“I despise your cold, slimy little companions,” the female demon said, giving him a sidelong glance, a charming smile on her lips, but her voice was cold. “And all ugly things.”
The female demon, who had abruptly appeared on the deck, had black hair and blood-red eyes. She was tall and completely enveloped in a large black robe, with only a hint of crimson lips and a section of snow-white neck visible from under her hood.
She seemed to be carrying something on her back, which propped up the robe behind her, making the golden emblem on the robe exceptionally conspicuous.
The main body of the emblem was a golden I-beam, with two exquisite skull heads in the indented parts on either side of the I-beam. Any demon of some standing would recognize this emblem.
This was the Lich King’s emblem.
Only a direct Legacy holder of the Lich King could use such an emblem.
In the Wizards’ eyes, all demons were the same.
Blood-red eyes, dark hearts.
Just as in the demons’ eyes, all Wizards were the same, their flesh exuding fragrance, their Souls containing essence.
But disagreements were always present.
Within the Wizard Alliance, there were the Wizard Council and the Moonlight Council, as if they were strangers to each other.
In the demon world, the spheres of influence of the various Demon Kings were also clearly demarcated.
The Black Ship belonged to the Sea Monster King’s subordinates.
And the female demon who had just boarded the ship belonged to the Lich King.
Harry, who had been sleeping in the sun on the lounge chair, had already rolled down into the cabin. His Ms. Duoduo had long since disappeared, replaced by a bouquet of vibrant, dewy roses.
“How may I be of service to you, charming lady?” He knelt on one knee before Nikita, a proper smile on his face, his crimson eyes shining like rubies.
If he could just wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth, it would be perfect.
“Put on your robe before you speak to me!” The female demon lifted her head proudly, her tone filled with deep disdain.
For a Lich, a robe was the most basic form of respect.
Neither the pink POLO shirt nor the white and green beach shorts could make the female demon feel Harry’s sincerity.
“This expression is simply too adorable!” Harry squeezed the roses in his hand tightly, slowly tightening his grip, and strands of dark green mixed with purplish-red juice flowed from between his fingers. His crimson eyes revealed a look of longing, like a mad artist seeing a rare treasure: “So adorable I want to eat you!”
Nikita paid no mind to Harry’s crazy ramblings. She took light steps, bypassed the infatuated man kneeling before her, and went straight into the ship’s cabin.
“Oh! Little demoness. Before you teach others respect, how about learning some manners yourself?” The blond youth, who had appeared at the cabin entrance at some unknown time, was holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, looking at her with raised eyelids.
For some reason, a small breeze blew across the sea, making the female demon’s robe flutter loudly and tightly wrapping her graceful figure.
The object she carried on her back also showed a clearer outline.
It seemed to be a child.
The blond youth’s eyes narrowed.
It was too rare for a Lich carrying a child to want to see the captain; such a thing happening to a demon was unheard of. One should know that for demons, the only benefit of a young one was tender meat and a smooth texture.
He licked the corner of his mouth.
The corner of the female demon’s robe moved slightly, revealing the gold-threaded cover of a dark-red spell book.
“I’m in a hurry.” The female demon raised her head, revealing a pair of captivating large eyes, her dark-red pupils glinting with a dangerous light under the bright sun.
The blond youth chewed up the cigarette in his mouth, slowly masticating the golden tobacco strands.
He didn’t reply, only his breathing became longer.
On the main mast, the muscular man in a crucified posture moved his head slightly, as if a bit of Life Qi had returned to him.
“We have all the time in the world, beauty!” Behind her, Harry’s glib voice sounded again: “What’s more, this little one on your back smells even better than you.”
The voice was very close, as if right beside her ear.
The female demon did not turn around.
She heard a long intake of breath swirling behind her neck, continuous and seemingly endless.
A chilling aura spread forward from behind with this inhalation, ready to engulf her at any moment.
The Lich Seniors all said that the Sea Monster King’s subordinates were a group of barbarians who had just shed their beastly nature: bloodthirsty and irrational.
Now, Nikita felt that this summary was incomplete.
She felt that one more point needed to be added: these barbarians were also rude individuals, with no tolerance or patience for ladies.
She knew that if she didn’t reveal something, she would likely find it very difficult to enter the cabin so close at hand.
The little person on her back shrank.
She no longer hesitated.
“She’s from Black Prison,” Nikita said softly, reaching out to stroke the child on her back.
“Cough, cough, cough.” The blond youth seemed to have choked on the tobacco he was chewing. He clutched his chest, bending at the waist, coughing frantically, completely unconcerned that his midsection was exposed to the female demon’s captivating view.
“Thump!” The muscular man hanging on the mast broke free from his ropes and crashed heavily onto the deck. The Black Ship swayed violently a few times, sending ripples across the calm sea.
The chilling aura behind her also vanished without a trace. Nikita could even clearly feel Harry holding his Qi, his face flushed, carefully increasing the distance between them.
A satisfied smile appeared on her lips.
A female demon always knows when to impress everyone.
…
“Come in.” A gentle, but slightly nasal, voice came from inside the cabin.
Pushing aside the blond youth who was bent over and coughing frantically, Nikita lowered herself and squeezed into the dark cabin.
In the sky, the large bird that had been circling for a long time let out a cry, then suddenly flapped its wings and flew away.
“Is it her!” The muscular man touched his bald head and asked in a hoarse voice.
The blond youth was still coughing.
Harry squinted, watching the large bird fly away until it became a black dot and disappeared into the vast blue background.
He knew the muscular man was talking about Nikita.
He also knew what the muscular man meant: he was asking if the large bird that had been monitoring the Black Ship for three days was looking for Nikita.
This large bird was the Wizards’ eyes.
Eyes only shift their gaze when they see what they want to see.
“For something like this, you’ll have to ask the captain,” Harry said, pulling out his Ms. Duoduo, fanning himself, and grinning at the muscular man with a glib reply.
…
Arriving at the cabin along the downward-sloping stairs, Nikita felt a bit disoriented.
Just like the ship’s color, the cabin was pitch black, and the space looked very small and cramped, barely able to hold much.
This was quite different from the spacious and luxurious hall she had imagined.
Whether it was during her years as a Wizard or her days as a fallen demon, in her memory, she had rarely seen such a narrow space. Wizards and demons with even slightly outstanding abilities always had various ways to expand space and create a comfortable environment for themselves.
She blinked, quickly adapting to the dim light in the cabin.
Not far directly opposite the staircase was a thick wooden pillar, which, judging by its position, was probably the Black Ship’s main mast. Some wooden crates were casually piled at the base of the pillar, and a barrel with iron hoops lay rolled in the corner, its lid open and empty inside.
The female demon’s slender eyebrows furrowed.
She felt the child on her back trembling.
She reached out and patted soothingly.
“The ship is a bit old, just bear with it.” A gentle voice came from the lower left, and only then did Nikita realize with surprise that there was a small patch of light at the bottom of the dark ship.
Directly above the light was an iron grate, and the bright sunlight streamed through the gaps in the steel bars into the dark cabin, leaving a colorful patch and making the shadow leaning against the cabin wall on the left even darker.
That gentle voice came from that patch of darkness.
