Deep sea mermaid head-to-head strategy

Two months later, Nata and Patrick held a wedding at sea, inviting only the crew of the Pearl.

After the wedding, the bride and groom hired a yacht to travel to neighboring countries for their honeymoon, leaving all affairs on board to Klein.

Klein is happy to do something to distract his attention, so he fills it up every day. In addition to taking care of the two yards, he also has to patrol the Pearl, formulate sailing plans, and lobby among princes and nobles for the Pearl's Eastern voyage plan. Get more financial support.

The shipping business of the Kingdom of Havre has reached its limit, and it urgently needs to expand outwards. The Pearl has accumulated enough experience in voyages, and it is the best time to explore eastward.

In the past two months, Klein has frequently met with the kings and nobles of the Kingdom of Havre. Not only has he received a lot of sponsorship, but also many botanists, biologists and writers have come here to join the voyage.

The external conditions are basically satisfied, and the rest is to reserve materials before the voyage, repair and strengthen the hull, recruit crew, and plan the sailing route.

After the Pearl docked at the port, the reinforcement and repair of the hull have been going on, and most of it has been completed.

Material reserves are not a problem, as long as there are enough funds, you can buy them as you need them.

There are countless sailors who want to participate in the voyage, and Nata has been in charge of the selection. The news has been released, and many people have already signed up, just waiting for Nata and Patrick to return from their honeymoon.

The most important thing is to plan the route.

For this reason, Klein locked himself in his study for almost a whole month, collected geographical information on the countries east of Bugartina based on the books brought back from the Bugartina library and folk rumors, and tried to choose the one with the highest efficiency. , The route with the least risk.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner. If there is no accident, the Pearl will be able to raise its sails and head towards the fog-shrouded east when next spring comes.

The winter in Havre is not cold, and there is almost no snow. When the temperature is the lowest, ladies and gentlemen only need to put on a coat over beautiful long skirts and neat uniforms.

It was in a cloudy weather that Klein received Heyman's invitation.

Most sailors who have sailed at sea for a long time hate dark weather. The gloomy sky always gives people a sense of oppression, as if something strange is quietly brewing, waiting to erupt.

Before going out, Klein opened the window and looked out. Wearing a daily nautical-style clothing and a long black coat, he walked through the street lights and hustle and bustle to the captain's house at the port.

It was the same box as when we met last time.

After Heyman finished his day of patrolling, he waited in the box early.

This time, he didn't deliberately create an ambiguous atmosphere. The layout of the room was simple and bright, as if he was reuniting with an old friend. He was familiar enough that he no longer needed additional decorations to enhance the atmosphere.

Klein took off his coat and handed it to the waiter at the door. When he strode in, Hyman stood up to greet him with sharp eyes. He didn't sit down until Klein pulled out the chair and sat down.

Afterwards, the waiter came in with a dining car, poured a glass of brandy for each of them, and served plates of sea-style delicacies on the table.

This meal fully catered to Klein's preferences. During the conversation, Hyman did not start the topic of the relationship between the two, but started with news that Klein might be interested in—

After two months of back-and-forth, Hook was sentenced to life imprisonment and has been transferred to a cell in Prison City.The prison city is full of copper walls and iron walls. After hundreds of years of construction, no prisoner can successfully escape from prison. Hook will spend the rest of his life in labor.

And the mermaid who was in the same boat as Hook, because he was worried that he would be discovered by the sensitive mermaid when he entered the sea, could only escape by land. Handled internally by the merfolk.

When Heyman spoke, Klein looked indifferent and calm, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

He was not surprised by this result, in fact, he didn't want to hear related news at all——

Because once Hooker is mentioned, he will inevitably think of Sweet.

Since Sweet was brought back to the deep sea by Patton last time, there has been no news so far.

Klein left a message through the conch left by Sweet, and all the messages disappeared.

He went to the newly built mermaid embassy in the town to inquire, but the mermaids in the embassy kept secret about it.

After asking around, I only know that the poison of thorn algae is also very troublesome for mermaids. Countless mermaids have died of it over the years, and the survivors of hundreds of years can be counted on one hand. A new heir has already been groomed.

All kinds of rumors are hinting at a conclusion that Klein is unwilling to accept.

It's not that he refuses to accept the reality, it's because he has seen Sweet's appearance as a mermaid. The golden fish tail is strong and powerful, and the human part is even more perfect. The humble algae dies.

So, from then on, he began to ignore all bad news, including the long time without any reply.

Heyman's observations were meticulous, and he saw that Klein didn't want to continue talking about Hooker, so he changed the topic and talked about the Pearl's Eastern Airlines plan.

The oriental secret land, which has not been set foot by any race so far, is about to welcome the first batch of sea explorers.

People who usually pay attention to navigation news or not are all excited about the possible existence of new continents or new races.

When Klein talked about the estimated voyage of five to seven years, Hyman's eyes flickered, and he finally got to the point, jokingly said: "I think you may have misunderstood me before, I look a little frivolous, In fact, he is a very dedicated person. I have always wanted to try the feeling of waiting for my lover to return, would you like to give me a chance to experience it?"

His tone seemed to be talking here, just mentioning it casually.

Klein also replied in the same tone: "One person is enough to wait for me. If there are too many, there will be no blessing."

The lifted boots finally landed, and Heyman felt a sense of relief.

To be honest, Klein's answer was within his expectations, but he was somewhat regretful - he was really prepared for "as long as Klein nods, he will give up a forest for Klein".

But...he didn't have much hope at first, and he came today just to get an understanding.

Fortunately, at least he still has a forest.

Hyman rested his elbows on the table, clasped his fingers under his chin, "Can I ask who is that lucky guy?"

Klein twirled the glass of brandy, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I thought you already knew."

Hyman smiled: "Well, I know now."

Who it is, the two tacitly agreed.

Klein smiled back, but there was a hint of self-satisfaction in the smile.

When two men get together, the only thing left to do is drink without talking about love.

Recently, Klein thought of Sweet more and more frequently. After being stimulated by alcohol, the panic he had suppressed all along resurfaced. He had to use more alcohol to numb himself. After drinking more than a dozen glasses of brandy, his eyes began to slacken.

Hyman's hand shook in front of him twice, seeing that he didn't respond, he leaned closer, wanting to touch the bridge of his nose, but he turned his head back to avoid it just before touching it.

Klein looked past Heyman, through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind Heyman, and landed on the vast sea.

Probably affected by the bad weather, he had some unreasonable resentment out of thin air——

"Why...why did he stop me from killing Hook?"

Heyman tilted his head: "Sweeter?"

"I don't understand, what does it have to do with me being monitored and missing the voyage?"

This didn't seem like something Klein would say. Heyman looked at him and asked, "...Are you drunk?"

"He can do everything with ease. I don't believe that something will happen to him." Klein frowned and thought, but was unsuccessful. He said in confusion, "Since there's nothing wrong, it's been two months, why hasn't he shown up yet? It was for him before punishing me." ignore it?"

"..." It seemed that he was really drunk.

Heyman had a headache: "I don't know if he is punishing you, but you are definitely punishing me now. You just rejected me, and then bought someone else's drunk in front of my face, it seems that I am a failure."

Klein didn't know whether he had listened to Heyman's words, and looked at the sea and thought: So Mr. Parton left the conch to him, and let him hear those messages, just to make him feel more regretful and guilty?

……

Intellectually, he knew it wasn't like that.

After venting a bit, the boredom in his heart eased a little. The ships approaching from the sea swayed into phantoms in his vision. Knowing that he was drunk, Klein put down his glass and got up and said, "I'm going back."

His face and tone of speech were as usual, Hyman didn't know how drunk he was.

To be on the safe side, he also stood up and said, "I'll take you back."

The few angry questions at the dinner table used up Klein's share of talking all day. From leaving the box to getting into the patrol car, he looked out the window without saying a word.

Heyman knew that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't bother him aloud. He didn't ask until the car turned into a fork and saw the lights on at Klein's house, "Is someone waiting for you at home?"

Klein looked at the coastline shrouded in night along the road, and shook his head absently.

"But," said Heyman, "the lights are on in your house."

What's wrong with the lights on?

Klein slowly recalled whether he had turned off the lights before he left, but couldn't remember. He turned around impatiently and looked forward. Sure enough, there was a large area of ​​warm colors in the big house surrounded by fences not far away. light.

In the past two months, Klein has seen the same scene countless times.

But for some reason, the house with the lights on today seems to be different from before.

The heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.

An inexplicable and strong premonition surged up.

He was startled for a moment, and sat up straight. Before the impulse rushed to his head, he thought about it. Recently, the crew members were worried about his condition and often came to him to stay overnight. They knew where the keys were, and it was possible...

No.

A strong premonition convinced Klein that the person in his house at the moment was Sweet.

While hesitating, the power car had already stopped in front of the door.

Klein didn't move for a moment, and Heyman asked, "Do you need me to accompany you in?"

"No." Klein refused without thinking, paused for a moment, opened the door and got out of the car.

Every time he took a step closer to the house, the inexplicable premonition became stronger, and when he put his hand on the doorknob, he noticed that his heartbeat was not normal, almost to the point of clamoring.

A large amount of blood carrying alcohol overflowed the top of the head, and the tympanic membrane protruded and protruded, causing the frontal horn blood vessels to pulsate.

Heat escaped from the collar, and fine sweat dripped from the tip of the forehead and nose.

Klein panicked—what if, what if it wasn't?

In the past two months, he has been disappointed countless times, the stronger the premonition, the heavier the blow when it fails.Can he afford another massive disappointment?

Heyman was probably worried about him, the power car parked outside the door hadn't left yet.

Klein glanced back, took a deep breath amidst the rumbling heartbeat, pressed his fingers down, and turned the doorknob with a click.

The warm light in the living room rushed out and fell on Klein.

There was a long sofa in sight. A blond man was leaning on the edge of the sofa with his legs folded, with a book on his lap. He raised his head when he heard the door open.

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