"Blood sacrifice? It is indeed possible..."
Jenkins said that he actually wanted to get more information about Fermisau from the Marquis, so as to find a way to fight him. But it seems that his requirements for ordinary people are still too high. Although he understands the whole story, it does not improve the status quo.
He still hadn't forgotten that the purpose of everyone coming to the cabin was because Hathaway wanted to bring her father together to a safe place. But after entering the conference room, Hathaway stopped talking. Jenkins wanted to create conditions for her, but he couldn't find a suitable reason to find Earl Hesha.
While thinking of a way, the Marquis spoke again:
"Since you can cross the sea and come to the boat, I think there is a way to return to the shore."
"Yes, there is a way. Why, do you want to come with us?"
Jenkins asked.
"No, I want to live and die with this ship. But now there is an important prisoner on board, and I don't want him to die here with us, so if you can, please take him to Ashore, I'll pay."
"May I?"
Jenkins turned to ask Miss Magic for her opinion.
"We need to know the identity of the prisoner, and the identity of the escort."
she said to the Marquis.
"That's no problem. The escort is Earl Hessa, a man I trust quite a lot; the prisoner is Luke Fermisio, the eldest son of Fermisio. He has a lot of important information related to pirates. The middleman, he can't die here... I know what you're thinking, it's useless to use that young man to blackmail Fermixiu. The father and son have broken up a long time ago, and it probably won't work to blackmail a lunatic .”
Little Fermisius was a tall, thin young man wearing glasses, he looked more like a school student than a sailor who had been plundering at sea all year round. When Earl Hesha brought him to see the three of them, he was wearing a pair of handcuffs and looked like he was still asleep.
Hearing that Marquis Mikhail said that he would be allowed to go ashore, he just looked at the three strangers hesitantly and never spoke.
"This is a money order from the Fidiktli National Bank. They are all anonymous and belong to my private account. They are 500 pounds each, and they can be cashed at any branch in the country after you land."
This was a reward for the three of them, and Jenkins took it unceremoniously, actually thinking about what he should do after going ashore.
A group of five people quickly returned to the deck. Compared with just now, the storm was still violent, and there were two more tentacles entangled around the ship. You can't see the difference from a distance, but standing on the deck and seeing those behemoths really makes people feel very uncomfortable.
Earl Hesha and little Fermisius, who are ordinary people, can't last long under the terrible yellow sky, so they have to act fast.
Five people jumped from the boat into the sea one by one. After Jenkins made some polluted seawater into ice boards, he pulled the other four people up one by one. After confirming that his cat was still wriggling in his chest pocket, he cooperated with Miss Magic and Hathaway to reinforce the "ship". At this time, Jenkins had discovered that the rainwater falling from the sky was corroding everyone at an extremely slow speed clothing.
There is no need to worry about this, as they will be ashore in no time. However, the hull of the ship trapped by the tentacles is already stained with rust, as if it has not been derusted for decades.
"These people should be able to survive?"
Miss Magic asked uncertainly, but she didn't hear Earl Hessa's voice. When she turned her head, Hathaway had knocked him unconscious.
"what you do?"
"I was stressed out with him."
Hathaway spoke the truth and helped Jenkins get ready to sail.
"If you can let me go after landing, I can give each of you 3,000 pounds in cash. Even for the benefactor, this amount of money is enough for you to live comfortably for more than ten years."
Seeing that Earl Hesha was unconscious, the little Femixiu, who kept his head down and did not speak, suddenly said that his voice was not very clear in the rainstorm. He chose a suitable figure, which was six times what Marquis Michael offered.
Of course, no one paid him any attention.
"If you can spare me, I can tell you how to defeat my 'father'."
When it comes to the word "father", the tone is full of mockery.
"You know how to beat him?"
Jenkins turned to look at the young man suddenly.
"Yes, let me leave and wake up this officer after landing, and I will tell you."
Little Femixiu said, enduring his nausea and looking at the "throne" guarded by tentacles on the coast from a distance. There is a long distance from the shore here, and with the eyesight of ordinary people, he can actually see it very vaguely. But even so, the mental shock of the monster still made him teeter on the verge of coma and sobriety. He relied on his unforgettable hatred for his father to persist in not passing out.
"Let you go? Don't bother, look here."
Jenkins pointed to the side of little Fermisius, and he turned his head subconsciously, just in line with Miss Magic's right hand. The woman's hand made a complicated gesture, so charming, so sexual, so attractive, it was more beautiful than the most beautiful female body he had ever seen...
His eyes in their sunken sockets gradually lost focus.
"Miss Bailing and I steer the ship forward. If you have any questions, please ask."
Miss Magic said and changed places with Jenkins, then tried to stand up in the bumps, chanted the spell aloud, and called on the wind to help them move forward.
"What secret do you know about Fermisius?"
Jenkins looked into the eyes of little Femixiu and asked.
"Lots of secrets."
"What do you know about the Heart of the Sea?"
"He wanted to fuse that gem a long time ago, but that gem was rejecting him. In order to increase the connection between the gem and himself, he spent a lot of money from the fleet to buy materials, and later cut out his mother's heart... with The skin of that heart holds the gems…”
Just a little bit, little Femixiu broke free from Miss Magic's hypnosis. He was so emotionally fluctuating at this moment, Jenkins could fully feel the hatred and fear. He couldn't understand what the people in front of him had experienced, and could only express some trivial sympathy.
"He succeeded?"
"He can't be successful, his heart never belonged to the ocean, he only thinks of himself, so the ocean won't accept him."
"So what did he think of?"