Chapter 712 - Silver Palm Isle
Chapter 712: Silver Palm Isle
Helen gazed at Angor in shock.
“Sir, are you perhaps going to—”
Angor made a “shh” gesture and grinned. “You don’t have to say it. As for Roman, he’ll be fine as long as he sticks to his job. Or if he suddenly slacks off and wanders off somewhere… it can’t be helped if he runs into some minor trouble, right?”
Although he wasn’t going to explain what he meant in detail. With these said, he told Helen to return to her post.
“Just work and sleep as normal and pretend that our conversation never happened.”
“But is The Limpet going to be safe?”
“Calm down. I’m on the ship, you know? Surely I don’t want to sleep with the fishes.”
The silhouette of Silver Palm Isle was already in view. Helen clenched her hands as she scouted around for the giant monster, but she failed to see any trace.
Is it waiting for us below the surface?
The sailors on the deck were cheering loudly for getting to step onto dry land again. Even if it was a no-man’s land, it was worth celebrating.
The joyful sight further burdened Helen’s mind. Once again, she realized that mortals were too powerless against unknown threats, and they would die before knowing what claimed them.
She suddenly saw Roman leaving from his cabin. He was gazing at the dancing people below.
She was almost sure that Roman was smiling, and that smile wasn’t friendly. That man was like a victorious general gazing at defeated enemies who were going to get executed.
Yeah… funny to you, right? Winning fortune at the cost of others’ lives… Helen failed to contain the small hint of hatred in her eyes, which was seen by Roman.
Before she could worry about what would become of her, Roman was looking in another direction, where a sluggish middle-aged man with messy hair walked into the sunlight while yawning at the sky.
“Good morning!” Angor leaned against the railing and greeted Roman.
“You woke up a little too late, Mister Padt.”
“Yeah, I stayed up too late yesterday,” Angor said as he glanced at the island in the distance. “Oh, we reached land? So that’s why everyone’s so happy. It’s such a blessing to put your feet on solid ground after we’ve spent so much time on a ship.”
Roman scoffed. Bless? That will soon be your grave.
Seeing the island drew near, Roman looked more and more excited, and at the same time, a little afraid, for he fully knew what kind of terrible monster they were approaching.
He put a hand against his pocket, felt the nightmare stone safely kept, and calmed down.
“Just a little further…”