Joe woke up a few minutes faster than Yula had anticipated.
At this, the lady shrugged her shoulders.
"Happy tis are always short-lived!"
"I'm going to deal with our 'wallet' now."
"Or should I say..."
"Would you like to have a deep conversation with tonight?"
Gently poking Lucius with her finger, the lady left the public washroom with a series of light chuckles only when she saw his expression growing ever so ugly.
Once alone again, Lucius clenched his fist.
Then...
The Avenger knelt helplessly in front of the washroom's sink, his fists pounding forcefully against the basin.
Pain shot up from his palms!
And that made him pound even harder!
The more it hurt!
The better he felt!
After well over a dozen blows, Lucius's fists had beco bloody and blurred, and he was gasping for air, with his whole body spread out over the sink.
He could sense the danger from that woman.
He could also discern her ulterior motives.
He certainly knew that self-harming his body was wrong.
But the inner tornt left him no other choice.
Because—
He truly wanted to avenge his parents.
'Maybe...
if this happens a few more tis, I will compromise?'
Lucius thought to himself as he got up from the ground and began to wash his wounds in the sink, then he tidied up his appearance as much as possible before leaving the washroom.
The young Avenger had already concocted a lie about accidentally falling in the washroom.
Even so, upon leaving the washroom, the young man had deliberately scattered plenty of water on the floor.
In the past, the young man would have never done such a thing.
But now?
For the sake of revenge.
The young Avenger had long broken through his forr boundaries.
Erging from behind the door, Lucius headed back to his cabin—the first-class cabin booked by Joe was a suite with a living room aside from the bedroom, which was where Lucius could stay.
However, just as he left the cabin, the young Avenger saw a hint of orange glow—
A cat!
The Orange Cat of the South Los Spirit dium.
Lucius swore he couldn't be mistaken.
After all, the Orange Cat was not only large in size but also fat.
Seeing the cat squatting by the side of the pronade deck in a daze, Lucius instinctively called out softly.
"Be careful!
Don't move!
I will save you right away!"
Saying this, Lucius began to carefully approach Pendragon, making soft rustling sounds and lowering his body to show he ant no harm.
At this mont, Pendragon was still bewildered.
Who am I?
Where am I?
I am Pendragon.
I am on Arthur's boat.
No, that's wrong!
I was just in Arthur's arms, so why have I appeared on the deck?
Pendragon, with a confused cat face, squatted there dully, looking extrely adorable to anyone who saw him.
Lucius was no exception.
Although the Orange Cat was large and quite fat, it was not at all disgusting.
On the contrary, the chubby Pendragon seed endearingly simple.
"Mimi, don't be afraid!
I'm coming over now!"
Lucius was speaking as he cradled Pendragon, who was about 10 centiters from the edge of the deck, in his arms, feeling the hefty weight. Lucius couldn't help but exclaim,
"What a fat cat you are!
Have you wandered off and gotten lost after sneaking out of Lord Kledos's room?
Co, let take you back to your owner."
As he said these words, Lucius carried Pendragon towards the only cabin on the pronade deck.
The oakwood planks, polished with linseed oil, gave an extrely solid sensation underfoot, even through the soles of his boots, while the white railings and oak handrails provided protection for those ascending this staircase.
Lucius was no exception.
The young man climbing this staircase felt an uncommon sense of tranquility.
Even so, this young man couldn't help but slow his pace unconsciously.
However, no matter how much he slowed his steps, the young man soon reached the true top tier of the 'Oriental'.
A small open space, akin to a terrace, was adorned with green plants and flowers on either side of the door, with dense vines hanging from above. The interplay of green and white added a vibrant liveliness to the area.
On one side of the solid wood door, there was a round, cross-gridded window, with a string of wind chis hanging along the sill.
From Lucius's perspective, he could see through the window the silhouette of soone reading inside the room.
It was the 'Spirit dium' from South Los.
And it was in the mont of catching sight of Arthur's silhouette that the young Avenger's heart stirred suddenly.
An audacious idea began to rise irrepressibly from the depths of his heart.
Perhaps...
While he was contemplating, Pendragon had already escaped the clutches of the young Avenger and jumped onto the deck, slipping into the room from beside the door.
It was only at that mont that the young Avenger noticed a cat flap beside the solid wood door, which had been concealed by the plants until then.
With this discovery, the young Avenger's bold idea beca even clearer.
anwhile—
"Pan?"
The distinctive noise of the opening and closing of the cat flap drew the attention of the 'Spirit dium' from South Los.
The 'Spirit dium' first petted the head of his own cat.
Then, he saw Lucius standing outside the door.
Without any hesitation, the cat-loving Spirit dium from South Los opened the door imdiately and issued a cordial invitation to the young Avenger—
"Your na is Lucius, isn't it?
Thank you for bringing Pendragon back to .
This guy is out at sea for the first ti, so he's a bit overexcited.
I distinctly told him not to run off!
Co in, please.
Have a cup of orange tea, at least, to allow to express my gratitude."
Saying this, Arthur stepped aside to make way, gesturing behind him.
Lucius, with a plan already in mind, did not refuse.
"Thank you for the invitation.
I shall not be a bother then."
As he spoke, Lucius entered the cabin.
The young Avenger imdiately surmised that Arthur was definitely a lover of the finer things in life.
Not only was the area of this cabin several tis larger than a first-class cabin, but it was also divided into a bedroom, study, drawing room, ga room, wine cellar, cigar room, and interestingly, Lucius spotted an inner terrace—inside the 'Oriental' was a small theater, but from here, one could watch the plays from above and keep all the guests within view without entering the theater itself.
Beyond that, there was food and drink.
A silver three-tier pastry stand held tarts, biscuits, and puff cakes, while another silver fruit dish contained oranges, pears, grapes, apples, and peaches.
Being able to place fruits of different seasons together once again showcased the 'Spirit dium's luxurious taste.
Of course, what left Lucius most astonished was a golden peacock figurine on the bookshelf, completely carved out of pure gold and embedded with gems.
The peacock was made of gold, and each feather in its fanned tail was adorned with a gemstone.
Not ostentatious, just perfect.
Treasure!
Lucius appraised it, and then ntally estimated the value of the Golden Peacock figurine, imdiately drawing a sharp breath.
Amid Lucius's amazent, Arthur, however, exclaid—
"Your hand?!"
"It's nothing serious, just a little accident..."
Lucius began, ready with his fabricated lie.
But at that mont, the young Avenger's speech abruptly stopped.
And not only was he at a loss for words, but his eyes also widened in shock.
Reviews
All reviews (0)