This explanation is very reasonable, the mermaid's own charm skills can always make humans deceived and unable to find the north.

Serra rubbed the tip of his erect nose, "You're not the first merfolk to come ashore. ”

"Hmm." Roshide's wet webbed claws reached into the large black skirt that spread out into a trumpet, and the soft little flesh was gently grasped into his palm, "There are mermaids who have lived on land, that's not a legend. ”

"Lossid—" Serra pressed his hand, and a tingle rose from his tail vertebrae.

"You want jewelry, I can give you a lot." Roshide slowly pressed her lips, her blue eyes glowing with longing, and the seductive girl unconsciously let go.

He traced the shape of her lips carefully, not sparing a little corner of her lips, and his webbed fingers tucked away their sharp nails, and only gently touched them with his unmarked palms.

Annahi, who had everything in her eyes outside, leaned her back against the wall, her fingernails scratching the floral wallpaper in the hallway, marking four marks.

...

The night was too dark.

The trees outside the manor made the rustle of the leaves, the drizzle gradually expanded, the wind swayed, and the torrential rain continued.

The quiet, dark manor, a thunderbolt slammed above its head.

The locked fence gate at the top of the tank was broken by the mermaids, and he nimbly slipped out of the opening, and the sound of his wet tail landing on the wooden floor was not small, but it didn't attract anyone's attention because of the thunder.

Sleeping hazy, Sierra felt only a damp coolness sink into the warm bed.

Something was wrapped around her thighs, a large ice cube was stuffed in her neck socket, a low chant was wrapped around her ears, and something was biting her ears and neck with her teeth.

Serra's breathing was heavy, a little breathless, and she looked like she was about to wake up.

She tried to wake up from this ghostly bedside state, her mind screaming wildly, but her body did not move, allowing the dense scales to scratch her skin and slowly envelop her.

Wait a minute... Why did she think it was scales?

Serra's fingers moved, and quickly went limp, uncontrollably.

Pestering her and kissing her for a while, the giant fishtail gently moved away, and the merfolk picked up the half-sleeping Serra with both hands, trying to move from the floor without a drop of water to the window, but it was more troublesome for him than moving from the tank.

When he came with his tail, he had already scraped off a few scales, and it would be difficult to walk an inch on the shaggy carpet with the person in his hand.

He had no legs and no experience on land, and even if the rain would continue to wet his tail and bring strength during the storm, he would not be able to safely carry her into the sea.

Realizing that he couldn't take her away, Losheed, who barely used his tail fin to stand up, stared out the window at a large landscape of only soil and an artificial lake, and the lake's blue eyes were disappointed and gloomy.

Still have to have legs... Yes.

He needed a pair of legs like hers.

...

Had nightmares all night, the nightmares were dispelled by the servant's panicked screams.

Serra, who was lying on the carpet, suddenly opened her eyes and sat up with her body free, and the dry bedding covering her body also fell.

She rubbed her eyelids, her eyes rolling around and finding the room in shambles.

The half-wet and half-dry futon was forcibly dragged to the ground, the dry half was covered by her, and the shaggy carpet in front of her had deflated for a long time, and a black fish scale lay quietly.

Serra leaned over to scratch at the scales, and unexpectedly saw the long silver hair scattered at the end of the bed.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she exclaimed, "Lossyd! ”

Lying on the floor like a dead fish all night, the dehydrated mermaid barely propped herself up against the wall, not daring to look into her angry eyes.

The vague memories of being pressed into bed by the ghost last night are true, and this guy really just dragged his tail and ran to her bedroom.

More worried than angry, Sierra got up and paced to Losheed's side and crouched down, looking at the broken scales below his abdomen, and said angrily, "Don't you want to die!" Why come out of the tank in the middle of the night! ”

The pretty mermaid bowed her head and said nothing, her lips dry.

The servants who had been the first to scream had already found the wet marks and scraped fish scales on the floor, and Serra hurriedly found a coat and draped it over his shoulders.

"Miss Serra!"

Thomas, who was holding a pistol and looked frightened, stood at the front, Lizzie and Josie, who were still wearing pajamas, stood in the back, and the servant master, the marine expert, a dozen people, all crowded at the door of her room.

Catching a glimpse of the black muzzle, Serra threw himself around Lossid's neck, pulled his head into his arms, and hurriedly said, "He's afraid of thunder!" There was a lot of thunder last night! He was scared and escaped from the tank! ”

The mermaid labeled as a heavy danger leaned obediently against her chest.

"Thunder? Mermaids living in the deep sea are afraid of thunder? "Edward was the first to ask questions, which was counterintuitive.

His suspicious gaze looked Loheed up and down.

Seeing that he was currently not lethal and still very weak, Thomas slowly put down the pistol in the spirit of precious items and research value.

"The last time he was caught on the shore was because he was struck by lightning." Serra said in a daze, taking her serious attitude to the extreme, "The thunder last night startled him, and he didn't have a high IQ, so he broke into my room in a panic. ”

This is a more reasonable reason, Lizzie did learn from the boss of the freak show that the mermaid was struck by lightning before going ashore.

After he spoke out in recognition of Serra's words, Thomas touched his chin and thought, and Edward took out the pen and notebook he had brought with him and recorded on it, "Could it be that merfolk also have stress trauma?" ”

Serra replied, "Cats and dogs can be stressed, and mermaids are no exception." ”

Thomas said, "Okay, let's get him back in the tank first, he looks like he's going to die of dehydration." ”

Lizzie immediately commanded several male servants to help, and instructed: "I bought it for a lot of money, and I can't let him die." ”

The mermaid without attack power is like a well-behaved little sheep, even if it is carried by someone, its webbed claws have to firmly grasp Serra's hand.

Sierra also had a stomach full of questions, and was dragged out by him.

Annahi followed behind her, "Didn't you notice the mermaid broke into your room all night?" ”

Her question is also something that everyone wants to know.

Serra shook her head and explained half-truthfully: "I was completely asleep when he came in, and I wouldn't have known what was going on if it weren't for the servant's screams in the morning."

"It's obvious." Edward tucked his pen into his notebook and said to her, "The merfolk are obsessed with you, and they probably want to think of you as a mate." ”

Annahi froze, and Serra lowered her gaze, staring suspiciously at the merfolk whose tails had become dull due to severe dehydration.