Mary watched as Matteo, carrying the suitcase, stepped off the Clover, and watched as the young man's back turned into a thin needle and slipped into the narrow path behind the dockyard, breaking out of her field of vision.

The four-leaf clover's hull shook violently, and Mary came back to her melancholy, and for some reason, she had a bad feeling when she saw Matteo's overreaction to the note, and now resolutely disembarking with her luggage.

Although Mary is an extraordinary person in the "lawyer" path, she has a captain who believes in fate, sails on a ship characterized by good luck and bad luck, and even if she does not specialize in abundant spirituality, she still does not miss a single subtle intuition.

And the shaking just now was also very strange, so I used this as an excuse to ask the captain's room, and there was nothing abnormal about it.

Mary quickly knocked on the closed door of the captain's quarters, but when she turned the doorknob, she found that the room was locked from the inside.

Mary punched twice more hard outside the door of the captain's room: "Captain? Captain Aaron! You're in there!"

There was the sound of something being knocked over, and a strange cry of pain in the room, but there was no response to Mary's knock.

"Don't hide and keep quiet, I know you're in the house!" The exhaustion of a busy night poured hot oil on Mary's temper as she banged on the door and shouted, "I just gave Matteo that money bag, but he—"

The door suddenly opened a crack, and the hinge that connected to the hull made an extremely screeching sound that startled Mary, and the last punch simply landed directly on the head that suddenly poked out—but it was swiftly dodged by the other party.

Aaron's face was bandaged, not only covering the wound on his head, but now his eyes were tightly closed. When Mary got the money bag a few minutes ago, she hadn't seen Aaron in such a desperate posture, and she didn't understand what he was crazy about here.

"Matteo gone?"

"Well, he saw a note in his money bag and hurriedly got off the boat, as if he was afraid that something would happen."

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and groped twice, brushing aside the bandage in front of him, and then he opened the door to the captain's room, "Anyway, he's really gone...... Come in and talk about it."

With a bang, the door slammed shut behind Mary, and she looked around the captain's room strangely, stopping for two seconds on the central crystal ball that controlled the Clover, noticing anything unusual in the room, except for the pungent smell of incense oil.

Mary then turned to Aaron, "You've been avoiding Matteo for the past few days, what do you see in him?"

"Am I acting obvious?" Aaron scratched the bandaged area, and the wound underneath was a little itchy.

"No, because you're usually very unreliable, and we're used to it." Mary said calmly, "It's just that your nervousness just now reminds me of the various situations of the previous days, and the reason for regression from the result is always easier than simple guessing."

Aaron walked over to his desk, pulled out a rag from some dark compartment, and wiped a fragrant liquor with a small piece of glass next to it.

When Mary walked to the table, she noticed that most of the things on the table had been removed, leaving only a pile of bottles and cans, with extinguished candles and ashes in the middle: "You just had a ceremony?"

"Ah, I've been doing this for the past few days, and I've dreamed of some very horrible scenes......" Aaron frowned, and sat back in his chair with a gloomy face.

Mary's unpleasant premonition was getting stronger: "What is the ritual?"

Although he still had the rag in his hand, Aaron didn't seem to remember to put it down: "I just ...... Praying to a hidden being."

"Wait, tell me clearly, who the hell are you praying to? It's Thoma who can hear the whisper of the 'Hidden Sage', not you! Sober up, aren't you being fooled by something!?"

Mary rushed up to Aaron with a lunge, grabbed him by the collar and began to shake violently, almost dragging the haggard Aaron to it

Go up to the ground.

The "Barbarian" as the eighth sequence of the "lawyer" path, the strengthening of strength should not be underestimated, and Aaron did not struggle, but he felt that the situation that was giving him a headache at the moment was familiar, and Thoma seemed to have brought Mary to the ground again......

Aaron's luck was good, and there was a knock at the door, interrupting Mary's brutal barrage of questioning, and she threw the undignified captain back into her chair and went to open the door in a menacing manner.

As she walked, Mary exclaimed, "I can't control you, but I'm going to tell Thoma and Mr. Alexander!" How dare you pray to an unknown being, are you really dead?"

Aaron subconsciously wanted to put his hand on his face, but he smelled a smell of wine on the rag, and he quickly threw the still wet rag aside: "No, you calm down first, I did this because of some strong premonition, and this thing-"

"You don't need to explain, you're not responsible for the crew of the Clover!" Mary angrily interrupted Aaron, then pulled the door open.

Outside the door stood a serious-looking Alexander and a smiling Thoma, but in Mary's knife-like eyes, Thoma quickly restrained his smile: "I'm sorry, I heard the movement inside, I couldn't hold back."

Mary held her breath in her chest and slapped the door frame hard, "Then you heard that, right? Aaron prayed to some unknown being—"

Alexander lifted the heavy lens on the bridge of his nose, "I asked him to tell the divination."

As soon as these words came out, Mary felt her throat almost pinched, and she stammered for two seconds, then shook her head vigorously, "This is a very dangerous move, I can't accept it—"

Thoma patted Alexander on the shoulder, took a half-step forward, and motioned for Mary to follow the two back into the captain's room, "That's what we're dealing with now, Mary. Clover, our old friend, this princess ......."

When Thoma's voice lowered, Alexander did not hesitate to continue, "It will be destroyed in a month and a half."

Mary's shoulders collapsed, and her completely calm eyes scanned back and forth at several elders she trusted, and finally landed on Aaron's wry smile.

Mary always felt as if she had once again gone back to the day when she had lost the news of her parents forever, and then, like that young child, could not do anything, understood nothing, and was hidden behind the kind lies of all men.

Without the expected hysteria, without an emotional outburst, Thoma glanced at Alexander and watched Mary re-walk to Aaron, who was sitting behind her desk.

Mary stood at her desk and looked at the captain who was always a headache for the crew, not very respected, but still recognized by everyone, and never made any wrong decisions.

Her voice was calm, as she looked completely away from emotion: "At least, I want to know why, everyone on this ship has the right to know."

"Because it's a 'fate' appointment, I've tried, and there's no other possibility. I know it may be difficult for you to understand that you can take this as an inevitable, a disaster on the way, and Princess, this ship ......."

Aaron's voice was also a little suppressed: "Seriously, Mary, no one wants the 'Clover' to be intact more than me, how I hope to survive this disaster safely, and if not, then I will let her go after that terrible fate."

He got up from his chair and walked over to the crystal ball embedded in the wall, looking at the silver thread that turned inside with a rather affectionate look: "No one understands her better than I do."

"You're so disgusting now."

Thoma's interruption wiped out the sad atmosphere in the room, and he stepped forward and patted Mary on the shoulder, "So we have decided to let everyone change ships in Olavi and go to Baiam in batches, and stay there for a while longer, but we haven't had time to inform you yet."

Mary hung her head in frustration, but was caught by something under the table, and she leaned over to pick it up, finding it a very ordinary note

Ben, with its neat and delicate font, was familiar, and reminded Mary of what she had first asked when she stepped into the captain's room:

"But what about Matteo? What about him?"

Alexander recognized what Mary had picked up, "Is that Matteo's diary?" You went straight to the prayer ceremony behind the two of us?"

Aaron was still stroking the crystal ball embedded in the hull, but his expression was very weak no matter how he looked at it: "I followed the revelation of fate and tried many times, but there was no response......

Thoma, who has been whispering from a secret existence for many years, couldn't help but sneer, "Heh, I'm glad I didn't see you explode directly in the cabin."

"If Aaron did explode, no one on this ship would survive, after all, he was already a demigod." Alexander calmly came to the conclusion that no one wanted to hear.

Aaron glanced at Mary, who was still staring at the notebook in her hand, and Aaron had to speak, "Matteo has an ominous shadow on him, and if he continues to stay on the Clover, that omen of death will surely come true." But I saw a turnaround for him, and Olavi had a chance to lead him to life, so I reminded him a little."

「…… It's uncomfortable to hear you say that."

Mary muttered quietly, for in her heart she knew very well that the omens that Aaron had "peeped on" had never come to fruition.

After Alexander spread his palms, Marie had to hand over Matteo's diary, but she still didn't give up and asked, "Is there really no way?"

Aaron smiled and patted the crystal ball beside him: "When the disaster comes, maybe there will be a turnaround...... You know, four-leaf clovers are lucky to be one in a million."

After a pause, he put away the smile on his face: "But I can't let you accompany me to take such a risk, don't worry, if I am destined to die, fate will not let me go, it will definitely not be this time."

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