Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 1449

The sun had set a little further, shining on Raul's face and staining it with a crimson color that resembled my blood.

He put down his book and water glass, put on his shoes, walked to the window, and watched the blood-red sun slowly sink into the sea before slowly speaking, "As darkness falls, that thing's power will increase. I hope Mr. Edogawa can have a friendly exchange with her."

“That thing is dangerous. Without your control, won’t something go wrong?” Captain David stepped forward and stood behind Raul, speaking with concern.

Raul looked at his reflection in the glass window, a cold expression appearing on his weathered face. "Heh, so what if there's trouble? They're just some poor people. Even if they all die, they're still dead."

“Even if all the passengers die, some of the sailors have been with us for years. If they die…” David’s voice was very soft, so soft that only Raul could hear it.

“Maybe this is fate. Just like my fate.” Raul closed his eyes, and after a moment spoke to his reflection in the glass, “Am I right? Fate is a strange thing. If I hadn’t gone to Marseille back then, maybe I wouldn’t have had so many hardships, and I wouldn’t be like this now! Maybe being a carefree newsboy in my hometown of Barcelona wouldn’t be so bad.”

"Don't be silly. If you hadn't gone to Marseille, you would have starved to death long ago if you had stayed in Côtes-de-Lat. You should be grateful for the gift of fate."

"A gift?"

"Yes, a gift!"

Raul muttered to himself, while the two Davids stood behind him, not daring to move, their backs already covered in a layer of cold sweat.

"Don't worry too much, there are just ordinary humans on board."

"Are those two islanders just ordinary humans? Don't forget, she used to be from an island nation too. Maybe there's some kind of connection between them?"

"If that's the case, then just kill them!"

"This seems difficult; those two are not simple."

"I'll make my move then!" With that, Raul closed his eyes, and a moment later, he opened the window.

The sea breeze rushed into the cabin as the windows were opened.

The salty, astringent smell was like an invisible hand, brushing across Raul's weathered face.

He reached up and smoothed his matted hair, then exhaled a long breath.

The stale air blew upwards, ruffling a few strands of gray hair and scattering the beads of sweat that had been scattered on his forehead.

Raul did not open his eyes immediately.

He captured everything in the wind in the darkness: the intermittent cries of seagulls in the distance, the dull sound of ropes beating against the mast, and the gentle yet firm rise and fall of the old ship beneath his feet in the waves.

The undulating rhythm is just like the beat of my own pulse.

“The wind has changed. If this Madeira were still a sailboat, we would need to start adjusting the mainsail now,” Raul said, opening his eyes and looking out into the darkness.

"We are a steamship, so we don't need to adjust the sails."

"Steamships are really boring; everything has to be done by machine."

"This will save a lot of manpower, allowing the ship to carry more cargo and supplies, so that our ships can sail further."

Raul looked up at the darkness in the distance. "Without her protection, can we get through that storm?"