Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 311 The Imprisoned Mermaid (30)

The captain smiled and said, "Maybe. The legend of mermaids is very famous. They are very evil creatures with beautiful appearances and moving singing voices. They will use their singing to bewitch passing sailors, and then drag them overboard and eat them!"

"Oh my God! Is this true?" asked Magalina.

The captain shook his head. "I've never seen a mermaid, Your Highness. So I'm not sure if these rumors are true."

"But people often go out to sea just to look for mermaids, and some even say they've seen mermaids themselves."

Margarina asked curiously: "Is the mermaid really beautiful?"

"Yes, my princess, that's why they are called mermaids."

After the captain left, Margaret returned to her own bedroom accompanied by her maid.

"Do you think what the captain said about mermaids is true?" asked Margaret.

Anna didn't know, so she shook her head.

"If so, why hasn't anyone offered it to Father?"

Anna said, "Perhaps, they are not so easy to catch. Didn't the captain say that mermaids' singing can be deceiving?"

Margarita said, "If we can't get the living ones, can we get the dead ones?"

She sat down in front of the dressing table and took off the white feather hat on her head. The maid squatted down and polished her white leather shoes for her.

"I've been on the boat for so long, and I always feel like I'm smelling fishy." Margarita stretched out her arm and sniffed, her pretty face wrinkling. "I heard that Uncle has a lot of oriental incense on his boat. I should have asked Uncle for some earlier."

Anna said, "You can ask the captain to approach His Royal Highness's ship and ask the captain of the guards to ask for you."

...

On the other side, Reg and Mark were inspecting the sailors inspecting the hull to ensure there was no damage.

"When we get back, tell them to keep their mouths shut and not say a single word about mermaids. Especially not the princess."

Reg stood in the control room and glanced at Mark.

Mark understood: "Don't worry, sir, I will make sure they keep their mouths shut."

Reg remained silent, looking at the sea outside the glass with a calm expression on his face, but in his heart he was thinking whether he should kill everyone on this boat.

After all, only the dead won't leak secrets.

But it was just a fleeting thought. After taking a look around, Reg returned to the first floor deck.

At this time, he noticed that the princess's main ship behind him had raised its sails and seemed to be speeding towards this side.

Reg's brows furrowed unconsciously.

As the ship approached little by little, the princess's captain of guards was standing on the deck not far away and shouting at them.

"Your Highness, the Princess asked me to ask you for a few boxes of incense."

Reg glanced at Mark, and immediately sweat broke out on Mark's face.

Who is so talkative? The princess told everyone what cargo was on the ship after just a short while on board.

Although Reg's face was not gloomy at this time, Mark knew that he was angry.

"Go, give that box of incense to the princess."

Mark pursed his lips tightly, and without saying a word, he took people to the cargo hold to move the powder.

Watching the sailors transport the goods to the princess's ship, Reg's expression was cold and his voice was low: "We will deal with it after we get ashore."

Mark stood behind him and bowed his head and said, "Yes, sir."

...

After finishing all the business, Reg returned to the room.

Molly is sleeping in the water tank.

Reg closed the bedroom door, squatted down, and looked at Molly's naked back through the glass.

The spines are prominent, and the shoulder blades are covered with fine, light blue soft scales.

The waist looks very soft, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, and a beautiful ridge line extending downwards to become blue scales.

Every time you see it, you will sigh that mermaids are truly the darlings of the Creator.

Reg looked at it for a while, then stood up and walked to the long table, and took out a roll of brown leather and a box of matches from the drawer.

This is the map used to search for mermaids.

When Molly woke up, she saw Reg standing in front of the long table with a burning copper brazier under his feet.

Reg kept throwing things in to burn, which seemed to be his stationery.

The sun was setting and there were no lights in the house. The only light came from the brazier at Reg's feet.

The dancing firelight shone on Reg's expressionless face. Hearing the noise, Reg turned his head, and the light divided his face into two shapes of yin and yang, making the picture a little weird.

"Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

Reg threw all the remaining papers in his hand into the brazier, then slowly walked towards Molly.

His broad, rough palms caressed Molly's cheeks and cheeks. It had been a long time since Reg had worn those Chrome people's jewel rings on his hands.

Outside the door, Mark had someone put a bucket of freshly caught sea fish.

Reg carried the bucket into the bedroom, then sat by the water tank, skillfully cut open the stomachs of the sea fish, sliced ​​the fish meat into pieces, and fed them into Molly's mouth.

Molly didn't eat much at noon and was indeed a little hungry now, so she chewed quietly.

Such quiet and tender moments were rare between the two of them.

Reg's eyes were always on Molly's face. He enjoyed the feeling of being needed by Molly. It would be best if she could only need and depend on him for the rest of her life.

At this moment, Reg was very glad that he had destroyed the merchant ship. Now the map was burned and no one knew the whereabouts of the mermaid.

He no longer thought about how many mermaids there were in the sea, he only cared about the one in front of him.

After Molly had eaten, Reg watched her quietly as she cleaned her teeth with tooth powder. He watched her dip her finger into the tooth powder, then put it into her mouth and carefully grind each tooth.

Reg's green eyes did not miss any of her movements.

Even in the dim room, Reg saw the tip of her tongue flash across her mouth.

So after Molly finished rinsing her mouth, he eagerly pinched the back of Molly's neck and pried open her teeth to find what he had just seen.

He tasted the salty water on Molly's lips, and the salty taste was rolled into Molly's mouth by the tip of his tongue.

"Well--"

Reg held Molly's shoulder, nuzzled her nose and said, "Don't move. Let me check if it's really cleaned up."

Molly: “…”

Reg's kissing skills are no longer as useless as they were at the beginning.

Molly was kissed so hard that she felt dizzy. The fins on the tips of her ears opened and closed, and her tail slapped waves underwater.

Reg's hand touched the closed gills behind her ears and rubbed them with the tip of his thumb, neither lightly nor heavily.

Molly's gills are sensitive, and she felt electric shocks all over her body layer by layer.

Then Reg's gaze rested on the fin at the tip of her ear.

In the middle of the blue cartilage was an almost transparent film. Reg reached out and gently stroked the film. It felt as soft as he had imagined.

The upper bodies of the two men were pressed tightly together, and the sea water wet Reg's light-colored shirt.