Ashes Of Deep Sea-Chapter 244 - 248 Invitation

Chapter 244: Chapter 248 Invitation

The owner of the Rose Doll House searched in the storage room for a long time and finally found what she was looking for. However, when she crawled out, she discovered that the “guest” who had been standing in front of the counter had vanished without a trace.

“…So fidgety…” After confirming that Terry had left, the old woman couldn’t help but mutter to herself, “No wonder my sister became a scholar, while the brother went off to fight wars…”

However, Terry would never know what the old elven lady was mumbling about him. By then, he had already dashed out of the doll shop and onto the streets outside.

Yet, standing in the open space in front of the shop and looking around, he couldn’t spot the blonde woman.

The sailors who had been waiting outside the shop saw their captain come out and start looking around. They immediately gathered and said, “Captain, we’re right here.”

“I’m not looking for you,” Terry quickly said, his gaze still scouting the surrounding streets and alleys, “Did any of you see a lady with long golden hair standing by the shop window? About… half a head shorter than me, wearing a purple dress?”

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The sailors exchanged glances, then all at once, they looked at Terry with a shocked expression.

Terry frowned, “…What do those looks mean?”

“Captain…” One sailor mustered the courage to speak, his voice tinged with hesitation, “Love at first sight is a wonderful thing, but I think crossing City-States…”

Terry looked at his subordinate with a calm face, “If you continue, I will stuff you into the six main guns of the Sea Mist and fire you off in different directions.”

The sailor was silenced instantly.

By then, Terry had already begun to think rapidly.

He was sure he hadn’t seen wrong; there had indeed been a woman who looked exactly like Lei Nora tapping on the shop window outside.

It’s true that in the vast crowds, the mere appearance of someone resembling the Frost Queen might not elicit much of a reaction from him—for half a century, he had seen many people with similar faces. However, her knocking on the window from outside was different.

Clearly, she had come for him.

A person nearly identical to the Frost Queen appearing prepared near the doll shop, knocking on the window to catch his attention, then disappearing as soon as he showed up—this sequence of actions was sending a clear signal.

Terry slightly furrowed his brow, seemingly having a vague idea. He lifted his head and addressed the men he had brought with him, “You all go back to the cathedral.”

“Huh?” The sailors paused, one of them baffled, “But…”

“There’s no but,” Terry waved his hand, “I have something to do, you all leave first.”

Another sailor couldn’t help but say, “But Captain, us few…”

Terry’s expression became stern, “This is an order.”

“But we didn’t bring any money,” the third sailor finally completed his sentence, “and we have no fare—from here to the cathedral is not close.”

Terry: “…”

A moment later, this “Iron Admiral” threw a bag of change to his subordinates and almost grudgingly squeezed out a few words, “You all, get moving.”

The sailors left, and Terry finally breathed a slight sigh of relief. He then looked around the environment, pondered briefly, and walked toward the most secluded corner in his field of vision, quietly waiting there for her to appear.

If his guess was correct, she would definitely show up voluntarily—he had sent away the men he brought just now on the streets to convey a “ready to meet” signal.

And indeed, as he had expected.

After waiting in this quiet alley for less than a moment, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching from nearby. Looking up and following the sound, the blonde woman, bearing the visage of the Frost Queen, was indeed emerging from the shadows nearby.

Even though he had seen her once through the shop window, Terry still couldn’t help but be astounded—she was too similar!

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He had certainly seen people with similar features before, but to be this similar… it was far beyond normal, beyond imagination.

And because of this excessively similar appearance, Terry’s first reaction after his initial shock was caution and wariness—he stared intently at the mysterious blonde woman, as if she were a dangerous individual worthy of his full vigilance. In this cautious observation, he also noticed some unusual peculiarities about her.

Her demeanor carried a grace and restraint unlike ordinary people, her appearance was delicate yet somehow missing that bit… “breath of life,” which might not be noticed by most at a glance. However, as a captain leading an undead army, Terry slowly began to sense something on her—a trait that felt extremely incongruous on living beings.

“Incredible,” just as Tyrion became increasingly vigilant, the blonde lady took the initiative to speak. “You actually came—turns out, luring someone here is this simple.”

Her voice was identical to that of the Frost Queen?!

Rather than feeling surprised or excited, Tyrion grew even more cautious. “…Who are you.”

“My name is Alice.”

The blonde opposite him smiled, speaking frankly.

“…I didn’t ask your name,” Tyrion frowned, “I asked your identity and what you want—why did you specifically want to meet with me?”

“The captain wants to meet you,” Alice replied earnestly, answering the questions directly. “He said that the cathedral is too crowded with people around, and many confidential matters are difficult to discuss. It would be better to lure you to a quieter place for a conversation.”

A mysterious captain wanting to discuss some confidential matters, thus having someone draw him out?

Tyrion frowned, but for some reason, he felt more relaxed—after all, he had been a pirate in the Chill Sea for half a century, and had seen countless situations like this. He was more familiar with a conspiracy meeting between captains than the Frost Queen Lei Nora suddenly resurrecting to find him.

But he had no intention of meeting them.

“I’m not interested in those who hide in the shadows,” Tyrion relaxed after confirming this was a familiar “scene” and casually replied. “Tell your master, if he wants to meet with the captain of the Sea Mist, he can come openly, find me at the cathedral—and if it involves shady dealings, then I’m sorry, but the Sea Mist only engages in legal businesses outside the Chill Sea.”

Having said this, he was already indicating that he was about to leave, but the lady who claimed to be Alice suddenly said, “Don’t you want to know which ‘captain’ I’m talking about?”

“Hmm?” Tyrion furrowed his brow. “Who?”

“Your father.” Alice said sincerely.

However, upon hearing her words, Tyrion’s expression changed in an instant. “Sorry, that joke is in poor taste. Excuse me.”

Alice thought for a moment. “Ah, the captain also said you might react like this, so there’s an alternative invitation…”

As Tyrion was about to turn and leave, he subconsciously hesitated upon hearing her words. “Another one…”

He had only muttered a few words when he suddenly felt a change in the atmosphere around him. A surge of alarm came over him, and he quickly turned towards the direction from which the feeling emanated, only to see a little girl who had suddenly appeared, swinging her arm and throwing something at him.

It seemed to be a dog.

For less than a second, Tyrion thought he had a chance to dodge, even though it was a sneak attack, and even though her strength and speed were clearly that of a Transcendent. He still had a chance to dodge, but in the moment he tried, he found all his limbs unresponsive—as if countless invisible threads bound his bones and muscles, robbing him of control over his body.

All he managed to do was to turn his head with great effort and glance at the blonde lady with the harmless smile— the next second, the ugly dog head rapidly enlarged at the edge of his vision.

With a loud bang, the great pirate was sent flying several meters and lay motionless.

Sherry looked at her victory somewhat bewildered.

“…Just knocked him flying like that?” She looked at the chain in her hand, then at Tyrion who was smashed away, mumbling to herself as she walked over to check on him, “I thought there’d at least be a big fight, but the legendary pirate just… didn’t die from that, right?”

“Probably not,” Alice joined her, looking at the unconscious Tyrion and muttering, “The captain said Tyrion can take a beating.”

“Why didn’t he dodge just now?” Sherry crouched down, picking up a stick to poke Tyrion’s face. “At least those Doomsday Preachers could dodge a few times…”

“I don’t know,” Alice shook her head. “I don’t know how to fight.”

Sherry thought for a moment and then voiced another concern, “…If the captain sees his son’s head swollen like this, will he be angry?”

“Probably not,” Alice continued shaking her head. “The captain said if he doesn’t cooperate, you should hit him with Ah Gou, make him spin like a top…”

“Did he spin just now?”

“He seemed… to have spun, spun a lot of circles in the air.”

Finally reassured, Sherry clapped her hands. “Then that’s fine, I’ll signal Ai Yi to come over and carry him away.”