aircannonsinc Chapter 140 Someone Gradually Going Mad
Chapter 140 Someone Gradually Going Mad
"Now you owe me three lives~"
"Think about how to pay it back."
After saying this half-jokingly, Lorne turned and walked deeper into the cabin. His back cast a long shadow in the dim light, and his footsteps echoed on the wooden deck.
How could it be... how could it be... Perhaps because she had just woken up and her mind was still a bit foggy, or perhaps because she was overwhelmed by the joy of surviving the ordeal... Tracy actually started to think about Lorne's joke.
"Save him three times?" she thought to herself. "No way, I might end up owing even more..." The memory of that cataclysmic disaster sent a chill down her spine. "I hope nothing like that ever happens again..."
"Mother..." For some reason, she suddenly thought of her mother. She felt both resentful that her mother hadn't come to find her yet and inexplicably relieved.
If her mother had arrived in time, things might not have turned out this way.
At the same time, she unconsciously recalled her mother's teachings... some of which she had once dismissed.
As her thoughts drifted further and further away, the tips of her ears gradually flushed red, and a bead of sweat slid down her smooth forehead, past her reddened cheeks, and finally into the depths of her collar.
"At worst, I'll have three children for you..."
She spoke in a voice only she could hear, a sentence that even she herself found frightening.
"Come and have something to eat." Just as Tracy was lost in thought, Lorne walked over with a steaming bowl.
The bowl contained hard bread cooked in fresh water until soft, mixed with canned meat and seaweed. Although simple, it was a nutritious meal that looked and smelled delicious at sea.
"Thank you." Tracy reached out and took it.
"Be careful, it's hot," Lorne instinctively warned.
"Hmm...it tastes good," Tracy nodded, though her mind wasn't really on the food.
She hadn't experienced this warm feeling of being cared for in a long time.
"Is it alright?" Tracy looked up at the orange cat lying motionless in Lorne's arms.
"He's still unconscious, but he should be alright."
"This is the pirate ship we robbed before... What happened after that?"
"Later..." Lorne paused for a moment, "I don't know much either. Not long after you fell unconscious, I also passed out."
"However, judging from the last scene I saw, it must have been a high-sequence extraordinary being who made the move."
"A high-sequence extraordinary being?" Tracy asked, somewhat surprised.
"Um."
There was no way to hide this, so Lorne gave a brief overview of what happened, naturally omitting the part about his own roar to the sky.
"Could they be from the Church of Storms?" Tracy wondered after hearing Lorne's description.
After all, being at sea and having a high sequence makes it easy to associate with the Church of Storms.
"It's hard to say, that island was destroyed too..." Lorne sighed. "What a pity, there were still many places on that island worth exploring."
"Really... The island actually..." Tracy felt a sense of pleasure for some reason.
They asked you to take a picture for Lieutenant General Iceberg.
……
About ten minutes later, Tracy finished the food in her bowl. As her strength returned, her depleted spirituality began to refill.
"By the way, where are we now?" Tracy asked.
"I don't know," Lorne said helplessly, spreading his hands. "I divined a direction and then set sail. I have absolutely no idea where I am."
"No, we shouldn't have gone the wrong way this time." Tracy walked to the porthole, carefully observed the sea, and confirmed, "It's definitely heading towards Bayam."
Upon hearing this news, Lorne visibly relaxed: "That's good. However, the ship's mast and sails are damaged, so it'll probably drift for a while."
"By the way, my spirituality has been a bit off since just now. Is there something on the ship?" Tracy looked at Lorne beside her.
"Yes, we still gained something from this trip."
"We've struck it rich."
Under Tracy's questioning gaze, Lorne gestured for her to follow him. The two walked through a narrow corridor and arrived at a warehouse at the stern of the ship.
"Open it and take a look," Lorne gestured.
Tracy reached out to push the door open with a puzzled look, while Lorne subtly took a half-step back, his right hand quietly resting on the hilt of his gun. Despite having been through so much together, vigilance was still necessary.
"This is!"
The moment the door opened, a surge of spirituality rushed out like a tide.
Tracy covered her mouth in shock, her eyes filled with the corpses of all sorts of extraordinary creatures, which gleamed eerily in the dim light.
This is practically a gold mine!
"What... what are these?" Even Tracy, who always considered herself knowledgeable, was speechless.
"The island was destroyed, and the extraordinary creatures on it naturally suffered as well," Lorne said casually. "I just took them. I used the available materials to perform a simple ritual to temporarily seal these properties and materials, but it won't last long."
After hauling the corpses of these extraordinary creatures onto the ship, Lorne did some simple processing. He put all the ones that could fit into his personal storage space into it, but there were still quite a few left over. Considering safety, Lorne piled them up at the very back of the ship.
"Gulp," Tracy swallowed unconsciously.
"Why did you show me these things...?" she asked, sounding puzzled.
"Let's split it together," Lorne said casually, but his eyes were constantly watching Tracy's reaction.
"Broken up?" Tracy wondered if she had misheard.
"What do you mean? Is there a share for me too?"
"Yes." Lorne nodded. "We discovered that island together, didn't we?"
Are you kidding me?
Do you know how much these are worth?
"At least tens of thousands of pounds..."
Tracy's tone was somewhat agitated. She had been a pirate for several years, and she probably hadn't earned as much money as this warehouse contained.
Moreover, these are extraordinary materials that are hard to come by, and she might be able to use them to reach demigod status.
If she could become a demigod without relying on sectarian channels, perhaps she could... gain the freedom she had always wanted.
The temptation was too great for her.
"As an adventurer, I know their value very well," Lorne said calmly. "But we're companions, aren't we? Half of what's here is yours."
He pointed to the warehouse in front of him.
"You...you're sincere."
Tracy felt her heart pounding, and looked at Lorne with eager anticipation.
To be honest, as a pirate, for a fleeting moment, she was overcome by greed...
"Of course."
"If I really wanted to keep it all for myself, there would be no need for me to save you," Lorne replied frankly, without any hesitation in his expression.
In fact, Lorne's generosity was also due to his own considerations. Even if he didn't tell Tracy, as an extraordinary being, she would eventually notice that so many materials were piled up on the ship.
Rather than hiding things from someone and causing resentment and unnecessary conflict, it's better to be generous.
Of course, being cold-blooded and getting rid of Tracy would actually be the optimal solution.
Firstly, Lorne himself was still at sea and needed the other party's nautical knowledge; secondly, after experiencing so much along the way, he knew he couldn't bring himself to do something so cold-blooded and ruthless.
"Meow..."
Laki's shout broke the silence.
"My cat is awake, I'll go check on it."
Tracy glanced at the warehouse in front of her, then at Lorne's back.
Is this fate that brought me to you...? She unconsciously squeezed her legs together, a flush rising to her face.
All that had happened recently reminded her of a novel by Emperor Roselle that she had once read.
Although the characters are slightly different, but... but... ah...
If Lorne knew her true thoughts, she might have quipped that Rosell had done a lot of harm, then offered her some comforting advice, saying that she didn't have any other thoughts at the moment.
Unfortunately, Lorne knows nothing at this moment.
"If this is the fate of all witches, then I will..." Tracy was already lost in her own imagination.
A crazy yet "win-win" idea popped into her head, making it almost impossible for her to control herself.
Tie him up, tie him up… Tracy thought to herself.
As long as I make you mine...
Just...just...