abnormal mutation

Chapter 155 What Did They Do with Their Naked Bodies?

Several hours later, the cargo ship approached the coastline, then turned around and sailed north, accompanied by the lights of the land.

“It should be safe now. That should be Milmarcos.” On the bridge, Liam said, pointing to the lights in the distance.

“Yes, I already had a friend inform the head of the Milmarcos branch. They said they would send a ship to meet us in the waters fifty miles east of the lighthouse, and to refuel as well.” The friend Roland was referring to was, of course, Colin.

But he didn't tell Colin too many details, only that the Chamber of Commerce had suffered heavy losses and was being eyed by powerful enemies, and that he requested the branch to send people to provide support.

"Are you leaving?" Liam was a little unsure.

"Wait a little longer." Roland had also studied military strategy. What if the octopus monster appeared as soon as the spider web was removed?
This ship is now my biggest asset, so I can't afford to make any mistakes.

"Alright." Liam nodded slightly; it's never wrong to be cautious.

"I'm leaving the frogmen to you. Remember to let me know if there's any new information, especially about that Storm Council." Roland recalled the octopus monster's eyes and felt that he wouldn't give up.

“I understand. The Northern Merchant Guild is no pushover. We must make them pay the price.” Liam’s expression was grim.

Roland stroked his chin, his mind racing with recent events: "I think the Chamber of Commerce should expand its armed forces. The situation is likely to get chaotic, and we must prepare as soon as possible."

Having experienced so much, he had completely lost all hope in the Xide Empire's royal family and judicial system. With the collapse of the Law Enforcement Spirit Realm, the extraordinary individuals were no longer restrained; how could they willingly continue to endure poverty and the oppression of ordinary people?

“I will make a proposal to the committee, but it won’t be easy; there are too many places where money will be spent,” Liam sighed.

"Hmm." When it comes to making money and running a business, Roland doesn't know much, after all, his money didn't come from legitimate sources.

As dawn broke, the cargo ship finally met the merchant ship on the vast ocean.

The arriving member was Matthew, the commissioner in charge of Alustat County, who was stationed in Milmarcos. Together with Almosid, one was in the inner circle and the other in the outer circle, extending the Chamber of Commerce's influence throughout the North Bay.

Matthew belonged to Hussein's faction and initially wasn't too fond of Roland. However, after learning the truth, his attitude immediately underwent a complete 180-degree change.

But Roland had no time to watch him change his expression. He removed the spider web, gave Aileya a few instructions, and left.

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The Earl of Bernadotte Estate, a lakeside villa.

Roland anchored himself in his tuxedo and vanished into the real world.

The room was dimly lit and furnished in an unfamiliar way. The room, which was over a hundred square meters, was covered with a thick white carpet. A white, gilded wardrobe with exquisite carvings stood on one wall, with several plush toys hanging on the handles.

There was a large bed on the north side, more than three meters long and wide, without a mattress. A long-haired girl was sleeping soundly wrapped in a smooth velvet quilt, her breathing soft and long.

Roland's clothes were neatly folded in a box and placed in front of the dressing mirror by the window.

He sighed inwardly; it was to be expected that he would be discovered after being away for a night.

Fortunately, this world has extraordinary people, otherwise, there would definitely be a case of a person disappearing after being locked in a locked room and stripped naked.

He went out for a walk. This villa was not the one where the banquet was held last night. It was smaller, facing south by the lake, and apart from Beyana, the others were servants and guards. It was heavily guarded.

Would it be impolite to just leave?

Canceling someone's clothes and sneaking into their room to take clothes—it doesn't seem like something a good person would do.

He concealed himself outside the manor gate, then revealed himself by removing his hood.

The guards were startled; how did a person suddenly appear in front of them? "Hello, I am Roland Hohenzollern Otto, a director of the Northern Union Chamber of Commerce. I left my clothes in the lounge yesterday when I attended the banquet." Roland smiled slightly, the morning light shining on his face, his gentle gaze instantly endearing.

“So it’s Mr. Otto. I recognize you. Please come with me.” The middle-aged captain lowered his guard. He recognized Roland; he could never forget that face after just one meeting.

Moreover, the gossip about Roland and Beyana has spread throughout half the manor, and even those who have never met him have heard more than one version of the story.

The gate was quite far from the lakeside manor. When he stepped barefoot onto the gravel path by the lake, a tall figure in a trench coat was already standing at the villa entrance in the distance. His hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and his metallic limbs gleamed in the morning light.

As Roland approached, Beyana's gaze swept over his cloak and feet, a hint of helplessness on her face:

"You spent the whole night washing up? How did you get out? What were you doing naked? Your female companion probably thought I hid you."

The two waiters at the door couldn't help but chuckle. Their young lady was unlike other ladies who were reserved; she was always frighteningly straightforward.

"Ahem." Roland was also a little embarrassed. "Something urgent came up at the Chamber of Commerce, and I didn't have time to tell you."

"Come in." Beyana knew that extraordinary beings often possessed abilities that were difficult to explain, so she didn't press the matter, but she still harbored some resentment.

Throughout the entire ball, they didn't see him, and the guests' gazes were somewhat uneasy. After the ball, the Bosie siblings, unable to find Roland, feared something had happened to him and lingered for a long time, refusing to leave.

“What’s the big deal? You didn’t even have time to say anything? Grandpa always says I don’t care about etiquette or what other people think, but you’re even more special than me.” Beyana’s long, metallic legs were very agile, making a thumping sound as she stepped on the stairs.

“It was a matter of life and death, and something unexpected happened,” Roland said vaguely. “My mind was on the extraordinary, and I didn’t pay much attention to other things.”

“Extraordinary…” Beyana’s eyes dimmed as she repeated it softly.

Roland noticed her mood, his gaze falling on her limbs, and hesitated before speaking.

Beyana led him straight into her bedroom, pointing to a box next to the dressing mirror and saying, "It's all in there. The bathroom is over there."

"Thank you." Roland picked up the suitcase, turned and went into the washroom, quickly changing his clothes.

After emerging, Beyana was sitting in front of the vanity mirror combing her hair, her movements somewhat stiff. This complex combination of movements was clearly beyond the capabilities of the metal arm.

Beyana turned her head to look at him, her eyes filled with amazement, and exclaimed, "So handsome! No wonder the jewel of the Carmen family is so fascinated. Heh, the Carmen family is known for its obsession with good looks."

She appeared carefree, but Roland could sense her envy; what girl would like to be covered in metal?

"I heard... you've been like this since you were little?" He tried to keep his voice as soft as possible.

“Yes, it’s congenital limb atrophy. We’ve spent a lot of money, but it can’t be cured.” Beyana didn’t care at all; she had long since accepted it.

"There are many ways to regenerate limbs, why didn't you try extraordinary methods?" Roland asked in confusion.

"Hmm?" Beyana put down the comb and looked him up and down strangely. "Looks like you're pretty good, huh? You make it sound so easy?"

"So-so, but someone like Nelson is easy to handle." Roland said, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips, half-jokingly.

"You didn't get your position as a director just by talking, did you?" Beyana wasn't extraordinary, but she knew that the middle and lower ranks were like an insurmountable chasm, not something that could be easily crossed.

"No, it's mainly about looks. Maybe I'll be a committee member in a while," Roland chuckled.

He wasn't just making things up. The election of committee members for the Northern Chamber of Commerce is mainly based on strength; race, ability, and background are not the core factors.

His fighting ability is stronger than those of the committee members like Liam; it's only a matter of time before he becomes a committee member.

(End of this chapter)