After dressing up as the evil girl in the second game, I opened my eyes and found myself in the Shur

"Boom!"

Black smoke billowed out of one of the Royal Cruise Ship's blue chimneys, and the shrill whistles urging people to board the ship were mixed with the chatter of crowded people.

Sera withdrew her gaze and walked all the way to the second-class boarding port.

The ship has a dedicated waiter for second-class guests. Serra handed the luggage to him and followed the flow of people and stepped onto the elm plywood.

After the piercing whistle sounded for the third time, the first and most luxurious royal cruise ship in the Kingdom of Lillony officially set off from Leicestershire across the ocean to Cumbonia.

Thousands of passengers cheered, holding small red and yellow flags waving in the air. Several large boiler rooms at the stern burned a large amount of coal. The three blue chimneys emitted billowing black smoke. The combustion gas slowly started the cruise ship. Depart port.

In a hazy sky, the sun broke in from the accumulated clouds, and the warm orange light shone on the face, dispelling a bit of the dampness and coldness of the seaside.

Sierra took off her wide-brimmed hat, her dark brown curly hair flying in the wind, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Sela?"

Surprised voices sounded from behind.

Sera turned around, not looking at the girl who made the noise. Instead, she looked at the outer corridor of the first-class cabin above. She once again saw the nobleman who was racing randomly.

He stood in a shadow under the sloping pillars, just avoiding all the sunlight. It was an indescribable face, like a god on a Gothic stone sculpture. The overly pale and deep face was expressionless, and the bright light was unintentional. It leaked onto the back of his hand that was placed on the railing. He immediately put down his hand, a look of disgust appearing on his finely carved face.

He was obviously wearing leather gloves, but he was subconsciously avoiding the sun.

Like a vampire.

A sudden thought occupied Sera's mind.

The nobleman who was looking into the distance suddenly lowered his head, and his dark and empty eyes shot accurately in her direction.

"Sierra? What are you looking at?"

Sera suddenly retracted her raised chin and returned her eyes to the girl in front of her who almost occupied her entire sight.

"Hello."

"We met at the funeral, I'm Betty." The dark-haired girl smiled at her and greeted her.

"I remember, Aunt Fenn's daughter, you also went to Cambonia County?" Sera nodded. As a novelist's basic qualities, a month of life was enough for her to sort out the huge and complicated connections.

"I'm just here for a sea trip. It would be best if you are willing to invite me to sit with Earl Lizzie." Betty smiled and then deliberately added, "I hope you have the power to make the decision."

Sierra fell silent and her eyes became cold, "If there is a chance."

The sea breeze on the deck was too strong. She didn't want to stay under that deep and searching gaze for a long time, so she put on her wide-brimmed hat and left in a hurry.

In the first-class corridor, the blond nobleman lowered his eyelids, and a wrinkle appeared on his smooth and beautiful forehead.

Shutting herself back into the room, Sierra suppressed her beating chest. At that moment, she almost looked into each other's eyes. This was definitely not a lingering fear after peeping, but fear, fear that the person would see her.

The inexplicable changes in emotions were like a certain death ending pressing on her forehead, making her shudder.

The second-class cabin that Earl Lizzie had booked for her was very good, with red patterned wallpaper, expensive leisure chairs, an oak bed with green curtains on the corners, and a separate bathroom.

The electric lamp on the top was in the shape of several drooping roses, and the light emitted by the edges was a bit dazzling. She turned off the light, refused the dinner reminded by the exclusive waiter, took off all her clothes, pulled down the curtains, and lay down on the bed to catch up on her sleep.

The ship's porch was always lively, and the laughter and movement at the door gradually stopped until the light of the second day rose from the shoreline.

There was a little commotion in the early morning, and the sound of shattering glass and wine glasses exploded above Sera's head, and another woman screamed.

Sera suddenly opened her eyes in the darkness, and chaotic footsteps were trampling back and forth on her forehead.

She frowned and sat up, holding on to the mattress. A gust of cold and clammy wind came in from outside the curtains. It was because the window in the room had been forgotten to close.

As soon as she opened the curtain and stuffed her feet into her shoes, a wide red skirt flashed past the window and fell rapidly. Before Sera could figure out what it was, the sound of falling into the water was like a heavy stone breaking the sea.

Someone had fallen overboard, from the room above hers, and that was the first-class floor.

Sierra kicked off her shoes and ran barefoot to the window and looked down. The surging water rose to the hem of a woman's skirt, and large amounts of red blood surged along the advancing waves.

She was so alert in the cold wind that the down on her face stood up.

Early on the second morning of the voyage, she witnessed a murder.

The deceased was not a noble, but a barmaid serving the first class cabin. She was disheveled when she was salvaged, and her bloody skirt was spread out on the elm deck. The skirt should have been white before it was dyed.

Putting on a thin blanket, Sera stood behind the pillar in the second-class corridor and watched a servant who was wearing a black suit that was more eye-catching than everyone around him walk to the deck.

He said a few words to the people who salvaged the body. Before the sun fully shone on the ship, they put the body into a sack, tied it with stones, and threw it back into the sea. A few servants took a few wooden brushes and, among the rich, Before getting up and moving around, wash the deck so that no trace of blood is left.

Sera, who was watching the whole process, frowned. She had an impression of the outstanding servant in a suit with a straight posture. He was a member of the nobles racing cars in the port.

He lives above her?

Sera raised her head, her eyes thinking.

What title does this person hold? Killing a maid in public is a scandal that is enough to convict any nobleman. Does he not care at all that people like her who are peeping in the dark will spread the news of the murder?

"Sierra? You got up so early?" Betty's lazy voice behind her startled her.

"A little seasick." Sierra turned around, wrapped the thin blanket around her body and walked into the house.

"You didn't attend the dance last night, but you have to come to the party tonight." Betty followed and smiled: "It's just drinking coffee and playing games. Come on, Sierra, everyone wants to see you."

"Miss Serra." A cold and not very polite male voice interrupted their conversation.

Betty's face darkened at the servant's disrespectful manner.

However, Sera's mood was different from hers. She looked cautiously at the handsome servant walking towards her. He was still on the deck a moment ago.

He looked younger and more tender than when seen from a distance, which made people suspect that the noble was illegally employing child labor.

"The Duke of Rosehill invites you to have dinner tonight." He bent slightly to express his intention.

"Duke?" Betty's gloomy attitude suddenly turned into surprise. She turned her head and looked at Sera, with jealousy in her eyes.