The merman, my man

Chapter 197

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 197

The Merman, My Man by Black 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 All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

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.

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

David had come 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 dollars, but it was very

dangerous even if the trade earned us maximum profit.

The Italian mafia was divided into a large number of clans. 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 also come up with any reason to try to snatch territories belonging to the Mora family. That

would always plague 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 gondola—the only method

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

The gondola 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 courtesans laughing 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 Lemenland. 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 blankly 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 penetrating.

I narrowed my eyes in surprise and delight, but the dark figure faded into the crowd in a flash. 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—clapped 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 comparison

to mine.

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

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

sunglasses, my eyes were warily studying our surroundings.

To avoid Interpol’s pursuit, I had cut my black 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.