Chapter 197


    The Merman, My Man by ck Velvet Chapter  197


    The Merman, My Man by ck Velvet Chapter 197


    As I leaned on the scaffolding and looked out across the boundless ocean, I took a deep breath.  Then,


    I lifted my diary into the air and threw it firmly into the ocean, and it soon disappeared  beneath the


    waves.


    Doing that seemed to stir ripples upon my heart, and the agony extended from my chest  throughout


    my body. Even so, I held back my tears and forced a smile.


    Dayster, the Seeker made port at the famous Floating City of Venice.


    David hade to attend an auction held at an underground casino. We would be selling the


    treasures we had salvaged out of shipwrecks and converting them to dors, but it was very


    dangerous even if the trade earned us maximum profit.


    The Italian mafia was divided into arge number of ns. Therefore, even if David had been a


    longtime partner of the Mora family, other families would have their eyes on our goodies, and  they


    would alsoe up with any reason to try to snatch territories belonging to the Mora  family. That


    would always gue us with considerable problems, and the reason we had to be  really cautious.


    It was only natural, since the Mora family had a monopoly over the canal logistics of Venice,  which was


    a cause of discontent for the other families.


    The location where we would make our trade was within a narrow and winding alley, but it was  very


    close to a prison and a necessary route for transporting refugees. Having a bad feeling about  that, I


    said, ”This route doesn’t lead to a dead end, does it? Don’ t transport us straight into  prison now


    ”Haha! You’re still such a coward, even though you’ve been with us for so long, ” the others  teased.


    Once we left the canal, David’s contact showed up. He gave us a ride on a gond—the only  method


    of transportation around these parts—and slowly rowed it towards the casino.


    The gond parted the waves of the narrow canal, and it looked as if we were journeying across  the


    stars as the river reflected the lights from the bars and residences around us. From time to  time, we


    could hear courtesansughing coquettishly as they drew their customers of the night,  and it was


    somewhat intoxicating.


    I lowered my gaze at the waters, and remembered the first time I ventured into Lemend. The  boat


    Gary and I rode gently sailed through a deep gorge just like this one, and my gaze turned distant even


    as the river flowed beneath us…


    As I spaced out a little, a mystical force seemed to tug at me, and I nkly turned to look behind  us.


    In the distant end of the canal where water and lights intertwined, a familiar dark figure was  watching


    me fixedly as well, his gaze at once deep and prating.


    I narrowed my eyes in surprise and delight, but the dark figure faded into the crowd in a sh. At  the


    same time, the lights around us flickered and the waters beneath us continued to flow, as if to tell me


    that I had merely been seeing things.


    Yes, it would be outrageous if it was true—why would Dicken show up here anyway?


    “Hey, Linda? What are you dreaming about this time? You’re spacing out again! “ Mike—the  crewmate


    beside me—pped me on the shoulder, pulling me out of my reverie in an instant.


    He was a burly Russian who was a wanted criminal like me… although his crimes paled in parison


    to mine.


    As a matter of fact, there wasn’t a single crew member of the Seeker who hadn’t broken thew.  That


    was why we were all vagabonds who had homes we couldn’t return to, with David offering  us refuge


    while we worked for him in turn.


    For my part, I hold considerable value to the crew, since the mutation Dicken had given me  granted


    me the supernatural ability to stay underwater for longer periods of time.


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    Back at the present, Mike passed me a small handgun and said, “Hold on to this—David has  already


    given us both orders to keep watch outside. Don’t you space out on the job! “


    “You don’t have to worry! “ I chuckled, handily stuffing the gun behind my hip. Beneath my aviator


    sunsses, my eyes were warily studying our surroundings.


    To avoid Interpol’s pursuit, I had cut my ck hair into a bob cut and dyed it to resemble a  blonde


    Caucasian. I also constantly kept a hat on and wore insoles in my shoes—the very image  of a


    delinquent who was not to be trifled with, which naturally spared myself a lot of trouble as  well.