Chapter 717: Lucas’ Logbook
A gigantic ray fish was casually swimming at the bottom of Devil’s Water. There was a giant bubble on its back, inside which a delicate crystal penthouse was built, illumined by many glowing gems and corals.
Inside the main hall, a handso silver-haired man opened his eyes when he heard steady footsteps approaching. Across the transparent crystal wall, he saw a slim young figure heading to his position.
The second man entered the hall and bowed politely. “Mister Sliv.”
Sliv gazed at the speaker’s forehead, where a blue fish scale was fixed.
“Did you find Lucas, Jebra, hmm?”
“No, sir. It isn’t easy to look for the traces left thousands of years ago by a mortal. I ca today because those fleas I captured just told everything they knew.”
“You an the apprentices wandering around this area? Normally, I’d just toss them into Devil’s Water. But let’s hear what they have to say, so our coming plan isn’t affected in any way, hmm.”
Jebra nodded. “I only did a brief interrogation. They ca from Centipede Guild. And it seems they’re not after the mysterious dinsion.”
“Pests that deserve to die under our heels, heh.” Sliv spat. “So what are they after, hmm?”
“It’s... Angor.” Jebra frowned slightly when ntioning this na.
“Angor? That rings a bell.” Sliv knuckled his crystal throne and searched his mory. “I heard rumors... that an apprentice nad Angor offended you badly. Is it the sa Angor, hmm?”
Jebra’s lips twitched. He heard from people that “Sorcerer of Big Fish” Sliv always spoke in a weird way and added “hmm” at the end of every phrase even if it made no sense. But when speaking to Sliv personally, he realized that this was more irritating than expected.
Of course, Jebra didn’t reveal his true feeling on the outside.
“That’s him. However, the rumors aren’t quite right. He didn’t ‘offend’ .”
“Then why did everyone consider you two as enemies, hmm?” Sliv observed Jebra’s expression and grinned. “The story has reached into the depth of the sea, which ans... you allowed this to happen, hmm? By doing so, you wish to hide sothing, hmm?”
Jebra looked down as he rembered a certain woman with blue hair.
“That’s not it, sir. There’s sothing I don’t feel like explaining to the public, and I prefer that the false rumors stay that way.”
Sliv stood up from his throne, causing his long silver hair to glitter as if there were stars hidden within.
Even if Sliv didn’t intentionally exert his aura, Jebra felt the overwhelming might keeping him in place.
“You have sothing you don’t want to tell , hmm?” Sliv’s tone now sounded like a demand.
Jebra gulped but didn’t respond.
“No matter. Since your professor did not press you for an answer, there’s no point for an outsider like to mind your business, hmm?”
Sliv walked around Jebra and picked up a picture from a table in the center of the hall.
“Again, to make sure nothing happens to our plan, I should ask this: why are those pests from Centipede Guild after Angor? And why did Angor co to Devil’s Water, hmm?”
“Angor is the student of Phantom Master, sir.”
Sliv suddenly began laughing. “I heard that Sunders recruited a young genius, so that’s him... Sunders almost wiped out the entire Centipede Guild at one ti, so the losers ant to get revenge on his student because they’re too weak to confront Sunders. This is very expected from these gutless morons, hmm.”
“As for why Angor is here, the guild learned clues that Angor was heading to his ho, the Marginalized Island. That’s why Angor was on a ship and traveling across Devil’s Water,” Jebra continued.
“Marginalized Island? I see. So this Angor has nothing to do with the mysterious dinsion either, hmm.”
“How should we deal with the apprentices we captured, sir?”
“As you said, Angor isn’t your enemy, hmm? However... I do hate Sunders for many reasons, and I’d like to see his little student suffer... But I can’t do it myself, because that will unnecessarily anger many people, hmm. Since the Centipede Guild is hunting for Angor, you can set them free and watch the weaklings gnawing at each other. That will be fun, hmm.”
“But... won’t that affect our plan, sir?” Jebra frowned. “Professor told us that the destiny hidden in these waters is crucial to the Song of the Deep. We can’t afford to let so random trespassers ruin everything.”
Sliv handed the picture he was looking at to Jebra. “According to a Prophet, the entrance to the mysterious dinsion is guarded by this thing. Do you think the rogue apprentices can get past, hmm?”
Jebra widened his eyes. “Le-Leviathan? But why is it protecting the dinsion?”
“Who knows? Nobody can understand Mystery energy and what it brings to this world. Throw those insects out of my sight and keep looking for Lucas. That’s the most important task at hand, hmm.”
Jebra nodded but still looked puzzled. “Mister Sliv, why should we find this Lucas? What does he have to do with the mysterious dinsion?”
“Well... even that Prophet can’t give a definite answer, of course I can’t tell you, hmm.”
...
Angor returned to his room and began looking at the leather book he found.
By so tacit agreent, Helen and Erwin didn’t question what the book was, and Angor was glad that he didn’t have to explain sothing that mortals weren’t supposed to know.
“This thing’s heavy...” Angor lifted the item in a hand and sensed its weight.
A little excited, he flipped the book open to check the first page.
The sll of rotten parchnt tackled his nose.
When he recognized the first line written on the page, he quickly felt disappointed.
It was a logbook.
Earlier, he was hoping to discover a great destiny from the ghost ship. But there was no way a logbook written by a mortal could provide anything like that.
Still, Angor was curious to find out what beca of the ship, so he kept reading.
[A logbook written by the most faithful captain during the Age of Gold]
Angor snickered. Who would title himself like that?
[Day 1, Month of Blossom, Gold Age 1347. Weather: fair
[The Feather Fan has undergone many years of maintenance and is finally ready to sail. After my departure, my dear ladies will have one less loyal company to chat with during our noble gatherings. Will they miss ? But why am I not seeing a single friend to see off? Humph! Died on their sickbeds, I reckon.]
[Day 7, Month of Blossom, Gold Age 1347. Weather: storm to fair
[There was rain just after we left the harbor, and it kept on for three days! All thanks to my ardent prayer, the God of Ocean once again blessed with sunlight. He also told that our ship will not be troubled by rainwater ever again!]
[...]
Angor didn’t feel like reading on anymore.
What the heck is this man talking about?
It was common to see noblen writing diaries using overstatents and pointless speeches. But this logbook still looked too strange. “Praying to receive sunlight” was only one of the many bizarre problems.
[I weep, longing for ho. My tears dropped into the ocean and gave birth to a wonderful sea of flowers. The flying petals and fallen leaves ca and soothed my aching heart.]
Flowers? On the sea?
As he read more, the “logbook” was beginning to look like soone’s poorly-written romance novel rather than the logs of the captain of a ship.
[Day 16, Month of Resuscitation, Gold Age 1348. Weather: fair
[Here be pirates! With my faithful knight sword in hand, I collected their heads as my bounty! One single swing was all I needed to end the life of their leader, who was cursing my na so miles away. That coward! And their treasures are all mine!]
“Using a knight sword to kill soone miles away? Tsk. This man should have beco a novelist rather than a sailor.”
[Day 16, Month of Looming Frost, Gold Age 1350. Weather: sunny
[A flaming dragon is wrestling with another monster on the sea. In the end... the dragon was killed!]
“Yeah right, flaming dragon and the sea. Nice combination.”
Thankfully, the diary only recorded “major” events, so he didn’t have to waste too much ti reading insignificant trifles.
[Day 6, Month of Looming Frost, Gold Age 1353. Weather: fog
[It has been thirty days since the Feather Fan returned. Nobody, NOBODY believes the inspiring stories of Captain Lucas! Just because I can’t show them the treasure I collected, they called a liar! Farewell, world! I shall end my life here. That well over there will do the trick.]
“That’s it?” Angor put down the book and failed to understand the purpose of it.
He hoped to find out why the Feather Fan appeared at Devil’s Water, and how the captain was left alone in his room. But there was absolutely nothing helpful in the book.
Also, it seed the ship returned to Ferran Land in the end just fine. But how?
“The most faithful Captain Lucas? Seriously?”
He put the book away and planned to forget everything he just read. But sothing told him to give it more thought.
“What if all the stories are real?”
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