Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

"Huh? What's so strange about that? It's just loot from when we robbed the Sarkaz caravan."

W has learned a lot of common sense and knowledge compared to before, but unfortunately, she is still not very interested in Terra's culture and history, and does not understand the Inquisition's sensitive attitude towards the Sarkaz.

She had many Guardian Gun trophies, so she didn't take Elena's question seriously at all.

"Speaking of which, why do you Iberians also like using guns so much? And those churches, they're practically identical to those Lateran churches in the photos, it's just annoying to look at them..."

Clearly, W's obedience and politeness were limited to Lotin and Theresa; to others, she still habitually wore a sour face.

"Little Sprout, have those hypocritical Sarkaz people ever come to help you?"

"Could it be that they were never here in the first place?"

W has a habit of using plants to refer to people, and most of the time it carries a contemptuous connotation. When the topic involves Sarkaz, W's words become even more sarcastic and bitter.

She had intended to continue, "Then what's the difference between you Iberian Liberia and the Liberia lackeys of Lateran?" but she glanced at Lotin, who seemed too preoccupied to pay attention to her, and abandoned the idea.

If I'm too arrogant, I'll probably upset him.

Come to think of it, he hadn't focused on himself for a long time—since she pledged her allegiance and allegiance to Nautilus, the conqueror who was the demon king.

"No, why would I want to attract his attention?"

"I'd rather take it myself than have it given to me."

W shook her head violently. Was it because she wanted to taste more sweetness? Needless to say, what Theresa taught her went without saying, and Nian's teachings had indeed enabled her to concoct even more powerful Originium explosives. All of these were resources provided to her by Lotin.

Damn it, after being tormented by him for so long, have my thoughts started to become strange...?

"A little, little bean sprout?"

“Lord Nautilus, is your servant being too rude?”

Elene, who sees herself as a warrior, hates being judged for her petite stature, but she is indeed petite and delicate. Reality is cruel and unforgiving.

“Little bird, what she said is true. I have no reason to scold her.”

"I once kicked and broke two statues of the Sakorta Saints in Tidestone Town. Are you going to use the law to judge me for that, little bird?"

Loting was quite happy to hear W rant about the Sarkaz from time to time. Although not every Sarkaz individual could be generalized, in the Great Silence, they had indeed turned their promised salvation into a shameful lie and betrayal.

The inexperienced yet stubborn little bird was speechless for a moment, and could only suppress its smile until it turned red with doubt and unease.

Suddenly, Luo Ting smelled the fragrance of wine, and strands of blue hair fluttered in front of him. Someone who was used to being carefree ran out of the Mountain and Sea Scroll.

"So this is the place you've been dreaming of, the ship..."

"ocean......"

"I have never seen such a sight with my own eyes, although the old man has memories of this vast body of water."

Ling, who had emerged from the Mountain and Sea Scroll, was quite curious about the Fool's Ship—or rather, quite curious about Luo Ting's experiences.

"Miss Ling, given your relationship with him, isn't it rather impolite to inquire about these matters?"

Laurentina's eyes flashed with a fierce light as she stared intently at the unusually appearing order.

Skadi's knuckles were already cracking.

Meanwhile, the doctor was considering whether to use some of Anana's terminal permissions to teach this alcoholic with no sense of boundaries what social distancing is.

"No matter what, you and I are close friends who can talk and drink together, so there's no need to be so heartless."

"It's just that when we were drinking and chatting, I felt that he had something on his mind that made him uncomfortable."

Ling's expression remained enigmatic, and Luo Ting couldn't quite figure out why she had provoked these three.

"The crew accommodation area is just ahead, and Haisi's activities have become more active."

"If you don't want to get involved in unnecessary fighting, just stand obediently by my side, and I'll burn these bastards."

Lotin ignored the poet who had become interested and led the group through the crew quarters.

The officers' lounge was filled with a number of damaged artworks: a huge oil painting that had been torn apart, a broken white stone statue, and a dented bronze relief.

Everything in the washroom was spotless, and water was still flowing from the tap.

Strange noises came from the crew quarters, as if something was repeatedly striking a hard object, mechanical and monotonous.

This dormitory room is...

Luo Ting's dormitory was right across from this one, and the reason Luo Ting remembered this dormitory was because it was the dormitory of that cable operator.

Luo Ting instinctively tore open the dormitory door completely. The inside was in a mess, filled with the smell of mold and the stench of dead bodies.

A skeleton, dressed in the same sailor uniform as Lotin, was found. The uniform was badly damaged, but the number on it was still barely legible.

"So it was you, you coward!"

The remains of the cable operator were being repeatedly struck by a small, emaciated dinosaur, which was rolling on the ground, the source of the impact sound.

The brass giant crushed the dinosaur and its skull together with his foot, then gave the coward who had killed him the middle finger.

Immediately afterwards, W felt utterly defeated in the realm of swearing for the first time.

Chapter 223: Alfonso Under the Pomegranate Tree

"This is your end, you treacherous coward."

After being trapped in the dormitory and having his head kicked around like a ball by a terrifying fish, it was a rather fitting end for this coward.

"Mercenaries, burn this place down."

Witnessing the destruction of one's enemy always brings immense satisfaction, but the fact that he couldn't personally eliminate the coward who had brought him to his death left Luo Ting with a slight sense of regret.

"Your decree, Your Highness."

W couldn't believe she had become so polite to Lodin. She prepared an appropriate amount of Originium explosives and, following Lodin's orders, erased the crew quarters that had remained unchanged for 60 years.

"The lower hall is much more spacious, leaving little room for those bastards to hide."

Luo Ting looked around, and a pair of deep blue eyes caught his attention. It was a sea creature, but it was draped in a white rag, with a brass bracelet on its wrist and an exquisitely crafted brass pocket watch at its waist.

Loting knew who the pocket watch belonged to.

"First Mate Garcia, you've become such an ugly sight."

"Do you recognize what that Haisi was originally?"

Lotin's words alerted Graceia. When a deep-sea hunter associates a creature with a human, it often means that the poisonous blood has already penetrated deeply enough, even if the creature was originally a human.

"Its pocket watch, Consul. Your nerves seem too tense, gripped by fear and inner demons. How can you hunt?"

"Or have you been crushed by the shadow of the monsters during your long years of hunting?"

“You used to tease me that my nuns and hunters had become weaker than before, but they are now more fearless than you, Consul.”

Lotin could clearly sense that Gladys had become somewhat neurotic due to the overwhelming shock of common sense she had received from him, to the point of almost becoming paranoid.

"Who is defiling my Iberia? Insolent fools!"

Accompanied by a clear chime, a powerful and deep male voice echoed in the empty golden hall.

The lights in the hall flickered one by one, and the sea creature landed in the position of the throne.

On this great Iberian ship, there was a throne. A crystallization of arrogance, a fruit of power, and an accomplice of a foolish civilization.

Garcia wore a crown, and the rag he wore was the same color as the curtain.

It knelt quietly beside the throne, clearly the most intimate object of its presence. Like a former queen and close advisor, serving the golden sun of Iberia.

A moment later, a person emerged from behind the throne.

Why did you board my ship?

"Answer me, answer me, great Alfonso, what are you here for?"

"Why break the silence to find this ship, 'My Iberia,' which has been neglected for decades?"

“Let’s start with your answer, Old Iberian—”

The man stopped moving, his gaze never leaving Luo Ting.

"You are, you are!"

The excitement caused the mucus to seep into the person's lungs, triggering a series of rustling coughs.

"Captain Alfonso, don't you remember me? The crew roster shouldn't be rotten yet, right?"

The salvage worker walked forward slowly and steadily, speaking with a hint of anger, without backing down.

"Aren't you welcoming me? Aren't you welcoming the crew of the Fool back to her return?"

Elena was incredulous.

She had seen Hai Si's face before. Becoming a judge at such a young age required diligent study. She needed to thoroughly study the scriptures, remember history, and let the creed become her strength.

This Haisi calls himself Alfonso?

It claims to be the greatest captain in Iberia? Elena tells herself that's impossible. By all accounts, Captain Alfonso is now in his twilight years, but "this sea creature" looks even younger than Alfonso was before he set sail.

Eleanor knew she was wavering. But she couldn't be so weak.

Connotils also admitted it, and the salvage crewman on the Fool also admitted it, that he was indeed the hero Alfonso.

"Impossible, impossible!"

Eleanor almost screamed, but Lotin clearly didn't have the patience to discipline a child right now.

"Shut your mouth, you chattering little bird."

"Dario, keep your students in check."

Loting's words carried a fierce tone, as if he wanted to rip out Elinie's tongue.

Of course, he wouldn't actually do that.

“Poor salvage worker, I remember your name is Luo, Luo... Ting.”

"A rather strange name for Iberians."

The captain was quite impressed with the capable but oddly accented salvage worker.

To be honest, it's completely meaningless whether Luo Ting's real name is revealed or not now. It's normal for different places to have different names for him. For example, the people of Yan only call him "Gonggong".

"You weren't the only one caught in the raging storm, but you're the only one who survived."

"Ah, 60 years, my new Iberia has been built in these 60 years, and you, how did you survive, you unfortunate salvage worker?"

"You betrayed the Fool and chose to be a shameful deserter?"

"Or perhaps you made a deal with the filth of the abyss, asking them to send you back from the bottomless abyss?"

Alfonso looked at the brass giant and wondered, "Strange, are the diving suits on the ship really that tall?"

4 meters? No, this brass giant is a full 10 meters tall.

"Where are the two Agorians? My Iberia does not welcome Agorians. Have you been bewitched by the Sirens' beauty and song, poor sailors?"

"No, they are not Agorians, absolutely not."

"They are, those ** are calling her name."

Alfonso heard the crowd calling for Isamara, but Skadi herself pretended not to hear.

"Isn't it you, Captain, who has survived for 60 years by relying on the flesh and blood of those monstrous creatures?"

"Don't be so rude to my nuns and hunters, Captain. My respect for you comes with conditions."

Lotin no longer addressed this former phantom with respect, even though Captain Alfonso did not have a direct relationship with him, it was still somewhat related to his poor judgment in choosing a subordinate.

Moreover, he showed disrespect to his nuns and hunters.

The truth is, although he is still struggling, he has been irreversibly assimilated by Hai Si. Without the technology to create Deepsea Hunters, he is powerless to reverse the situation, and his spirit has gradually approached its limit in the long struggle.

“There is a despicable coward among your crew, and the cable was cut by someone else.”

"The Fool didn't give me a chance to go through thick and thin together."

Sparks flew as the giant anchor scraped against the floor of the brass hall; the brass giant still harbored some anger towards the ship that had abandoned him.

"Ah, I remember, that alcoholic wimp. He locked himself in his room and refused to come out, and eventually starved to death."

Alfonso agreed with Lottin's assessment, and he also scoffed at the cowardly man.

"Then, sailor, tell me, what has become of Old Iberia?"