After 9 o'clock the sky stopped raining, the salty smell of the sea breeze outside the open window was bitterly cold, and a woman's poodle lay at her feet, dark brown curls rubbing against her exposed ankle, and Serra bent down to scratch its chin.

"Bang!"

In the midst of classical music, the sound of a foreign object hitting the hull of the ship was not abrupt, but Serra, who was leaning against the window, straightened up and looked out.

She couldn't see the large deck on the other side of the mast, and she craned her neck to look back, and near the aft boiler room, several fishermen who were in charge of providing fresh food to the nobles were struggling to pull a large net with their spreaders.

It was dark, and the gas lamp wasn't very far away, but it was enough for Sierra to see the giant fishtail that the light swept by.

She froze by the window for three seconds, then turned to put the champagne on the wine cabinet and rushed out.

"Hey, Serra! Where are you going?! ”

Serra ignored the screams behind her, her brain racing, the mermaid had been captured in Cumbunia County to meet Annahi, and she might be able to establish a good relationship with him during her time in HNNA, and it would be safer to deal with him than with Roshill's executioner.

That guy's mind-reading skills were a ticking time bomb for her.

The restaurant is located in the middle of the third-class cabin, with a staircase connecting to the large deck on the lowest floor, behind which several drying and cold rooms pass through, and the small deck at the end is where the fishermen catch their seafood for a long time, which is secluded to avoid the smell of disemboweling fish.

Serra ran down the suspension ladder and nearly bumped into the waiter holding the tray, hurriedly saying sorry, and ran down the narrow staircase through the common dining room, from the open-air walkway on the ground floor to the rear.

The iron walkway was still wet, the waves could roll up and crash into it at any moment, and the extremely cold cold and humid air gave Sierra goosebumps on her arms, and she crossed her arms and stepped on black leather heels, and her crooked run was very difficult.

Several fishermen and crew members shouted in the big waves, "Tighten the nets!" Tighten the hanger! ”

"Hold it down with a net! What a monster this is! Is it a Kraken!? The tone of nervousness and excitement was blurred in the sound of the waves.

Wet moisture smeared her face and hair, and she leaned her back against the door of the cold room, leaning her neck to look at what was illuminated by the faltering gaslights.

A huge net was laid to the floor by a hanger, wrapped around a wild beast that struggled and writhed like a shark, and the long black tail fin tore a piece of fishing net out and slapped it on the elm deck, the sharp mesh tearing its scales and blood dripping down the slippery tail slime.

"Damn it to calm him down! Is he going to smash through our turbine room! ”

A fisherman pulled out a fishing knife and walked towards it, "I'll come." ”

A sudden wave swelled so violently that the whole ship shook violently, and Serra grabbed the railing beside her, and was almost about to tumble into the sea, but the crashing waves wet the hem of her skirt, but she was unaware of it, and her eyes were fixed on the great net.

The gaslight was dim, but the long, satin-shiny silver hair leaked wet from the net, and the beast lying in the net raised its head, strands of hair stuck to his face and neck, and a low, strange whisper came from its mouth.

He seemed to be singing, and he seemed to be talking.

Clinging to the railing, Serra's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and her mind inexplicably recalled her fate in the face of the mermaid's death, she was like a brittle piece of human skin paper, with fragments of flesh and blood slapped on the reef by his tail fin and died tragically.

When she came back to her senses by the screams, her creamy brown eyes widened in horror.

The fisherman, who had a knife as he walked towards the mermaid, raised his knife and stabbed himself in the abdomen.

"Rudolph!"

Several crew members panicked.

"It's the Kraken singing! Cover his mouth! Someone reacted quickly.

"Damn it, it hurt Rudolph, I'm going to get a gun!" Said a strong fisherman.

Gun?

Serra was stunned and couldn't help but get out of the aisle and onto the deck.

When several fishermen saw her, they hurriedly said, "Hey Miss! It's dangerous here! Get out of here! ”

"Don't use a gun!" Serra yelled, "He's already hurt!" ”

Unexpectedly, she was not afraid of the creature in the net at all, but sheltered it, and the fishermen looked at each other, and because she was a nobleman, she had to lower her posture and say, "Miss, you don't understand how dangerous it is." ”

"I know."

It's just that you're going to really shoot him, she thinks he has the ability to kill everyone present, and the male protagonist's halo is not covered.

As Serra approached the net, her sharp black tail fin became clear, she took a deep breath and looked at him with a trembling voice, "You go and get the injured man to the doctor, you will break him, and he will not be sold for a good price." ”

"Do you know this Kraken?"

"It's a merfolk." Serra corrected him, turned his head and said, "You can't kill him, he is your chance to make a fortune without food and clothing for the rest of your life." ”

The well-informed aristocratic lady said that they would make a fortune, and no one questioned the problem, and the two fishermen dragged the wounded man away from the splint, and the rest shrunk the nets, and slammed the sharp lines into its body, so that it could not move for half a minute.

The hanging fishtail had fallen to the deck in limp and pain, and Serra carefully rounded his tail to find the face hidden under the messy hair in the net.

His bare skin was crystal clear, his eyes were hidden behind his hair, and his lake-blue eyes, which were indistinguishable from human pupils, were covered with a faint film, like the ferocious eyes of his prey, comparable to the most dangerous predators on land.

Serra crouched slowly over the edge of the net, ignoring the clammy hem of her skirt that stuck to her lap, his gaze terrifying her, his blood stinging her eyes.

She suppressed her fears, clasped her hand tightly on her knee, and she heard her dry voice say softly to him, "I have no ill will, I am here to help you." ”

The cruelty and vigilance in those eyes hadn't subsided, and if it weren't for the pain of the nets cutting his skin, Serra was sure he would have burst out and bite off her head.

She swallowed her saliva, her fingers carefully pointing to the broken fishtail and part of her body, "I can help you heal." ”

After waiting for a while, he still didn't give her the slightest reaction, Serra thought he couldn't speak, she remembered that he seemed to be taught by Annahi to speak?

She pursed her lips, turned to a few fishermen, and said, "This thing must be done in secret, and if it causes a sensation, you will not get any of the value he brings." ”