Chapter 412: Storm
Chapter 412: Storm
"Manda, stay on the deck."
"All passengers and regular sailors, please return to the cabin immediately and do not remain on the deck."
"A storm is coming!"
On the deck of the Seven Seas Alliance ship, the sailors were in a hurry, spreading the word.
The dark clouds on the horizon announced the arrival of a heavy downpour.
In the core territory of the Seven Seas Alliance, this was a rare and unlikely event.
Even with the seafolk towing the ships, making them unafraid of the approaching storm, the deck was by no means a safe place.
Many obeyed the command and took refuge inside the cabin.
However, there were still some who refused to leave, and they even cursed at the sailor who had warned them earlier:
"Look ahead, this is a sea storm!"
"This once-in-a-lifetime scene, I must capture this moment on my canvas."
The sailor stepped forward to block him and reminded him:
"Sir, you can't..."
"Let me go, this is exactly what I need!"
"I want to capture this storm in my art!"
The painter flicked his wrist, and a blob of paint flew from the tip of his brush, knocking the sailor to the ground.
He cursed angrily:
"You philistine! You don't appreciate the value of precious things!"
The painter no longer paid attention to the sailor lying on the deck.
Dragging his canvas, he walked towards the front, his eyes filled with fervor, determined to be the first to welcome the storm.
"Storm! Let the storm come with greater fury!"
Bang! Lindsey knocked the painter unconscious with one blow and helped the sailor up from the deck.
Amidst the sailor's continuous thanks, Lindsey tossed the painter into the cabin and then headed downwards with Wah Wah Wah by his side.
He asked alertly:
"Wah Wah Wah, won't these artists deliberately sabotage the ship in pursuit of their so-called art?"
The maiden nodded immediately:
"You guessed it right!"
"Some of them who seek sorrow, tragedy, or a cruel sense of beauty are capable of such acts."
Lindsey frowned:
"If something like this happens to an ordinary person, how can they resist these Awakened ones?"
Wah Wah Wah's eyes darkened:
"There's a saying that the strong should have the right to humiliate the weak."
"But thankfully, in this world, there are more normal people, and it's the same among the Awakened."
"Such acts are not tolerated in the Seven Seas Alliance. If anyone commits such a crime, they will be handed over to the Art Review Committee upon discovery."
Lindsey asked curiously, "What are the sentencing standards for such reviews?"
Wah Wah Wah lowered her head and replied:
"Usually, blood for blood, but sometimes it may lean towards the Awakened."
"..."
The two quickened their steps towards the cabin.
Wah Wah Wah did not return to her cabin but followed Lindsey to Alarson's side.
They entered the cabin.
The one-armed painter leaned against the wall, his gaze penetrating through the porthole, gazing at the gradually darkening sky.
The Seven Seas Alliance ship could handle the storm.
But as passengers, such an encounter might not be very comfortable.
Alarson saw the man and woman entering, straightened his body, and his gaze became teasing.
He first raised his one arm towards Lindsey:
"Mr. Lindsey, I didn't reveal your whereabouts."
Lindsey shook his head slightly:
"Actually, this is my fault."
"Escaping for a while might be effective, but it can't truly solve the problem."
Lindsey invited Wah Wah Wah to sit down.
The three gathered in the cabin, and Lindsey took out fish slices to treat everyone, also adjusting his posture for the conversation:
"Wah Wah Wah, we need to have a serious talk."
Wah Wah Wah responded with the same seriousness:
"Lindsey, let's consider it my obsession!"
"The truth should not be buried!"
"Those who have achieved great feats should not have to hide, go silent, or even have their rightful fame and achievements usurped by deceitful villains. How can such a thing be accepted?"
"..."
If Wah Wah Wah's response on the deck could be seen as a bit of a stretch, this sincere reply truly touched Lindsey's heart.
After finishing her statement, Wah Wah Wah didn't rush Lindsey for an answer but instead sat by her side.
"I know my actions are hard for you to accept, but please give me a chance!"
"Whether it's the sky tearing or the ocean boiling, or even if I journey to the end of time and space, reaching the other side of the Dead Sea. I will use my sincerity to express this thought!"
Wah Wah Wah's Essence contained the power of emotions.
At this moment, the maiden's true feelings flowed freely.
The other two in the room could clearly sense that Wah Wah Wah's request was not for fame, fortune, or artistic achievement.
She yearned to make up for a certain regret that she couldn't let go of.
Snap!
At this moment, Alarson snapped his fingers and tasted Lindsey's fish slices.
"Speaking of which, I'm a bit hungry too."
The one-armed painter was just being polite, intending to ease the atmosphere in the cabin.
But when he tasted the food from the Perfect World, his expression couldn't help but show his astonishment.
"My goodness! What kind of fish meat is this? I've never tasted anything like this..."
Wait, why am I praising food?
Alarson was about to express his admiration, but he suddenly snapped out of it and quickly switched back to the topic:
"I'm curious too."
"For a young talent like Miss Wah Wah Wah, don't you want to pursue the storm outside?"
"I heard it's quite lively on the deck. In the world of the Seven Seas Alliance, creating a successful painting can fetch a good price, and for you personally, it's a chance to improve your skills."
The storm holds another meaning for the Seven Seas Alliance.
The stability of this vast sea is actually a result of the artists' music calming the waters.
So, the storm isn't just a rare weather phenomenon but also symbolizes rebellion against authority, and such works are especially popular in the Seven Seas Alliance.
Wah Wah Wah's expression turned serious:
"Storms are indeed rare."
"But I chose to devote myself to the path of art not to sell my works but to save myself."
This reply left Alarson momentarily stunned:
He finally let out a praise:
"Compared to those madmen on the deck, you are the one who truly deserves the title of an artist."
"..."
Whoosh!
The atmosphere in the cabin eased a little.
But outside the porthole, the sky was growing darker.
The cabin swayed with the waves, following the undulations of the sea surface.
The sound of the waves was louder than thunder, drowning out all other noises, and the rain poured relentlessly from outside the porthole into the room.
"This rain couldn't have come at a worse time..."
Lindsey leaned over to close the porthole.
"Ugh—!!!"
Amid the sound of the storm, Lindsey discerned a mournful, prolonged cry.
"This is... the Seafolk's cry?"
Lindsey immediately realized something was wrong.
The Seafolk was the only source of power for the ship, and could be said to be the most important thing for everyone on board.
If they didn't want to drift aimlessly or be swallowed by the raging rain, the safety of the Seafolk must be ensured!
Lindsey immediately opened the map.
"This... they're dead?"
The marker for the Seafolk towing the ship ahead had disappeared.
And further ahead, in the direction from which the storm was approaching, a cluster of red markers was moving towards their location!
(End of Chapter)
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