the helpful customer, then, suppressing the sourness in her heart, coldly ordered: “Take them all out and put them on the blacklist. From now on, no crew member of Captain Solomon or… this lady is allowed to set foot in the Banshee’s Eye again.”

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“Yes.”

The guards responded solemnly and began to drive out the Constantine’s crew members. Even those sailors who hadn’t caused trouble weren’t spared, despite their mournful pleas for leniency.

Being banned from the Banshee’s Eye was an extremely serious loss for pirates residing in Yadris. This wasn’t just missing out on a tavern for entertainment—it meant losing an important channel for selling goods and a primary source of hidden information.

The Constantine’s crew members eventually submitted, leaving dejectedly with their unconscious brothers and over a dozen corpses.

But clearly, someone was unwilling to accept this outcome.

“Hey, hey, wait, Miss Joyce. I have something to say to you.”

Looking at Roy waving continuously, gazing at that exquisite face that had once caused her to experience an illusion, Cecilia, who normally showed no mercy, frowned slightly and said to the guard beside her: “Bring them over. I want to hear what this captain has to say.”

“But Miss Joyce, if we do that…”

This didn’t conform to the established rules. If outsiders learned that the proprietress showed favoritism in such matters, it would significantly damage the Banshee’s Eye’s reputation. Therefore, the guard was quite troubled.

“It’s fine.”

Cecilia shook her head slightly, explaining expressionlessly: “We can drive her out after she’s finished speaking.”