Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 53: Whisper of a Dream
"The sea wind howled, gunfire rained down, and death lurked in the dark harbor."

"A brother and sister who have forgotten their past hold the key to their dreams."

The sea breeze howled, carrying a damp, salty smell across the harbor, swirling through the dim streets, and brushing past two figures moving quickly.

Calvino held Lilia's hand tightly and ran quickly on the slippery stone slabs, with each step carried out with a suppressed urgency.

Their breathing was shallow and rapid, and their heartbeats were like drums, ringing in their ears in the night.

The lights in the port were dim, appearing dotted on the sea surface, like ghost lights in the abyss, reflecting the layers of surging black waves.

The air was filled with the smell of alcohol and rotten fish. The noisy sounds of the tavern could be faintly heard through the night fog, but they had no time to pay attention and could only flee forward.

They had been on the run for so long that they had forgotten how many times this had happened.

At the street corner, Calvino suddenly stopped, stretched out his arm to stop his sister, and listened slightly.

His face was as calm as water, and the alertness between his brows made Lilia hold her breath.

She knew that Calvino's intuition was always accurate - danger was imminent.

He whispered two words: "Hide."

Lilia paused slightly, but retreated without hesitation, hiding behind a dilapidated wooden box next to her.

At the same time, Calvino slowly drew out the two pistols from his waist, pointing the muzzles at the night ahead, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

The air was silent, the tide was surging in the distance, and the next moment, several cold lights suddenly tore through the darkness, and musket bullets and sharp daggers attacked at the same time!
Calvino reacted extremely quickly, his finger pulled the trigger in an instant, and two bullets hit the dagger accurately, sparks exploding in the air.

His body sank and rolled over, avoiding the bullet. He tapped the ground with his toes and quickly hid in the shadow of the corner.

However, dark shadows gradually emerged from behind the eaves, dark alleys, and abandoned wooden barrels around them.

A dozen mysterious men in pirate costumes surrounded us from all directions, with cold eyes and brutal murderous intent like wild beasts.

They were surrounded.

A low, hoarse laugh came from the crowd, and a man in a black captain's coat slowly walked out, accompanied by steady footsteps.

His face was half hidden in the moonlight, and one could vaguely see a bloodthirsty sneer at the corner of his scarred mouth.

"Hand over Dream Whisper, Calvino, Lilia."

His voice was low and hoarse, like a strange whisper coming from the night fog at the harbor, with a hint of careless sarcasm.

"It doesn't belong to you, so be sensible."

Calvino's eyes were cold, and the muzzle of the gun was slightly raised, pointing at the man's eyebrows.

However, the other party didn't care at all, and even smiled even more, as if he had anticipated this scene.

Under the night sky, his lips opened and closed slightly, and he calmly uttered two words: "Open fire."

The gunshots exploded, echoing like thunder in the narrow streets. Bullets whizzed in, and the pirates pounced like wild wolves, their blades reflecting cold light, full of murderous intent!
Calvino suddenly dodged sideways and fired his pistol accurately in an instant, but he did not aim at the enemy, but at the flour bags piled on both sides of the street.

boom--!
As the gunshot rang out, the flour bag was pierced and dust immediately filled the air. The white mist, like the morning mist rising before dawn, instantly enveloped the entire street.

Before the pirates' vision could adjust, Lilia had already taken action.

Her figure moved silently in the dust like a ghost, and her slender swords flashed between her fingers. The blades shone with a cold light, reflecting her calm and sharp eyes.

Blood splattered, and the sound of the blade piercing the enemy's throat was swallowed by the night wind, short and deadly.

Her movements were as smooth as water, and she nimbly moved among the pirates. The blade emerged from the shadows, and every swing took a life.

At the same time, Calvino raised his gun, pulled the trigger, and aimed at the skylight of the warehouse.

Bang! The sound of shattering glass cut through the air. He quickly put away his gun and shouted to Lilia, "Go!"

Lilia suddenly jumped up, and with the help of the rebound force of the wall, she climbed up the skylight lightly, then reached out and grabbed Calvino's wrist. The two of them instantly climbed up and disappeared into the night.

The muffled sound of waves echoed from the distant harbor, drowning out the blood and wailing on the streets. Only the white dust drifting on the wind continued to slowly fall in the night. The pirate leader suddenly rushed out of the dust, his eyes burning with fury, and scanned the surroundings, trying to find any trace of the brother and sister.

However, his vision was obstructed by the grayish-white dust and fog, and he could only see a large number of messy footprints leading to the port in the north.

"They ran towards the port! Chase them!" He roared hoarsely, with murderous intent in his heart.

The pirates moved in response, firelight illuminated the night, gunshots exploded again, bullets tore through the air in the night, and poured densely towards the port.

They were like hounds stimulated by blood, pouncing towards the possible destination of the brother and sister with madness and greed.

However, they did not notice that on the other side of the street, a dark sewer entrance was quietly opening.

In the sewer, damp water flowed slowly, washing away the flour and blood on Calvino and Lilia.

They hid in the darkness, held their breath, and waited quietly for the pirates to go away.

Time passed slowly, with only the sound of falling water echoing in the narrow passage.

A few minutes later, Calvino poked his head out slightly and glanced across the distant street.

I saw the pirates gradually disappearing into the night, following the "false clues" they deliberately left behind.

He chuckled, turned over and climbed onto the stone platform, reached out his hand, and pulled Lilia up.

"Safe for now." There was a hint of comfort in his tone, but his eyes were still sharp, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

Lilia patted her sleeves, her brows still furrowed, and dark thoughts reflected in her eyes.

"But they won't give up easily..." she whispered.

However, the next second, a cold voice sounded faintly from behind.

"You two Excellencies, you seem to underestimate us."

Calvino's pupils suddenly contracted, he turned around abruptly, and pointed the gun at the dark alley!

In the darkness of the night, a figure slowly walked out.

His black cloak fluttered slightly in the wind, and his footsteps were light and silent, as if he didn't belong to this real world at all.

The moonlight penetrated the clouds and fell on his half-hidden face, reflecting a pair of deep eyes, calm and cold, as if condensed from the night itself.

He stood there, silent, but with an oppressive feeling that was hard to ignore and made people's heart palpitate.

Lilia's fingers slowly pressed on the hilt of the knife, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She couldn't explain her feeling - she had never seen the man in front of her before, but she felt a sense of familiarity that went deep into her bones.

Is it an illusion? Or a forgotten memory?

Calvino did not act rashly. His eyes were fixed on the visitor like a hawk, and every nerve was tense, as if he was on the edge of an abyss.

"Who are you?" His voice was low and he slowly retreated, trying to adjust his fighting position to gain the best opportunity for a possible battle.

The man in black did not answer directly, but turned his head slightly, his eyes falling on the faint light on Lilia's waist.

It was an ancient card, sealed in a special metal sheath, emitting a faint blue glow, like a sleeping dream - the whisper of a dream.

The corners of the man's lips slowly curled up into a faint arc, with a faint smile, as if he was whispering, or as if he was talking to himself.

"It... doesn't belong to you."

The air suddenly turned cold, and murderous intent spread like a tide, covering the street swallowed by the night.

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(End of this chapter)