Deep sea mermaid head-to-head strategy

Sweet is going back to the Undersea Palace.

For some reason, whenever he thought of the Undersea Palace, a vague shadow would appear in Klein's mind. He couldn't see the specific shape of the shadow, he only knew that it must be a huge monster.

This memory may have come from one of his ancestors, which was passed on to his memory after several generations through the thin blood.

Klein tried to erase the phantom and see clearly the palace behind the phantom, but the vague memory was too vague, and even the palace itself was wiped away.

Forget it.

Maybe his nature would make him chase after the settlement of the high-level sea race, but his subjective consciousness doesn't care.

He simply cleared the shadowy palace out of his mind, nodded to Sweet, and asked naturally, "When are you leaving?"

In Klein's eyes, Sweet belongs to the sea, and returning to the sea is an undoubted matter sooner or later, and there is no difference between a few days sooner or later.

Even, he has been waiting for this day to come.

On the one hand, Sweet’s pursuit made him exhausted, and he hoped to end the cohabitation life as soon as possible; on the other hand, only when An Ran sent Sweet back, did he feel that he had fulfilled his mission—this mission did not come from the ordinary mermaid’s love for pure The blood mermaid's loyalty and worship are purely because of the most basic principle of giving and repaying gratitude in the human world.

Klein's tone was steady and his emotions were calm, but Sweet still saw some sense of relief from his reaction, and because of this, he felt a sense of perversion——

Three days ago, Klein was still staring at him with his head up, while striding into the courtyard from the outside, as if he was the only one left in the world.But at this moment, when he was hesitating because he was about to leave, the person in front of him was calm and didn't care about his going or staying at all.

For him, it was a completely foreign experience.

"You said earlier that you have something to deal with," Klein guessed that it was a shipwreck at sea, but he didn't ask further. He just said, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"..."

After a few seconds, Sweet said, "Yes."

Klein waited for his next words, but saw Sweet walking towards him, picked up his hand, and put the navy blue conch in his hand.

"This is……"

Sweet held his hand and lifted it, and put the conch to his ear, and there was a sound like sea waves coming from the conch.

When Klein was very young, he knew that the sound was just the sound of the wind. He was about to move his hand away when he suddenly heard Sweet's voice from the conch——

"Klein."

Klein was slightly surprised, and looked at Sweet, who didn't speak at all.

Seeing his reaction, Sweet's eyes slightly bent, and another sentence came from the conch: "After I leave, if you want to talk to me, you can talk to the conch, and it will bring your words to me." .”

It was almost like magic.

In fact, with the existence of elves, magic is not new on the road.

Holding the conch, Klein was stunned for a long time.

Sweet let go of him and said with a smile, "Let's go to dinner."

It was only when he returned to the cabin that Klein remembered that Sweet hadn't answered his previous question.

By the time dinner was over, the moon was already high in the sky.

The sea water is secretly surging like black ink, and the soft white moonlight shines on the sea surface, getting brighter as it gets farther away, like a blank scraped by a scraper on a canvas with flowing paint.

Klein woke up in the middle of the night, thinking about the conflict between mermaids and humans, and was having trouble falling asleep. Just as he was about to get up and go to the deck to get some air, he suddenly heard a "click".

The sound was not loud and far away, as if a small stone fell into the water.

Klein leaned against the bed quietly for a while, then suddenly realized something, got out of bed, and quickly boarded the deck.

The surface of the sea was extremely calm, without any waves, as if someone had entered the water.

After blowing the sea breeze for more than ten minutes, he returned to the cabin, hesitated for a moment when he passed Sweet's room, raised his hand and flexed his fingers, and stopped before the knuckles touched the door panel, thought for a while, retracted his hand, and went back to the room.

The next morning, Klein didn't see Sweet appear, so he knocked on the door of Sweet's room after finishing breakfast, but there was no response.

He pushed open the door, and the quilt and pillows on the bed in the room were neatly folded, and the sheets were not wrinkled, obviously no one slept on them last night.

Klein searched around in the power boat, and confirmed that he was the only one left on this boat, and even hundreds of miles around.

As usual, he finished his breakfast, cleared the dining table, and then went to the operating room to correct the course—Switt used the waves to make the ship travel several times faster, and if he arrived at Paloi Port too early, people would notice the problem. So in order to delay time, he needed to take a long detour at sea.

Half an hour later, Klein found that the sea was unusually calm, the same as when Sweet was still on board.

He returned to the cabin, found the navy blue conch on the cabinet in the room, put it to his ear, and after taking two breaths, he heard Sweet's message:

[I marked the boat, no sea people will approach, you can rest assured. 】

This conch is very strange, as long as you open your ears a little, all you can hear is the whining of the wind.

If you want to hear clearly, you must stick to the pinna.

Sweet's voice had a low resonance, which made Klein's ears feel crisp, and the softness spread from the ears to the seam of his shoulder holding the conch.

Klein was speechless for a moment, then knocked on the conch twice, and the second message overflowed——

【You don't have to do anything, I will take care of everything and go back to you. 】

"..."

Klein didn't want this to happen.

The third message: [Don't disturb your sleep, I'm leaving]

The fourth message: […]

Klein almost thought that there were only three messages in the conch, and just as he was about to put it down, a low-pitched voice came from inside: 【I miss you very much. 】

Before the end of the sentence was over, Nan Klein put the conch back on the cabinet with a straight face. It took a while for the strange emotion to fade away.

He looked at the conch for a while, turned around and left the cabin without trying to hear the fifth or sixth message.

Klein didn't like being alone. Since the first time he boarded the big ship seven years ago, he has never been without a companion by his side.But when he is really lonely, he can also be at ease.

He drifted alone on the sea for two days, and entered the territorial waters of the Kingdom of Havre. The expected time was about the same, and he began to add magic balls to the engine. At noon on the sixth day, the power boat passed the port customs.

Nata saw him with binoculars on the Pearl, and sent several small boats to pick him up. Ten minutes later, the power boat followed three small boats and sailed into the harbor where the Pearl was moored.

Klein got off the boat and was immediately surrounded by the crew.

"How's it going?"

"Catch up?"

"Captain, why are you the only one coming back?"

Finally, Nata asked: "Where is that Mayf... Sweet?"

Klein answered one by one, and made up a lie, saying that Sweet parted ways with him in the Principality of O'Leary, and told what he saw on the road for a long time before he was finally released home.

There have been two light rains in the past seven days. The flowers in the flower beds not only did not wither after being nourished by the rain, but also opened buds one after another, except for the two-color flowers.

Although it hasn't bloomed yet, the buds of the two-color flower are fuller than when he left, as if they will bloom in the next second.

When Klein leaned over to observe, he was stung by a navy blue conch in his pocket.

He took out the conch, hesitating whether to listen to other messages, raised his hand halfway, thought of something, his face was slightly condensed, and finally dropped it.

No one lived in the house for only a week, so there was a dusty smell.

Klein looked at the sofa first. Mephides used to sit on the sofa and read a book waiting for him to come back.

What do you think.

Klein sighed, stepped into the room, and put the conch in the drawer of the cabinet by the door.

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The first update is still available today, and the second update is still updated at [-]:[-] p.m. It can be regarded as a supplement to yesterday’s [-]D stamp~

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