Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 313 The Imprisoned Mermaid (32)

The next morning, after breakfast, Margarita changed into her new scented dress and went out on deck to spend the new day.

"Was there a rough sea last night? The boat was rocking back and forth, and it woke me up."

She was so bored that she started to use the telescope given by General Perez to observe Reg's ship.

"Wow, it's so clear from this distance. Who is that? They look like one of my uncle's men."

Margarita was so excited that she even asked Anna to bring a chair over so that she could sit on the deck and observe the ship ahead.

"I saw my uncle's bedroom, but unfortunately I can only see the stairs next to it."

"It's already this late, uncle should be up by now, right?"

"Wait, what are these sailors doing?"

Margarita saw several sailors coming out of the room carrying wooden barrels with water in them.

"Is there still water in uncle's room?"

As I watched, I found that after these sailors poured the water into the sea, they filled fresh sea water from the sea and brought it into Reg's room, and then came out with empty buckets.

"Why did you bring sea water into my uncle's room?"

Margarina was confused. She put down the telescope, squinted her eyes, and then raised it again to observe.

"Anna, did you see that? Why are they pouring sea water into my uncle's room?"

Anna squinted her eyes and could see from afar the sailors coming and going in and out of the separate room on the second floor.

That is His Royal Highness's bedroom.

"I don't understand. Is there a bathtub in His Royal Highness's room that can hold seawater?"

Margarita said, "Who would bathe in sea water? Besides, didn't we replenish drinking water yesterday?"

"How strange..." Margarina saw the sailors coming out with empty buckets and then going about their own business, as if they were already familiar with such operations.

After a while, Reg came out, holding... a ball of cloth in his hand?

The pink and white fabric is clearly a palace skirt worn by women!

"What—what is that?"

"What's that Uncle Reg holding?"

Reg walked very fast, and Magalina followed Reg's figure closely. After a while, Reg's figure disappeared at the stairs leading to the cargo hold.

There was a dazed look on Magalina's face for a second.

Seeing this, Anna hurriedly asked, "What happened? Princess?"

Margarina slowly put down the telescope in her hand, then turned her head, stared at Anna, and murmured, "Is there a woman in Uncle Reg's room?"

Anna was shocked: "How could it be, Your Highness, are you seeing things?"

She was not mistaken, it was clearly a woman's skirt!

"But...it is indeed a skirt worn by a woman."

Anna comforted her: "Maybe it's for you? Your Highness has never been interested in women..."

Anna was right. Her uncle had always been cruel, and he wouldn't even attend any palace balls, let alone take a woman with him on a voyage.

Despite this, Margarita still found this matter very strange.

The sailors who were changing water back and forth and the palace skirts in their hands made Margarita feel very strange.

...

When Molly opened her eyes again, she saw swaying water waves.

Seeing the familiar square water tank, Molly closed her eyes again.

Still failed.

Suddenly, Molly felt something and opened her eyes to see the familiar handcuffs on her wrists again.

But the difference from last time was that this time there was a long chain, which allowed her to move much more widely than last time.

Following the chain, I saw that the other end was tied to the bedpost.

She reached out and pulled, but it didn't budge.

"Stop struggling."

Molly turned her head and saw Reg sitting at the other end of the long table, looking at her with a gloomy expression.

It was bright outside, and the light only illuminated half of Reg's face.

He wore a white linen shirt with a dark red coat over it, the collar and cuffs of the cloth embroidered with sea serpents.

There is also a badge with an intricate pattern pinned to the collar.

Reg sat in the shadows, with only the light coming through the window illuminating half of his face, his green eyes staring straight at Molly.

"From now on, until we reach the port, I will not undo this chain."

His expression was truly awful, so gloomy that it looked as if water could be squeezed out of it, and his eyes flashed with a sinister light. At this moment, it seemed as if Reg was the ferocious beast.

Reg looked at Molly's pale and cold face, thinking of what happened last night, and the anger in his chest surged like a tsunami.

The moment I woke up, my heart skipped a beat.

He chased out and saw Molly lying naked on the deck, her white jade body and golden hair tangled together, and there were bloody footprints on the floor.

Reg thought something had happened.

When I got closer, I saw that it was Molly's feet that were bleeding.

Until now, Reg still finds it difficult to describe his feelings at that time.

The anger of being deceived and betrayed, the sadness of seeing her willing to walk until her feet bleed just to leave him, the heartache of seeing the bloodstains... all these complicated emotions twisted together, Reg didn't even have time to punish her. He eagerly picked her up and returned to the bedroom.

Seeing that her toes were cracking, Reg suppressed his anger and began to search the room for medicinal powder.

Because of years of fighting and killing, his body was always injured by knives, so he always had hemostatic powder in his room.

After Reg gave Molly the medicine, he found that she was still unconscious.

Reg had no choice but to put the man into the water tank.

After the legs turned into a fish tail, Reg found that there were bloodstains in the gaps between the scales of the fish tail, which soon disappeared into the water.

Reg stayed awake and stared at Molly until dawn.

Then he went to the cargo hold to get a chain and tied the man to the head of the bed.

In the sleepless night, Reg thought a lot.

Since she would never learn her lesson, he didn't need to be too kind.

Reg stood up, revealing a belt wrapped around his waist with a row of copper buckles on it, and a scimitar and a pistol hanging on the right side.

His waist and abdomen were tightly cinched, making his shoulders appear broader. The sleeves of his coat were rolled up at his elbows, revealing his forearms covered with deep and shallow scars.

There were several protruding blue veins running from his forearm to the back of his hand, and he didn't seem to be in a very optimistic mood.

Reg walked slowly towards Molly, bent down, grabbed her tail fin, and lifted her tail out of the water.

"Look at your tail!"

The scales have lost their former luster and fit, and there are gaps in several places that are raised, revealing the red mucous membrane inside.

The fish's tail was indeed still aching.

Molly twisted a few times, her tail fin swinging wildly in the air.

Reg released his hand, strode forward and clamped Molly's jaw, a sinister madness in his eyes: "To leave me, you're willing to give up your life?"

Molly was captured, unable to utter a single word. All that remained were her pair of dark blue eyes, filled with cold disgust.

Reg was stung by such a look, and his anger reached a new level.

Hate him, dislike him, right?