Chapter 227 - 96. The Waves

Chapter 227: 96. The WavesBai Mu sighed and didn’t try to act strong. After all, her husband was still lying wounded in her arms. They couldn’t be of much help by staying here, so she decisively nodded and said,

"I understand. We will set out tonight to return to the sea... Lady Moli, please be careful..."

Then she turned to Fischer and bowed deeply in gratitude,

"I truly appreciate your help. We will leave all this gold and jewelry for you as compensation. Please don’t refuse it; after all, we have nothing else to repay you with."

"Yes, indeed."

Bai Mu and Lingna left the large bag that was tied to Haru at the edge of the pool. Fischer glanced at the bulging bag on the shore and didn’t decline, simply nodding his head to accept.

Taking advantage of the fact that Ramasitia could still respond to prayers, they took Ramasitia’s "express" back to the sea.

Before leaving, Bai Mu took out everything that Moli’s Aunt Mu Xi had sent to the sea floor and handed it to Moli. Fischer also came over and discovered that, aside from letters, there were various kinds of human specialties. Fischer recognized several items, but there were also some he did not know.

"Goodbye, Mr. Fischer, Lady Moli!"

"Goodbye!"

Listening to Lingna’s clear, childish voice, Moli clutched at those items and waved to Bai Mu and the others in the pool until the current lifted and eventually caused them to vanish. It was only then that Moli lowered her raised hand.

The swimming hall quieted down, leaving only Moli and Fischer. She turned around somewhat embarrassedly and smiled at Fischer,

"I’m sorry, Mr. Fischer... I’ve troubled you."

"No, it’s fine."

But Fischer disregarded her words and instead stared intently at the items left by Mu Xi in her hand. A second later, he suddenly reached out and grasped a small iron box within the items, lifting it to examine closely.

The small iron box, having been soaked in the water for a long time, had faded a bit. One could only faintly see some traces of blue on it. But at the very center of the box, the Nali language engraved on it was still visibly clear. It bore a single line of words,

"Healing Room"

On the seaside at night, a villa at the mountain foot still had lights on.

The ocean pushed the waves toward the beach, which slowly withdrew back into the sea due to insufficient strength, before gathering force and attacking the shore once more.

An old man sat on a chair by the villa near the beach, quietly watching the waves lap against the sand with a profound gaze, unclear what he was thinking. After a long while, he sighed and said,

"Humans are like those weak waves crashing upon the sand, vainly dreaming of exploring a world not their own, even if they can only move forward a single step. But unlike the waves, human life is brief and fragile, and the cost of each failed exploration is often their precious life..."

Behind the old man’s chair, two beautiful ladies knelt on the ground with their heads slightly bowed, listening to the old man’s somewhat hoarse voice.

After the brief lament, the old man slowly stood up, his tall silhouette once again obscuring the hazy moonlight in the sky, and went to Anna’s side,

"Let’s talk about recent events. I heard that the Ocean Subhuman you captured tonight was rescued by his companion right under everyone’s watchful eyes?"

Anna turned pale upon hearing this and quickly bowed her head to the ground to apologize,

"I’m truly sorry... Master, his companion was not an ordinary person. I underestimated him."

"Heh heh..."

The old man gazed at Anna kneeling at his feet, daring not to make any movement, and squatted down gently, his voice soft,

"I don’t blame you. The ocean is vast and a world that can’t be seen through with human eyes, any anomaly, any miracle, can be accepted by the world. It is the sacred ground of life. Moreover, we no longer need that group of Ocean Subhumans to help us find the Son of the Sea. I already know the location of the Son of the Sea."

"Eh?"

Anna looked up in surprise but straight into the chilly gaze of the old man in front of her.

Suddenly, he reached out to grasp Anna’s head, his palm slowly exerting pressure as if to crush her skull.

A terrible pain spread across Anna’s face, a low moan emanating from deep within her throat, yet she remained unable to escape the old man’s gigantic palm,

"Heh..."

Seeing the stunning Anna emitting a low groan for survival, the old man smiled faintly and asked,

"Let’s continue talking about why the consumption records of Pink Hall appeared in the hands of the Griffin Party. I don’t believe that the meticulous Anna would make such an obvious mistake, or should I say, did you deliberately try to ruin my plans by exposing Pink Hall to the public?"

The more indifferent the old man’s words were, the more pained Anna’s expression became. She struggled to breathe for several seconds before she could explain with difficulty,

"It’s not... me... it was Kajie... she thought... by giving the information to the Griffin Party, she could... leave, so she..."

After hearing Anna’s words, the old man stared intently into her bloodshot eyes, then gently released his grip, allowing her to collapse to the ground instantly.

Anna lay on the ground, coughing continuously, as drops of fresh blood flowed down from her eyes and nostrils, falling onto the floor, as conspicuously vibrant as blooming roses.

The stench of blood wafted through the air, but the old man’s expression remained very calm.

"Oh, Kajie? Why didn’t you stop her?"

"I didn’t know! Master! She and I are sisters; I thought she had given up on her fantasies long ago. You always knew about her actions, who could have guessed she harbored these thoughts deep inside... If I had known earlier... If I’d known this was her thought, I could have stopped her sooner."

Anna’s voice trembled, and tears mixed with blood fell, as if full of regret, her fingernails digging into the ground.

The old man knew that Anna and Kajie were very close sisters; Anna regarded Kajie as her own younger sibling, and Kajie had always been the most obedient one under his command, helping Anna for years. If it truly was Kajie who did it, it was normal that Anna did not notice earlier.

"Where is she now?"

"I’ve dealt with her..."

Anna said, kneeling on the spot.

The old man, however, laughed after hearing this, slowly walking back to the windowsill, speaking to the night breeze,

"You’re clever, knowing that if I were to handle her, she’d be better off dead, so you gave her a swift end..."

"I took the initiative without permission... If the master wants to punish..."

The old man raised his hand, silencing her, then shook his head,

"Enough, what’s done is done. I will send someone to verify this, but I hope you haven’t lied to me..."

"I wouldn’t dare!"

"Since Pink Hall is currently the center of attention, lay low for a while; don’t get involved in anything and just focus on your business quietly, understood?"

"Yes."

"Kachina."

Kneeling beside Anna, Kachina, who had somewhat reveled in Anna’s misery, straightened up to face the old man, responding,

"I am here, Master."

"I’m entrusting the task of bringing back the Son of the Sea to your Healing Room; I will inform you of her whereabouts and identity in advance. Make sure not to disappoint me..."

"Yes, I promise to complete the task."

"Good, you may go now."

The old man waved them off, and Anna, wiping the blood from her face, slowly stood up and, after bowing to the old man, was just about to leave when the old man’s voice mixed with the night wind hit her, sending a chill through her heart,

"By the way... I remember Kajie had a little red mole on her chest, didn’t she? I liked that."

Anna pursed her lips and, seeming to understand what the old man was implying, bowed her head slightly and said,

"I will bring her to the Healing Room tomorrow... Goodnight, Master."

The old man smiled faintly, gazing at the calm sea, where the waves eternally attempted to reach the land, bravely facing annihilation and shattering, yet ceaselessly advancing toward the shore.

By contrast, are humans not such foolish creatures? Driven by the unknown, they must explore, paying the price with their lives for the sake of discovery, yet they never lose heart, and they celebrate this unwavering courage.

"Snap..."

The waves were unending, and two carriages parked at the gate silently left the villa, disappearing into the thick darkness.