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Chapter 438 Hats, Habits and Imitations 4k+
"Miss Millie Tang, is this... is this okay? Will it cause any trouble?"

Under the palm tree, Kogan pointed at Ricky and Pastor Fonse who were sitting on the ground in the distance. At this time, his captain took out the small pot he carried with him, and was cooking for the hermit stranded on the deserted island while... preaching.

Kogan was also a native of Mosesad. He had been educated by the Saints since childhood and had been baptized in church. He was not used to hearing the captain claiming to be a saint. He was worried that if the Saints knew about it, something might happen.

"Don't worry, anyway...you can take him as the captain or Saint Baran."

Even though Millie Tang was quick-witted, she couldn't give Kougan a reasonable explanation in an instant.

"That is to say, Captain Ricky is the patron saint who has lived for thousands of years... Before... he accompanied the saint in the holy war and preached in the Western Continent..."

Old Peleus stroked the Saint's Order in his hand, a little confused. He had lived for most of his life and had more life experience than Kogan. He could tell that the Saint's Order in his hand was not fake.

Besides, Captain Richie just took out a lot of evidence from his pocket, including a handwritten letter from Cardinal Kosander!
Peleus thought that it was no wonder that Sir Gregory was so fond of him. If that was the case, Richie was not only the old lord's close relative in the Investigation Department, he might even be... the old lord's elder.

"Don't mention the Saint to me, it's annoying!"

Millie Tang snorted, and seeing her disdainful look, Kougan and Lin Brown secretly gave her a thumbs-up in their hearts. Well, they still have to praise Miss Millie Tang, otherwise she would be the saint's sweetheart, and the saint wouldn't even take her seriously.

"Let's go over and have a listen. Pastor Fonse seems to be in much better spirits."

Lin Brown is a practical man, and his mind is still on the unknown waters before him.

“The saint’s mercy shines upon the earth. We…we entered this sea area by mistake. We were in a small town at the Cape of Mozambique when we thought we didn’t have enough gold coins, so we had to board someone else’s ship.

Later we found out that it was a smuggling ship, and the captain... the captain didn't dare to go around the normal route, so he planned to go along the mermaid sea. "

Even with Saint Barlaan sitting nearby, Fonsé still trembled when he recalled the horrific experience.

“Yes…it was at night when the first mate got drunk and fell asleep, and the boat was blown in.

Everything was white... Everything was white, everything. Later, I don’t know who heard the singing first. The singing can still be heard around the island from time to time..."

Following the direction pointed by Fengsai, Shi Weitian's people looked around vigilantly.

"Everyone was terrified, but after many twists and turns, the smuggling ship finally spotted them."

"Can't you just turn around and run in the opposite direction?"

Lin Brown discovered something unusual. Normally, in this situation, the captain would order an escape. Even if the engine in the cabin was broken and there was no monsoon to blow the sails, there were still oars on both sides of the ship.

"It was no use trying to escape! We could never escape the fog! Later, some sailors discovered that whenever the song was played, the fog would dissipate a little.

The fresh water was running out, so the captain simply let the boat get closer to the singing, and we gradually saw the passage ahead.

There were grayish-white coral islets, a series of reefs, and countless ships, all anchored on the route, with no signs of fighting, as if they had been stranded naturally.

Then we saw... those people..."

"Giggle!"

"Fuck!"

Fengsai's teeth couldn't stop chattering. The pot in front of him was heated at this moment, and Liu Yonglu threw an egg into it.

"A flatbread with egg corners in it! You won't feel bad eating it while your father is shot."

Fengsai smelled the fragrance and swallowed his saliva. He grabbed the pancake and egg roll from Liu Yonglu's hand and took a big bite.

“Those guys looked like normal humans, could communicate, and provided everything that everyone wanted.

But it was all a trap, it was all a trap! They were tricking us, all the time."

No one knew whether it was because the experience was too horrible or because he choked on the egg wrapped in pancake, but at this moment Pastor Fonse's eyes bulged out and he started to cough and talk nonsense.

"The curse of the blind, that's the curse of the blind, cough, cough, don't believe those guys!

In the end, they just want to suck our blood! When you hear the sneer, it’s time to die! Ahem! "

……

Captains Mustang and Pedri were riding on a small wooden boat, followed by a dozen smart and capable sailors. They all held their weapons tightly in their hands and followed the lead boat in front of them.

It was a quaint wooden boat with a dim kerosene lamp hanging on the bow. Strangely enough, the fog did dissipate a lot where the light reached, and the surroundings were no different from the ordinary sea surface.

The Flying Skua and the Poseidon's Shield had been circling in the fog for three or four days, and the sailors on the ships were on edge because they could hear the strange singing every once in a while.

The people in the sea seemed to be singing some tragic and magnificent stage play.

It was an unknown kingdom that disappeared in the dust of history. They once followed noble traditions, but in the face of disaster, the king could only follow the prime minister's advice and hide.

At first, the people in the kingdom were praising the king's wisdom and the prime minister's intelligence, but later they discovered that they were actually cursed.

The ghosts in the starry sky trapped everyone in the fog. They were no longer living people but captive animals.

The ghosts only want to use their bones and blood to feed their gods. There is not a glimmer of hope, only decadence, mutual accusations, and then madness under collapse.

The lyrics are obscure, the singing is miserable, and if the crew hadn't kept each other warm, they would have been driven crazy.

This couldn't go on any longer. After discussing, the two captains decided not to run away blindly, but to rush in one direction, ignoring the singing that came and went.

Then… they saw the boat in front of them.

There were five people on the boat, all men, young and old. Captain Pedri first carefully communicated with them using flag signals and received a kind response from the other party.

Then Captain Mustang shouted hello to the people below the ship.

"We are a crew member trapped in the Mermaid Sea. We have been trapped for a long time. Are you also sailors who have strayed here?"

The other party's answer was clear and calm.

“It’s not just us, there are many ships trapped in it, luckily we found a few small islands where we can get some fresh water!
Would your captain like to come over to discuss this? We have thought of a way to escape, but we are short of fuel!"

At first Pedri tried to persuade Mustan, and neither of them answered for the time being.

The Lost Sea is the most dangerous place in the known world. The sudden appearance of humans here is abnormal in itself. The other party also invites everyone to work together to break out of the fog. No one can believe it easily.

But no matter what the two captains asked each other, the other party could answer fluently.

They are very secretive about things they don't know, but they are very open about things they know, appearing to be extremely sincere.

There was no way to continue the stalemate, as the two expedition ships would eventually be trapped in the sea of ​​mermaids. After hesitating for a night, the two captains decided to go ahead and take a look while supplies were sufficient and the crew's minds had not yet collapsed.

When the two captains saw the people on the small boat, they also felt something was wrong.

The five sailors were wearing clothes of different styles. Some were dressed like nobles from the Western Continent, while others looked like slave owners from the Southern Continent. The only thing they had in common was that they all wore hats.

The strange attire and seemingly friendly attitude blended together so abruptly, and when they appeared before them, the doubts in the hearts of the two captains not only failed to be dispelled, but increased instead. "Hey, Pedri, is there anyone on your ship who knows about gods? For example, an investigator from the Special Incident Investigation Department."

Mustang asked quietly in the boat.

"No, the investigators have their own exploration ships, and the Mosesad royal family will not assign them to our ships."

Since he came to explore the Lost Sea, Pedri knew what the knowledge of gods was, but the people who could deal with this kind of power were too rare, so it was not something he could possess.

The reason why he dared to enter the Lost Sea was because of his carefulness and caution.

"There are three people on my boat. They are witch doctors from the southern continent who know some forbidden spells. They are on the boat behind us. If we have to make any decision later, we should listen to their opinions first."

Pedri was secretly envious, thinking that as the only son of the owner of an ocean-going shipping company, he could recruit such talents.

On the surface, he still had no expression on his face. He just stared at the person rowing in front of him and nodded.

The ocean is not a river, and rowing by human power cannot last long. This is one of the reasons why the two captains agreed to follow. Sure enough, ten minutes later, the boats bypassed a rocky cape and the two saw land ahead.

It is said to be land, but it is a strange combination. The foundation of the land should be a small coral island, which is surrounded by countless ship wreckages.

The two captains could see the statue of the prow slanting into the sea, the inverted keel cabin, and the people on land waving kerosene lamps to send signals.

The person who led the two captains responded.

"Two respected captains, please get off the ship. Please forgive our rudeness. According to nautical etiquette, we should board your exploration ship and figure out this damn thing as soon as possible!"

The short old man who was leading the way spoke, and Pedri did not reply, but just stepped onto the land. For some reason, he always felt that there was something wrong with what the old man said.

The tone of voice? No. Or the accent... that's not it either.

"Now that we're here, why not stop with the hypocritical politeness and let me meet your captain... or the governor? You guys look like a mixed bunch."

Mustang was still as carefree as ever, with his commonly used golden dagger flying back and forth between his two hands like a juggler.

“You have a very good eye, you can see the problem at a glance.

Yes, as you can see, many ships are trapped in this damn sea, but maybe it is the blessing of the saint that we are not doomed. "

The guide walked forward as he spoke, and Mustang, Pedri and his men followed behind with their bodies tensed and on alert.

In the dilapidated docks on both sides of the road, many people leaned out and looked at them with smiles.

Just as the guide said, these people were wearing clothes of different styles and did not seem to belong to the same ship. The only thing that surprised the two captains was that these people were also wearing hats.

"Two captains who have come from afar, please allow me to introduce myself. I am also a poor man trapped in the sea. You can just call me Captain Pavlo."

The group was brought to a semi-outdoor space. Pedri looked up and saw a huge tattered sail covering the top of his head. Sitting on the main seat under the sail was a tall figure nearly seven feet tall.

"Flying skua, Captain Mustang."

"Shield of the Sea King, Captain Pedri."

There was nothing to hide about his own name and the name of the expedition ship, and reporting each other's identities was in line with the etiquette when the captains met.

But when they came closer and saw the face of Captain Pavlo, they were both shocked. The captain was actually blind. The eyes on his weathered face were covered by ugly healed tumors. He didn't care at all and just looked towards them in the direction of the voice.

"How's the weather today? Sometimes there are heavy rainstorms in the Mermaid Sea, which is a good thing. Over the years, half of our fresh water has depended on them."

The blind Pavlo started by chatting about family matters.

"It didn't rain today, but it was still that horrible weather. I couldn't see the sun or the moon, only the white fog."

Mustang was obviously more relaxed on this occasion. He sat down on the chair without hesitation and took out a bottle of liquor soaked in straw from the box at his feet.

"boom!"

Mustang bit off the bottle cap with his teeth and put it under his nose to smell it. It was definitely the smell of wine.

"You two must be very interested in the singing of the Sea of ​​Fishmen."

Unexpectedly, the blind Pavlo was so outspoken.

"Have you discovered the secret?"

"Of course, since you two have agreed to come and negotiate with us, we must also show due sincerity. Only in this way can we all cooperate sincerely and get out of this fucking stinking hellhole as soon as possible."

The strange feeling appeared again! Pedri's heart trembled. Captain Pavlo was just like the old man, speaking strangely.

There was nothing wrong with his intonation and pronunciation, but...

Pedri couldn't be sure for the time being, but his lowered hand quietly grasped the gun in his pocket.

"It's not surprising to hear this. There is a special kind of sea squirt growing in this sea area. There happen to be many of these growing around the coral island where we are..."

Captain Pavlo talked incessantly like a naturalist, trying to convince them with an incredible explanation that there was nothing strange about the singing of the sea.

It was simply that the singing of the sailors on the island to pass the time happened to be transmitted far away through the mysterious sea squirt and was heard by the people on the ship.

This explanation obviously could not satisfy the two captains. It was full of loopholes and wild imaginations, and the blind man in front of them spoke very seriously.

"Don't you two believe it?"

Perhaps sensing the long silence, Pavlo tilted his head and continued:
"But whether we can find the source of the sound or not doesn't affect our cooperation. What kind of business are you two in? You must be anxious to get out after being trapped in the Mermaid Sea.

A few days ago, there was a converted cargo ship. The captain was a 70-year-old pervert. He didn’t listen to my advice…”

"boom!"

This time it was no longer the sound of Mustang opening the bottle, but Captain Pedri suddenly pulling the trigger!

The air was filled with smoke and bullets were flying straight at Captain Pavlo.

At that moment Pedri realized something was wrong.

Whether it is the blind man in front of him or the old man who brought him here before, they all have this problem, that is, the tone of their speech keeps changing.

Sometimes polite, sometimes rude, sometimes mixed with the slang of the Western Continent, and sometimes with the idioms of the Southern Continent.

"A seventy-year-old pervert." This is what Mustang said on the deck of his ship a few days ago, mixed with very subtle and unique personal word usage habits.

And in Pavlo's words, this detail was preserved exactly as it was.

This is abnormal! Something is imitating the humans who step into the fog!
The tall and thin figure did not fall to the ground in the smoke. Captain Pavlo's hat was just knocked off. A blurry shadow swayed slowly, and a sneer came into Captain Pedri's ears.

(End of this chapter)