Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 288 The Imprisoned Mermaid (7)

The feeling of feeding mermaids is different from feeding those wild beasts.

Reg knew clearly that this little mermaid was wild and difficult to tame. Although she looked well-behaved, she might still be thinking about how to escape.

But seeing her leaning obediently against the fish tank with one hand on his knee, her docile and pitiful appearance was incomparable to any other wild animal.

Originally, Reg was not interested in mermaids. He captured mermaids just to see what the legendary mermaids looked like.

After the novelty of the mermaids had worn off, he would transport them to land and give them to his brother, the emperor, or sell them at high prices to wealthy nobles and landowners.

But the mermaid is worthy of being a mermaid. The first time he saw her, Reg lost the intention of handing her over to others.

The most precious collection in the ocean can only belong to him.

After feeding the little mermaid, Reg left again.

...

After two days of peace, the lookout soon found a small island.

The boat slowly sailed towards the island and anchored in shallow water.

Mark commanded ten strong sailors to row there to look for streams or lakes on the island.

Molly had thought Reg would go too.

Perhaps because Molly had escaped twice before, Reg stayed on the second floor and kept an eye on her.

Molly pretended to be obedient and docile, but in fact she was thinking about how to find the key from him.

When Reg locked her up that day, Molly saw him slip the key into the small leather pouch on his belt.

It was already afternoon when the sailors set out. It took them a long time to find a water source, fetch water and transport it to the ship.

So late that night, when it was quiet, Molly opened her eyes.

Half of the sailors had left the ship, and even the snoring was not as loud.

Reg beside him had already fallen asleep, and the only sound in the air was his light breathing.

Molly surfaced silently, and without making any noise with her handcuffs, she quietly got out of the water and climbed onto the bed.

Westerners like to sleep in narrow beds, and Reg's bed is not very wide.

In the darkness, Molly's excellent eyesight saw Reg's sleeping profile and the brown belt lying on the other side of his bed.

The small leather bag was also on it, together with his pistol.

Molly's arms were quite long, but her right hand was handcuffed to the bedpost, so she couldn't reach it even if she stretched it out.

Out of the water, Molly's legs quickly became a pair of legs, and the water beneath her soaked the velvet blanket.

Looking around, Molly saw a corner of red peeking out from under Reg's pillow.

It's his scimitar.

Molly was just able to reach that corner and use the machete to hook the key.

But Molly didn't dare to act rashly.

Reg is not an easy person to deal with. Any disturbance may wake him up.

And now that she has the machete, should she hook the key and escape quietly, or should she kill him first.

Molly lay in bed thinking for a full two minutes.

She had calculated before that she could only support herself for less than an hour after changing from a fish tail to two legs. After an hour, she would start to feel uncomfortable and dry all over.

In order to save time, Molly simply took out the machete first.

She moved closer little by little, but the Western bed was soft, so she didn't dare get too close to Reg.

After a while, Molly's fingertips touched the sharp corner of the scimitar.

Molly looked at Reg, who was still sleeping in the same position as before, sleeping very quietly, without even moving his eyelashes.

After confirming that Reg was not awakened by her, Molly used her fingertips to hook out the scimitar little by little.

Molly was very careful and cautious, slowly hooking out the scimitar and holding it in her hand.

The handle is engraved with intricate patterns and is still inlaid with a translucent and flawless ruby.

Molly wondered whether the knife would penetrate Reg's neck first or hook Reg's belt first.

What if Reg was killed by her and the key was not in the bag and was moved by him?

Or what if she got the key and woke Reg up?

Molly thought for a long time, holding the hilt of the knife in her hand, and finally she decided to kill Reg first.

The biggest variable is dead, and she can still persuade other crew members to help her find the key.

Molly held the knife in one hand, found a good position, and prepared to kill with one blow.

She moved quickly, but Reg was indeed the biggest variable.

When the tip of the knife was only one centimeter away from his neck, Reg quickly opened his eyes and grabbed Molly's hand.

"You are really brave."

Reg's palm was very big, and he grabbed Molly's wrist directly.

Reg took the machete away, lifted Molly's left arm over her head, and pressed her down on the bed.

With her hands restrained, Molly couldn't move. She raised her legs to kick him, but was pinned down by Reg's body.

"Still want to kick me?"

"Stupid merman, you're worse than those old fools in England."

Molly glared at him, her blue eyes glowing faintly in the darkness, as beautiful as the sea on a sunny day.

But this beautiful mermaid is too naughty.

Reg held her arm with one hand, raised the scimitar with the other hand, and played with it with his head tilted.

"Naive mermaid, you're trying to use my knife to kill me."

"You know what? My sword is scarier than Satan. Once it's unsheathed, blood will be drawn."

Molly just struggled on her own, and when she was tired she collapsed on the bed like a dead fish.

She bet that Reg would never kill her, at most he would make her suffer a little.

It has been a week since he was captured on the ship. All Reg has done is to threaten himself with a few words and lock himself to the head of the bed.

Thunder, little rain.

He only skipped one meal a few days ago, and for the rest of the three meals a day, he personally cut pieces of fish and fed them to himself.

Molly didn't believe that he would really scrape off his scales.

Reg picked up the machete, put the side of the knife to Molly's face, and cut her neck little by little.

Molly's hair was spread out below her, and she was completely naked.

The mermaid has no other body hair except hair, eyebrows and eyelashes. After coming out of the water, the blue scales on her body are no longer visible.

Her chest rose and fell with her breathing, her waist was firm, and her cold white belly looked very soft, perfect for leaving something on it.

At this moment, she looked like a real human being, like an innocent human girl.

Reg's gaze moved downwards even faster than the tip of the knife.

This vulnerable position made Molly wary.

Molly found the right moment to bite Reg's arm, quickly escaped from under him, turned around and rolled into the water tank.

Her legs quickly turned into a fish tail, and Molly swung her tail in revenge, splashing sea water all over the bed.

Reg knelt on the bed, glaring coldly at the mermaid. He glanced at the row of bleeding teeth marks on her forearm, then sheathed the scimitar with a chill all over his body.

Cunning mermaid.

He, Reg, loves to tame these wild and ferocious exotic animals.

Reg stood up and moved the fish tank away.

Molly was forced to raise her upper body from the water tank, with her hands raised above her head in a weird posture, glaring at Reg in embarrassment.