The outer beauty is ever-changing, but interesting souls are one in a million, and Violet has both.
Being in love with her feels like the first love every day.
It’s comparable to the ability of "Within the Book Lies Venus," one of the four abilities of the [Key of Omniscience]. Moreover, the most crucial part is that Byron can indulge freely.
After an enchanting dance, Violet noticed Byron’s increasingly heated gaze. The corners of her cherry-colored lips curved into a mischievous smile, and she suddenly transford into... her best friend Catherine’s appearance.
Still wearing a thin maid outfit, with two round, long legs, left in white stockings, right in black.
Just as Byron felt his nostrils heat up and cursed under his breath: "The little witch is going to be the death of ," she leaped from the sail yard like a floating feather, landing softly in his arms.
Byron hurriedly spread his arms to steadily catch the "sister."
The "Catherine" who could captivate everyone hugged his neck, her breath fragrant as orchids against his ear, her husky voice as teasing as a cat’s claw on the heart:
"Master, until [The Golden Deer] reaches Iron Anchor Bay, sister is your maid, you can make any command, hehe..."
Byron exclaid he couldn’t handle it.
Usually, Catherine would never play this kind of role-playing ga, but Violet always did whatever she wanted, especially letting herself loose after their engagent.
As the elder sister, she was also determined to get pregnant before her sister Catherine, who was two years younger.
Byron was no [Incompetent]; as a normal male with a body even more robust than a Demon Monster, how could he resist such temptation?
Violet was a whimsically eccentric witch, and he, as the Prince of Night Demons, was not to be outdone, giving a light peck on the girl’s lips:
"Very good, very spirited!
You’ve always practiced rope skills, so today let’s practice... artillery skills."
With that, he placed Violet onto a 42-pound Carronade crouched like a monster on the deck by his side.
"Huh? Huh? Huh?..."
Under the widening gaze of the girl, artilleryman Byron ca online.
"Uncover the tarp," "clean the gun chamber," "load the ammunition," "use a long ramrod to tamp it down"... "ignite and fire."
Violet also seed to have opened to a new world, her bright eyes growing bigger and bigger.
Industrious artilleryman Mr. Byron, rcilessly used the witch lady lying on the cannon as a gun mount to practice artillery skills.
The considerate witch lady was also very cooperative, transforming into a different "Cannon Maiden" form with each shot.
The "Star Moon Empire Cannon Maiden" with high nose and deep eyes, the "Golden Empire Cannon Maiden" with smooth skin like satin, the fair and beautiful "Silver Empire Cannon Maiden"...
On [The Golden Deer], cannon fire roared thunderously.
For a mont, even the vast ocean fell... cough, even the vast sea fell silent.
Undoubtedly, the future sight of that "Iron Masked Man" was indeed formidable.
Since the two of them confird their relationship, Miss Violet indeed hasn’t had an "uneventful" day since.
But was this kind of life unfortunate or not?
Looking at the girl’s eyes, alluring to the point of dripping, clearly enjoying herself, at ease like a fish in water.
After all, "cloud-rain" is also rain.
Moreover, as [War Witch], it seed that Violet particularly suited "cannon combat," and in this state, her mind realm progressed rapidly, just one step away from the [Divine Sight] realm.
She should soon reach the "Saint Descent" and awaken her "Self God."
Because Violet’s obsession remained unchanged:
"Tactics when poor, carpet bombing when rich; caliber is justice, range is truth; volley is romance, explosion is art.
Pursue truth! Uphold justice! Create art! Love peace!"
Since obtaining the matter-energy equation, this has beco the perfect summary of her extraordinary path.
The sweet and intense cannon battle continued until [The Golden Deer] automatically approached the Iron Anchor Bay area, finally coming to an end.
Byron personally helped the girl clean her body and change her clothes, slipping her high heels onto her small, crystalline feet, still bearing a few faint red kiss marks on the instep.
The young engaged couple exchanged a sweet smile, hand in hand, as they leaped to the bow.
Having been replenished with energy by Byron, this walking human tonic, all the way, Violet not only didn’t show fatigue but was even more spirited, her silver hair radiating divine light.
Without mobilizing to have the personnel remaining at Iron Anchor Bay welco them, she directly raised her hand to activate the inheritance Seal Ring on her hand.
Whoosh—!
The Spiritual Wind swept through, and [The Golden Deer] instantly vanished from the sea surface.
Reappearing in another sea.
In their ears, the wind howled, mixed with a chilly coldness and a sense of decay accumulated over the years, clearly a lifeless Deadman’s World.
Beside [The Golden Deer] was a barren island with not a speck of greenery, surrounded by large swathes of murky seawater.
As far as the eye could see, the only man-made objects were the black ship-shaped coffins scattered across the deserted island.
Looking up at the sky, a massive iron anchor chain seemingly thicker than a mountain rose from the dim and gloomy sea, extending into the deep clouded sky.
Evidently, this was the legendary location of the Bayfolk’s Great Secret Treasure.
Anchored firmly by a giant iron anchor, the resting place of all the traditional faction North Bayfolk—Valhalla of Heroes!
Due to those traditional faction Bayfolk of Iron Anchor Bay, who always firmly believed in [Woden, the prophecy, royalty, and Mad Hunt Deity].
After death, they would not return to the [Creator]’s heaven, the Edge of the World, or the chaotic Sea of Origin Matter, but instead co to this ancient region, enduring from the Mythological Era until now, existing between material reality and the spiritual world.
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