This is trouble... As soon as Tracy was dealt with, her men came with Helene. If they find out what's going on here and call Beyonder from all the ships to contain it, I can only kill Tracy immediately and run away with Helene, and they may not be able to run away...
Angel's eyes quickly swept over the little Entrance Hall in front of the captain's cabin and the bloodstained and water-stained carpet, and finally rested on the face of the sleeping Tracy on the ground.
An undetectable light flashed on her fingers, and her face quickly changed to look like Tracy. Her hair changed from Helene's long red straight hair to black curly hair, and her body shape also changed. Then, she cleared her throat and said "Vice Admiral of Ailment" Tracy's majestic voice, but with a hint of instinctive charm.
"Let her stand outside and let the sea breeze cool down."
"Yes, Captain."
The young female voice responded.
In this way, I gained a few minutes... Should I jump into the sea with Tracy and run away, or should I take advantage of the fact that the invasion has not yet been exposed and deal with a few more Beyonders, such as that Third Mate Mesor King?
Angel's brain was running rapidly, and he finally made a decision and chose a tricky plan.
She wants to pretend to be "Vice Admiral of Ailment" and take Helene away in a big way!
Continuing to drag the sleeping Tracy, he carefully hid her behind the large table. After confirming that the other party would not wake up in a short time, Angel quietly slipped into the lounge at the back, took off her dress that was soaked by the salty water due to Five Sea Miles swimming in the sea, opened the wardrobe that occupied an entire wall, and was immediately dazzled by the dazzling array of clothing.
Long skirts, short skirts, tights, unisex and masculine jackets and windbreakers, the wardrobe of "Vice Admiral of Ailment" Tracy is simply an exhibition cabinet for various styles of clothing.
In the corner of the wardrobe, there are some intimate clothes that make Angel blush. They are bold in design and avant-garde in style. They are obviously not for Tracy to wear. Even the strange-shaped objects placed in the corner may be...
Putting away the thoughts that made her heart pound, Angel quickly found a set of shirts and trousers that were similar to what Tracy was wearing just now, and put them on herself. Her shoulder was stabbed during the battle. The bleeding had stopped under the effect of "Rose Necklace". She put on her shirt, leaving the top two buttons unbuttoned to create space between her shoulders and avoid being too close to the body and causing the white shirt to be stained with blood.
That's almost it...
Angel looked in the mirror and quickly returned his still somewhat rosy face to normal. His eyes became sharp, the corners of his mouth lowered, making a serious expression, then he closed the closet and returned to the captain's cabin.
Black flames emerged from the sky, licking the carpet, quickly devouring the blood shed by the two men during the fight, and baking the wet wool. Soon, the room returned to its appearance before the battle, and the smell of blood and gunpowder became almost inaudible amidst the faint fragrance emitted by the candles.
By the way, there's that leather whip...
She reached out and picked up the whip that had been broken into three parts, and stuffed it into the desk drawer. After thinking about it, she took the section connected to the whip handle in her hand, clapped her palms, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Let her come in alone."
He raised his voice and ordered, Angel sat back on Tracy's high-backed chair, put his feet up on the table, and imitated the "Vice Admiral of Ailment" look he had just seen, and posed.
After hearing the captain's order, the blond maid standing outside the door looked so gloomy that she could drip water. She glanced at the red-haired woman next to her and signaled her to go Door Opening with her eyes.
Helene was wearing a golden-red dress, with a ribbon tied around her waist that formed flowers on the back. Her slender waist twisted, and she turned to the maid, her face equally gloomy, with a hint of ridicule.
Her hands behind her back were restrained by a pair of heavy iron handcuffs.
"Do you want me to push the door open with my waist?"
This response made the blonde maid's eyes tighten. Just when Helene thought that the other party would not be able to help but take action, she heard the other party snort coldly, raised her hand to buckle Door Opening, opened the door, and pushed her in.
"Shameless bitch..."
She faintly heard a slight muttering behind her, and then the sound of the door being deliberately closed tightly.
Oh, Tracy will definitely hear it...
Helene showed a smile on his lips, walked around the partition at the door, and walked into the captain's room with swaying candlelight and fragrant fragrance. He saw Tracy, with his legs crossed and cocked, waving a whip in his hand, and his eyes fixed on him. "Vice Admiral of Ailment" Tracy.
This young lady's black curly hair fell loosely on her shoulders and chest. Her blue eyes were somewhat sharp, but exuded an allure that seemed to belong only to Demoness. The two long and straight eyebrows above her eyes made her Gentle Beauty's cheeks added a touch of heroism. Paired with Button's white women's shirt open to the chest and tight trousers that outlined the curves of her legs, Helene suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
Taking a deep breath, she stood upright in the center of the carpet, raised her chin, and looked at Tracy, staying the same to cope with all changes.
Kick, kick.
Tracy put his legs away and stepped on the carpet with his short boots, making a muffled sound as he gradually approached Helene. The short leather whip on his hand, which looked like some kind of bedding, couldn't help but hit the palm of his hand, making a crisp sound.
"Tell me, how should I punish you, punish the 'prey' Miss that escaped my grasp?"
"Why don't you run away this time, and I'll chase you? Let's see how far you can escape without those men?"
Helene responded unceremoniously. She stepped forward with one foot and leaned forward slightly, making an aggressive posture. However, her hands that were bound behind her, her shoulders that were pulled back, and her chest that stretched as a result made her actions even more tempting.
"Oh, they handcuffed you?" As if he noticed the handcuffs behind Helene at this moment, Tracy raised his eyebrows, his eyes brightened, and said in a playful tone, "Very good, this way we can play more tricks..."
At this point, her cheeks turned slightly red and she seemed to be embarrassed.
"Ha, as expected," Helene sneered, his face full of sarcasm, but his eyes showed a trace of sadness, "Is this why you brought me back? Then come on, but don't want me to really give in."
The smile on Tracy's face disappeared, he opened his mouth, and after a while he answered:
"I... no, sorry, Helene, actually..."
Her hand shaking the whip was lowered, with an apology on her face, she took two steps closer and was almost in front of Helene.
"Actually, I..."
The moment she spoke again, Helene quickly twisted her hands and broke free from the heavy iron handcuffs like magic. She clenched her right hand and squeezed out a bright yellow flame, which suddenly exploded between the two of them.
Tracy's eyes narrowed, and he subconsciously took a step back to avoid the explosion range, only to find that this massive flame had no lethality and was completely an "illusion".
But taking this opportunity, Helene's left hand flashed with a golden light, and the same color also appeared in her green eyes, like lightning shooting towards Tracy.
"Mental Piercing!"
The lightning aimed at the spirit gathered in one place, piercing Tracy's eyes like a sharp weapon, but penetrated straight through and disappeared in the air.
The body of Demoness disappeared in the flames, and appeared behind the false fireball across a distance of less than one meter, appearing in front of "Helene", almost face to face, chest to chest.
Swish——
There was a sharp metallic friction sound, and a Bone Spur jagged dagger appeared in her left hand. It stabbed "Helene" in the abdomen as fast as lightning, easily piercing the golden-red dress skirt and flesh, and nailed the thinner and smaller Paper Figurine Helene to the tip of the dagger.
Beside her, the figure of "Helene" reappeared. A dark green flash flashed through her left hand. Her body muscles tensed and she stepped out with a foot as heavy as a stone. She made a fist with her right hand and hit "Tracy" like a giant hammer.
"Bang——"
After "Zombie", "Helene", whose strength was not inferior to that of Mid Sequence warriors and Hunter, had a look of surprise in her eyes. Her strike with both strength and speed was easily blocked by her slender hands, and the opponent could even slowly push her right hand back.
"Faceless, is it fun?"
"Tracy" had a smile on his face, holding "Sword of Dawn" in his left hand, and lightly grabbing the fist of Zombie transformed into "Helene" in his right hand. He stretched his neck forward, his black hair and red hair were almost intertwined, and whispered.
"Aren't you playing too..."
"Helene" muttered, and his whole body relaxed, releasing the "Zombie" state. The swollen muscles returned to normal, and he returned to the heroic, but somewhat charming Red-Haired Lady because his cheeks were rosy after exercise.
Whoa, the dagger turned back into a bracelet, and the serious expression on "Tracy"'s face during the battle also faded away, returning to Gentle Beauty with a slight smile. He looked at the opponent with searching eyes and continued to ask:
"So, Klein, how did you become Helene and be tied to 'Black Death'?"
"It's better to call me Helene here, otherwise I'll always feel a little weird..."
A trace of embarrassment inevitably appeared on Klein's face. Even with his "Faceless" adjustment ability, he couldn't completely hide it. Wearing a lady's dress in front of Angel was too shameful.
However, I am just acting. Although the object of "deception" has changed, the purpose has not changed. It can even better help me examine myself and withdraw unnecessary emotions...
He quickly regained the state of mind he had just adjusted when he changed into this dress in another dressing room. The evasion in his eyes and the incongruity between his expressions quickly disappeared, and he looked calmly at Angel, who was still dressed as "Tracy".
Hmm, it seems like my acting is much better than hers. In the conversation just now, Angel had already shown the emotion of shame and was even ready to take the initiative to reveal his identity. Is it because he has not gone through the "clown" stage and just used the Mystical Item of "Faceless"? As for my provocation just now, after the failure of playing Danitz, I have improved a lot, and I have not been discovered by her again...
After quickly summarizing the performance just now, Klein became a little excited in the comparison. As soon as a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Tracy" reached out and poked his waist. Even through the thick waistband, he couldn't help but shrink his neck and the expression on his face fell.
"Say it quickly."
"Okay, okay..."
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