46: SOS

The Naga Assassin was like a sea snake, its huge fish tail swaying back and forth in the seawater of the lower deck corridor, silently carrying Roy forward.

Its scales were a bit hard, and although its dorsal fin was completely retracted, it still pricked Roy inadvertently.

Probably because he had been hanging for too long, Roy could barely exert any strength in his arms, and could only let the Naga Assassin carry him forward.

Just when Roy thought the corridor was about to end, the Naga Assassin suddenly tapped Roy gently...

Then, to Roy's horror, he slowly sank into the less than one-meter-deep water in the corridor.

The corridor was pitch black, with thick wooden walls on both sides. Due to prolonged immersion in seawater, these wooden walls had become extremely slippery, with some seaweed and shellfish growing on them.

The depth was only one meter, with a very obvious and clear dividing line on the wooden wall.

The Naga Assassin's descent was not fast, silent, without even the slightest ripple...

By the time Roy realized he needed to take a deep breath, the seawater was almost over his lips, and he quickly inhaled.

Before Roy's hair was completely submerged in the seawater, the sound of wading came from the other side of the corridor.

A Sailor walked from the other end of the corridor.

He was also carrying a tin bucket, which emitted a strong fishy smell.

He was barefoot, and although his pants were rolled up to the roots of his thighs, they were still wet.

A large foot stepped into the seawater, and the splashing water hit Roy's face. The hairy knee almost bumped into Roy's face.

Roy held his breath, lying on the Naga Assassin's back, not daring to move at all...

Just as the Sailor was about to walk past the Naga Assassin, a shout came from the end of the corridor: "Pat, don't feed them tonight. Nerev is worried they'll have the strength to shout and attract the Elves on the pier. We're about to leave port, we'll feed them later..."

"Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier, making me stand in this stinky seawater for so long!"

The Sailor cursed and turned to walk back.

As he turned, Roy dodged nimbly, almost getting a solid knee strike from that thick leg.

After the Sailor walked out with the tin bucket, the Naga Assassin floated up from the water. Roy poked his head out of the water and gasped for breath.

The air in the corridor was extremely turbid, with a pungent, fishy smell that stung the throat, but Roy couldn't care less...

The end of the corridor was the staircase leading to the deck level, and the cabin door was closed. Some chaotic footsteps could even be heard.

The Naga Assassin did not walk towards the stairs, but secretly swam halfway and squeezed into a storage room.

This place had also been soaked in seawater, and all the supplies had been emptied, leaving only some empty shelves. There were also some wooden boxes on top of the shelves.

There was also a heavy musty smell in this room.

After the Naga Assassin swam into this room, he went directly to the corner. He stretched out his arms, and his sharp fingernails inserted into the gaps in the wooden wall. He actually climbed up the wall with the strength of his arms.

Roy hugged the Naga Assassin's neck tightly to avoid slipping off...

The room was very dark.

After all, it was in the hold, and the ceiling was almost within reach.

The Naga Assassin's hands touched a round hole. With a little force, his entire body squeezed into the hole.

The hole was a bit narrow, only allowing one person to pass through. Roy wrapped around the Naga Assassin's tail fin and followed the Naga Assassin into the lower deck.

This was a habitable cabin. There was a bed against the wall in the room. It was not a bunk bed, and its length reached two meters and its width was one meter and three. There was also half a table in the cabin, and some leather armor and a scimitar with a golden throat were hanging on the wall...

Although the room was not big, it was very clean.

Without looking, one could tell that the owner of this room must have some status on this ship.

Roy wanted to take a closer look, but the Naga Assassin next to him reached out and tore open the curtain in front of the desk. Suddenly, Castleton, the night sky, and the Great Sea were reflected in Roy's eyes through the glass window.

The circular glass window was less than fifty centimeters in diameter. Although the Naga Assassin was three meters long, his body was very slender, and he easily climbed out of the window.

Roy also followed closely behind him and squeezed out.

Worried that the sound of the huge splash of water entering the sea would attract the attention of the Sailors on the ship, Roy was still lying on the Naga Assassin's back, letting him climb down the outside of the hull...

Finally, he silently dived into the Great Sea. When the long-lost taste and coolness of the Great Sea enveloped Roy's whole body, Roy's body trembled with excitement.

He forcibly suppressed the emotions he desperately wanted to vent, and was carried by the Naga Assassin, swimming quickly to the shallow water pier...

The Castleton docks at night, about two hundred meters away from the deep-water docks.

Rows of small wooden boats were moored on the wooden plank walkways of the docks. The small wooden boats closest to the edge of the docks were completely grounded, with only the boats here still floating in the seawater.

The Naga Assassin lifted Roy by his buttocks, then turned to dive into the water.

Roy squatted on the wooden planks, wiped the seawater from his face, and whispered, "Wait."

The Naga Assassin didn't understand what Roy was saying, and looked at him suspiciously.

Roy made a 'wait here' gesture to the Naga Assassin, then immediately stood up and ran towards the docks.

These small wooden boats didn't have any tools for scuttling a ship, but the general store on the docks would...

Roy was covered in injuries. The Sailors had stripped off his Novice Priest robes, leaving him naked except for his shorts.

His wrists and ankles were chafed red, and the muscles in his arms were sore and swollen, as if dislocated.

His body was covered with dozens of small wounds from fishhook punctures, and the stinging pain from being soaked in seawater required all of Roy's strength to resist.

He ran along the docks, looking very disheveled. But there were hardly any people around the shallow-water docks at night. The Old Elf guarding the entrance to the docks looked surprised at Roy's disheveled appearance, and the teacup in his hand rolled off the table.

Roy looked like a human, and the Old Elf just stared at Roy, not wanting to cause trouble.

Reaching the docks, Roy didn't shout for help.

It was less than two hundred meters from here to that seagoing ship. Although the night and the ship blocked the view, shouting would probably alert the Sailors that things had been exposed.

It was so late, the general stores on the docks were already closed.

But Roy knew that the general stores here at the port docks specialized in business with seagoing ships, and the store owners almost always slept in the store. He quickly ran to the window behind the general store and desperately knocked on the window of the bedroom.

The store owner's angry voice came from inside the room: "It's so late, the store is closed, what are you knocking for!"

Then there was a series of complaints, and he reluctantly pushed open the window. When he saw a human kid standing outside the window wearing only shorts and covered in injuries, the complaints immediately stopped.

Roy grabbed the window with both hands and said as quickly as possible: "Give me an axe and a chisel, I'm Roy from Brown Street Number Fifty-Seven, I'll pay you back tomorrow, please help me..."

The store owner looked at Roy's appearance, a look of wariness on his face, then as if remembering something, he quickly said:

"I know you, you're that Elf kid who looks like a human, Roy. I'm not senile yet. Good heavens, Moon Goddess above, what happened to you? Did you fall into a trawler's Fishing Net?"

As he spoke, he had already opened the door to the room next door and turned to walk into the general store inside.

"I ran into some trouble, I need an axe and a chisel..."

Roy didn't have time to explain in detail.

"If you're in trouble, go find those Elf Rangers, don't try to be a hero."

The store owner reminded Roy as he handed him the axe and chisel.

"I'll go ask them for help right away, this is a very big trouble, I have a companion trapped inside the ship..."

Roy took the axe and chisel and quickly ran towards the shallow-water docks. Before he even reached the wooden platform of the shallow-water docks, he saw the Naga Assassin sticking to the stone wall of the docks, emerging from the seawater.

He hadn't left, and had been secretly observing Roy from the edge of the docks.

Without saying a word, Roy threw the axe and chisel to him, knowing that he couldn't understand Elvish, he pointed at the Naga Assassin, then pointed at the seagoing ship. Then Roy pointed at himself, then pointed in the direction of the Guard Squad, and made a slashing motion with a shield and sword.

Only then did he stand up and run towards the Guard Squad.

The Guard Squad on the port also had people on duty at night, separated from the general store by only one warehouse.

Two magic lamps were lit at the entrance of the Guard Squad, which were particularly conspicuous at night.

Roy ran over panting, pushed open the door and came to the reception desk.

It was actually the same Elf lady as last time, but this time she wasn't wearing leather armor, but a loose dress that looked like a nightgown, and there was a soft blanket on the seat, as if she was about to rest.

Roy startled her when he pushed open the door and rushed in.

"I'm Roy, I live at Brown Street Number Fifty-Seven, I'm a Novice Priest at the Goddess of Freedom Temple. Tonight, when my companion and I were performing a Purification on that seagoing ship, we were detained by the Sailors. I also discovered that they had captured a ship full of Naga Sea Clan. I risked my life to escape, and I request that you help me rescue my companion."

Roy stood in front of the reception desk and said the organized words in one breath.

"Captain... Captain!"

The Elf lady covered her collar with one hand and ran to the stairwell, shouting upstairs.

Roy took the opportunity to catch his breath, looking at the setup of the Guard Squad. He suddenly realized that the Guard Squad on the port wharf was usually only responsible for the security of the wharf. If they wanted them to deal with an entire ship of pirates, the Guard Squad's manpower...

Seemed a little insufficient.