novelhk Chapter 127 Psychological Problems
Chapter 127 Psychological Problems
"Give me that can." Tracy stretched out her slender finger, the tip pointing directly at the pile of supplies next to Lorne.
Lorne glanced at Tracy but didn't respond.
His supplies were running low; they were just emergency items. One person and one cat might be able to hold out a little longer, but adding another person would make things a bit tight.
Tracy bit her lower lip lightly and deliberately pulled down the collar of her soaked shirt.
"Slap!" Lorne turned around abruptly, his back to her.
"Stingy man..." Tracy narrowed her eyes, her voice tinged with reproach. "Can't I just buy it with my money?"
"Buy..." Lorne pouted. The coat you're wearing is mine. What are you going to use to buy it?
Of course, Lorne didn't say this aloud. He suppressed the urge to complain and pulled a tin can from deep within the pile of supplies: "This was originally meant to be saved for last, but I can sell it to you if you want."
"Wolffish canned food?!" Tracy's expression froze. Having spent many years at sea, she had certainly heard of the fame of wolffish canned food.
"How could you bear to feed a lady this kind of thing?" Tracy's eyes welled up with tears as she spoke, her gaze becoming hazy and alluring.
"Gulp." Lorne's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, but he still didn't move.
"snort!"
Seeing Lorne's performance, Tracy was somewhat annoyed. For the first time since becoming a witch, she began to doubt her own charm.
"What a coward~ Hmph~"
Despite thinking this way, Tracy also felt a little fortunate. As the most unconventional member of the witch cult, she did not want to be defiled by a man.
Moreover, she could tell that Lorne was an extraordinary individual with considerable strength. Now that she was unarmed and severely injured, if Lorne wanted to use force, she really wouldn't be able to escape unscathed.
"Meow~" While the two were arguing, Rachel suddenly grabbed an open can of meat and darted to Tracy's feet.
"For me?" Tracy looked at the cat in front of her with some surprise.
Meow~
Rachel pushed the can forward and licked Tracy's fingers with her pink tongue.
Seeing this, Lorne sighed and gently rubbed his forehead.
"Feed...give me back the can."
"It was given to me by the kitten." Tracy squinted, holding the can of food protectively in front of her.
"But it's my cat," Lorne retorted.
"It can be mine too." Tracy said, picking up Rachel and snuggling her against her chest.
"It's so warm."
The orange cat's tail seemed to have received some kind of response and began to shake violently.
Lorne, watching this "loving" scene, frowned slightly, but he didn't get angry...
"Ha, ha, it tickles, don't lick my face." Tracy rubbed Rachel's head and scolded her with a laugh.
I remember cats wagging their tails, which doesn't always mean they're friendly...
……
Bayam.
"A glass of Blackland".
Alger took the drink from the bartender, and the amber liquid swirled gently in the glass.
He had just returned from the sea and hadn't yet gone to church to report to his superiors.
But there was still some time before the reporting point, so he planned to go to the bar first to gather some information and see if anything noteworthy had happened while he was away.
Bars are always a good place to get information.
"Hey, did you guys hear?"
"Another passenger ship has gone missing."
"I heard they were kidnapped by pirates."
"Not a single person was left alive, and even the boat was stolen."
Pirates have been quite rampant lately, but for them to go on such a large scale, it must have been the work of some pirate general... Alger took a sip of his drink.
His official identity was that of a pirate leader, and he was quite familiar with the ins and outs of the pirate world.
Since news of the new warships arrived from the Rune Navy, the pirate community has been thrown into turmoil.
Many chose to retire from piracy altogether, while others seized this last opportunity to commit crimes before the new warships were fully operational, hoping to make one last fortune before piracy completely disappeared from history.
A series of factors led to an increase in the frequency of pirate attacks, which indirectly caused his workload to surge.
"You're all wrong, they're not pirates at all." A burly man dressed as a sailor slammed his fist on the table and stood up.
"That's fake news; the ship was capsized by a storm."
The word "storm" caught Alger's attention.
"Come on!" his drinking buddy at the table scoffed. "The report clearly states it's a pirate hijacking!"
"It's true! I was fishing in the nearby waters the day that ship sank."
"There really is a big storm," he said in a low voice.
"And... and two towering waterspouts crashed together on the sea surface."
As he spoke, he took a big gulp of wine, as if still shaken.
"If I hadn't been far enough away, I probably would have been caught in it too."
The storm, the waterspout, could it be related to the church...? Alger's wine glass stopped in mid-air as he walked towards the group of people, holding the glass in his hand.
"Gentlemen, would you mind if I came along?"
……
Inside the Wave Church.
Alger had barely left the bar when he was summoned by the local diocese bishop, Khogori.
"Recently, news has been circulating at sea that 'Iceberg Admiral' has obtained the Key to Death, and many forces are eager to make a move." After a two-second pause, Jogori continued, "verify this matter."
Keys, treasures—similar rumors circulate every year, but they're almost always false… Sailors love spreading these get-rich-quick stories… Besides, even if they were true, it wouldn't concern me much, so there's no need to take the risk… Just fool them, Alger muttered to himself.
"There's one more thing," Djogori suddenly emphasized.
"A passenger ship recently suffered an accident."
"We need to organize a team to investigate, and you should be prepared as well."
"There are some things we can't do openly."
The passenger ship... Could it be the one they were discussing in the bar?
Alger hesitated, "This kind of accident shouldn't be under our jurisdiction, right? Is there anything special about that passenger ship?"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!" Upon hearing Alger's words, Djogori rebuked him somewhat displeased.
Sensing the imposing aura emanating from the bishop, Alger quickly apologized in a low voice.
"I apologize, Your Excellency, it was my overstepping of my bounds."
"I'll tell you the specifics later, so get ready in advance."
……
"Damn it..." Feeling the pain in her body, Tracy frowned almost imperceptibly.
The wounds on her body showed no signs of healing, which made her wonder what kind of lightning had struck her that day.
Could it be a demigod from the Storm Path...?
She glanced at the canned food beside her and sighed. She had never been so disheveled before.
What should I do now...? Tracy felt lost about her situation.
Given her current condition, if she were to encounter other pirates, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Moreover, there are a few ambitious men among his subordinates. When he was in good health, he could keep them in check, but now...
To be honest, she doesn't even want to see anyone else in the Witch's Church right now. Knowing the ways of those in the same profession, they might just use her, who has no way to resist, as a gift to curry favor with some important person.
Witches are quite famous when it comes to gifts.
As a "strong woman," she felt a rare sense of powerlessness.
"Mother..." she sighed silently.
Now all her hopes are pinned on her mother, even though their relationship is not harmonious.
But as her descendant, with such a huge thing happening to me, she should come looking for me, right...?
On the other side of the life raft, Lorne stroked his chin as he watched Tracy, who was about to fall silent and link arms with him.
After spending time with her, he felt that this young lady... seemed to have some psychological issues.