Angel murmured in his heart, expressing doubts about the combat effectiveness of this "Pyromaniac" who was the same as Danitz and Sequence, but still widened his eyes and moved closer to Magic Mirror, observing the surrounding environment and trying to confirm the current location of Helene.
No matter what, I can't just sit back and watch her being kidnapped again... not to mention that I have to rely on her for my Roselle's Diary!
The scene in Magic Mirror kept changing angles with Angel's thoughts. She quickly confirmed that the boat had just sailed out of a small private port at dusk and was near Bayam.
It is one of the smuggling ports jointly established by the rebels and local pirates. It is not large, but it is concealed enough.
Moreover, in addition to a few rowing Sailors on the boat... there was also a man with deep-set eyes, short eyebrows, and a fierce look in his brown eyes from time to time. He was wearing a leather jacket and wide-legged trousers that pirates liked to wear ashore. From time to time, he was instructing the rowing Sailor to adjust the direction, but his eyes kept glancing at Helene, and his throat was crawling.
Mesor King, was originally a captain under "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Qilingus. After being conquered by Tracy, he became the third officer of the flagship "Black Death", nicknamed "Eloquent Speaker". The recently updated bounty is 5,400 pounds.
Angel quickly retrieved the pirate's information from the wanted poster in his mind and understood the destination of the ship carrying Helene.
They must be preparing to go to "Black Death", which has been hovering near Bayam for the past half month, and to "Vice Admiral of Ailment".
"Tracy is really persistent. Is she true love for Helene? And how did Helene get caught... by chance, was he recognized by someone, or was he located by divination?" Angel frowned and murmured, "But Helene really has no power to fight back against 'Eloquent Speaker'. Based on the strength of 'Steel' Maviti, Black Death's third officer should also have the strength of Sequence 6. Although his bounty is not as good as Danitz, but..."
The picture in Magic Mirror faded and disappeared, returning to a normal mirror surface.
If we rush there now, we may be able to save Helene... But facing a "Affliction" Demoness who is also Sequence 5, and her numerous Beyonder subordinates, I am afraid that I am in some danger...
With a slight sigh, Angel put away Magic Mirror, quickly set up a simple altar, summoned Ms. Wensa, and asked it to bring a message to Mr. Azik.
This will serve as your necessary trump card.
Considering that Klein and Danitz would not be able to return within a short period of time, although Angel also prayed to Mr. Fool and asked him to notify the other party, he did not have much hope.
After doing all this, she packed up her equipment, jumped out from the balcony, jumped lightly to the roof of another building below, and then quickly rushed towards the private port outside the city.
As night fell, Bayam once again showed its prosperity and liveliness as the capital of the Rhoside Islands. However, the dense forest outside the city was completely dark. No one would dare to set foot on the roads that were barely opened in it after losing daylight. Otherwise, not only the elusive rebels but also various beasts would be waiting for them.
Angel used invisible silk threads to cooperate with Feather Fall to move quickly among the trees and soon arrived at the private port not far from the city. Compared with the deserted outside, the port was extremely noisy at this time. From time to time, small speedboats docked at different docks. Workers moved smuggled goods into the port and prepared to ship them to various places.
Compared to the port where Bayam almost stopped working at night, this is the real "night market"... Angel sighed secretly, then disappeared, followed the divination screen, and came to the location where the boat that previously transported Helene left.
Perhaps in order to avoid other people, the location of this dock is quite remote. At this time, there were only two pirates looking at the seaside, perhaps waiting for the small boat to return. Angel approached from behind, kicked each of them into the sea, and then tied their hands and feet with silk threads, lifted them upside down from the water, and brought them in front of him.
"I only need one person to ask questions. You can shout for help and give the opportunity to your companions."
She said softly, immediately suppressing the shouts that were about to come out of the mouths of the two pirates who opened their mouths.
"Where was the red-haired lady taken just now?"
Seeing that the two of them were quite obedient, Angel smiled with satisfaction and continued to ask.
"She, she goes..."
"You don't want your life!"
Just as the pirate on the right was about to answer, he was stopped by the one on the left. Angel's smile froze on his face. With a wave of his hand, the silk thread binding the pirate's feet on the left was slightly loosened, and his upper body sank into the cold sea water. A string of bubbles popped out, and the tied limbs struggled desperately, but to no avail.
"Go on."
"Yes, she was taken away by Mesor King, the third officer of 'Vice Admiral of Ailment'. Her 'Black Death' is waiting by an island offshore, probably, probably outside Five Sea Miles..."
Perhaps he was frightened by what happened to his companions. The pirate spoke very quickly and even indicated the direction with his eyes.
Five Sea Miles, that's quite close. Tracy seems to have taken a lot of risks in order to pick up Helene... Angel thought about it and continued to ask:
"Is there only one ship 'Black Death' there?"
"Of course, if the entire fleet comes close, it will definitely be discovered by the navy."
"How did you discover Red-Haired Lady?"
"I, I don't know, I just helped them prepare the boat, but I heard from Misole that he bought it for 1,500 pounds..."
Angel asked a few more detailed questions and did a simple divination to confirm that the pirate did not dare to lie. Then he fished the other pirate who had fallen into a coma due to lack of oxygen from the sea and threw it aside.
"If you don't want to be strangled to death in your dream, you know what to say."
She threatened casually, looking towards the sea in the distance, which was the direction of the Mesor King boat. At this time, an hour had passed since she carried out Magic Mirror Divination. The other party was probably close to or even boarded the "Black Death".
Stroking "Rose Necklace" on the chest, switching to the soul of "Wind-blessed", the exquisite Illusory Scales appeared on Angel, covering every inch of her skin. The only pirate who was still awake stepped back on his hands and knees, with a frightened expression on his face:
"Yes, yes, you have never been here..."
With a chuckle, Angel jumped from the dock and jumped into the cold sea water. The sea water with great resistance was separated by Illusory Scales, allowing her to gain unparalleled underwater speed.
Five Sea Miles, she can arrive in ten minutes!
Next to a small island not far from Blue Mountain Island, it was completely dark and a ship with a huge skull painted on its flag was docked in the shadow of the cliff.
This is the flagship of the "Vice Admiral of Ailment" fleet, "Black Death".
On the deck with the sea water gently swaying, a man named Sailor was raising the sails and retracting the anchor chain under the command of Sailor Chief, preparing to move the warship that was at the top of the fleet wanted orders of Loen Navy and Church of Storms and leave Bayam.
No matter how strict the news is blocked, once Sun rises tomorrow, they will have no way to hide. They will inevitably be exposed to the sight of Passenger Ship and cargo ships on busy shipping routes, and will then be surrounded by the military and unable to fly.
Of course, for their captain, for "Vice Admiral of Ailment" Tracy, every Sailor on board is willing to die!
While busy, these Sailors often cast their sights on the captain's cabin at the stern of the ship, which is higher than the deck. The dream lover of every crew member on the "Black Death" is now in that luxurious cabin.
It's a pity that another woman is accompanying her today...
At the center of Sailor's sight, in the captain's cabin, Tracy was wearing a carefully selected slim-fitting white linen shirt and tight beige trousers. His short boots made an annoying squeaking sound on the carpet. He was pacing back and forth nervously, looking at the door frequently.
"Bang bang——"
There was a knock on the door.
"Let her come in alone."
Tracy didn't wait for the person outside the door to speak, and said immediately. He returned to the desk in three steps at a time, sat in a high-backed chair, crossed his legs on the table, and tidied his long black hair with some curls. The expression on his face gradually became indifferent, but the expectation in his blue eyes could not be concealed at all.
After arranging the pose, she felt that her hands were a little empty, so she used an invisible thread to pull a black leather whip in the corner into her hand, held it with both hands and pulled it, and nodded with satisfaction.
No matter what, there must be necessary punishment... Tracy stared at the door until the sound of opening and closing the door sounded, and a figure that haunted her soul walked into the room.
Helene's long red hair is curled behind her head. The women's shirt on the upper body and the knee-length skirt on the lower body have been soaked by the sea water and cling tightly to her body, revealing the perfect figure of "Hunter". The wet white shirt revealed the very attractive skin underneath. The healthy legs outlined by the long skirt slowly moved forward, dragging a continuous water trail on the carpet.
The expression on her face was tense, trying her best to pretend to be indifferent, but the blush on her cheeks showed the violent emotional fluctuations in her heart at this time.
"Didn't I ask them to change your clothes?" Seeing the embarrassed Helene, Tracy's elegantly curved eyebrows frowned slightly, "Are you planning to let me change your clothes myself?"
She shook off the whip on her hand, stood up from the high-backed chair, with a smile on her face, walked towards Helene step by step, her eyes wandering over the other person's body wantonly.
"What's the difference? You have to strip me naked anyway."
Helene had an expressionless face, looked straight ahead, and pursed his lips as he answered.
As if surprised by her words, Tracy froze for a moment and then said:
"Are you going to accept your fate? This is not like you normally... what happened in the past half month? No, you, who have you been with?"
Suddenly thinking of the red dress he fished out of the sea that day, Tracy's eyes twitched, he clenched the whip in his hand, swung it suddenly, and whipped it forward with a "pop" sound.
The resilient whip passed by Helene with a whistling sound, and hit the carpet hard.
"You think I don't dare to hit you, even if I don't hide, huh?" Looking at Helene, whose face remained unchanged and motionless, Tracy gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that I have indulged you too much in the past year, allowing you to even dare to run away and mix with others. Today, today I want you to..."
She pulled back the whip and held it in her hand. Her tone was threatening at first, then gradually became lower and hesitant.
There's even some seductive vibrato at the end.
"What do you want me to do?"
Helene's eyes finally moved and fell on Tracy's face, followed by her chest rising and falling sharply due to her shortness of breath, her slender waist, her slender legs, and a sarcastic smile on her lips.
She still dares to provoke me... Tracy exhaled a breath, raised his left hand holding the whip again, and glanced randomly, from Helene's exposed calves, to the waist and hips covered by the long skirt, to the arms that clung to the shirt, and finally landed on the plump, firm, and perfectly shaped chest. The whip was reluctant to fall.
Hey, wait...Helene, is she that big?
Tracy A trace of doubt flashed through his mind, which was overwhelmed by the joy of meeting again after a long absence, the anger of being rebellious, and the burning passion.
The next second, the left wrist of "Helene" fluctuated like water ripples, and a strange-looking bone bracelet appeared on her slender wrist. Then the light flashed, turning into a sharp dagger, and stabbed directly at Tracy's throat.