Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 330 Mermaid Tattoo

"Since we’ve won, the next step..."

While he was speaking, footsteps surprisingly came from the staircase behind them— a third person had successfully made it here.

Shard and Miss Princess were greatly startled, and the evil spirits and the captain were even more so. Originally, all the hostile people and monsters now turned towards the staircase entrance, and the first to see that person was Miss Princess, who was closest to it. Her eyes widened instantly.

The third Circle Sorcerer to break in here had also removed his mask, just like Shard and Miss Princess, and they actually recognized his face. It was Mr. Daknis, who had played cards with Shard at the tavern this afternoon and cheated with despicable means.

Although it was unclear by what means he had arrived here, the left side of his body seemed to be covered with squirming darkness and shadows. The man’s complexion was very poor, and there were still traces of filthy blood on the half of his body that appeared normal.

Miss Princess was just about to ask him to join them, but the middle-aged man simply glanced at the situation and immediately began to retreat. The departing footsteps signified that Mr. Daknis was actually fleeing.

"The last time three people made it here, it was 1500 years ago."

The captain’s hoarse and deep voice alerted Shard that the danger had not yet passed. Amid the restless whispers of the evil spirits, he turned and took Miss Princess’s hand, gave her a reassuring look, and walked to the table together.

Shard sat down at one end of the long table, directly opposite the captain, whose appearance was exceptionally ugly. Miss Princess stood behind Shard, resting her hand on the back of the chair, basking in the golden glimmer emanating from him.

Shard would conduct the next gambling duel, as she truly didn’t have the spiritual power to sit at the table unharmed with the sailors and the captain.

The wooden table in front of them also looked to be quite old, with muddy legs and a surface piled with various foods in black and brown hues. The wood hadn’t rotted and seemed sturdy, but as soon as one got close, the scent of decay was immediately noticeable.

That smell made Shard even hungrier, and at one moment, he even pondered whether the wood might taste good.

No one stopped him from sitting down. Having won the duel, he had earned the right to take a seat.

"I want to leave this place."

Shard said, crossing his arms on the table, avoiding looking at the captain’s face.

"Gamble with me, win and you may leave, lose and you’ll sit here forever."

The captain placed his hands on the table, and the whispers of the surrounding evil spirits became more intense. The skeleton chandeliers above swayed, and sinister laughter filled the ears from an unknown source.

Being "forever seated here" presumably meant boarding the ship. If Shard lost, he too would become part of this vessel.

"Wait, I also want to take my partner with me, we came here together."

He pointed behind him.

"Then let her gamble with me as well."

"I’ll gamble in her stead, and we can raise the stakes."

Shard stated again, his eyes on the golden bowl filled with a milky fish soup in front of him. Although he didn’t understand why the food was odorless, just one look, and he could barely restrain himself.

The continuous sounds of hunger from his stomach stretched on, and he even felt as if he could sense his intestines and stomach squirming in discontent. Even though the food in front of him was odorless, seeing it inevitably recalled the high-end restaurant he had visited with Miss Luisa, using their own ingredients, and the taste of the delicious fish soup.

"Facing a situation like this, and you still think of taking someone with you to leave?"

The triangle-hatted captain laughed heartily, and the strange watermen’s and evil spirits’ laughter joined in. Their laughter made the entire ship vibrate, the captain, evil spirits, and ship were one, all part of the Relic.

"Okay, since you want to bet big, let’s go even bigger. If you win, I’ll let everyone on board leave,"

the captain said amidst the irritating laughter, but Shard immediately shook his head.

The higher the stakes, the less likely he was to win. Although he felt compassion for the others caught up in this accident, he didn’t want to make it impossible for himself and Miss Princess to leave.

He would naturally help others when he could, but this time it wasn’t as if the dice were likely to roll a 10 or more; it was more likely to be less than five.

"No, I’ll only bet on myself and the companions behind me."

Shard emphasized.

"That’s not for you to decide."

He tore open the buttons of his own shirt, but instead of revealing a scar-covered body, what appeared was a mummy-like thin frame covered in fish scales. On the dry, grey chest, there was also a mermaid tattoo the size of a small arm. The mermaid on the tattoo originally had its eyes closed, but the next moment, the eyes opened abruptly. The previously beautiful face became sinister, and then, the mermaid detached from the fish-scaled body of the captain, leaped onto the table and then disappeared abruptly.

"Three rounds of betting, win two and I’ll let all of you leave. If you don’t bet, then let the woman behind you bet her freedom with me. First round, you guess which dish the mermaid is hiding under?"

With his chest bared, the captain pointed to the table:

"If you win the first round, I’ll give you a way to relieve the hunger. If you guess wrong, you’ll eat what you guessed."

The raucous evil spirits were laughing, and the cold wind made Shard, already shivering from intense hunger, feel even more uncomfortable. Miss Princess’s hand rested on his shoulder at that moment. He turned and looked up, their green eyes meeting.

Once, the dark-haired maid Miss Tifa Servet had also exchanged such looks with Shard, and he had to admit, Miss Maid was the most shapely person Shard had ever met in this world.

Miss Princess said nothing, but her gaze brought Shard a good deal of comfort; this time, he was not alone.

He knew that no matter what he said, he couldn’t refuse the captain’s malicious expansion of the stakes. He turned his head to look across the table at the captain with fish-like features on his face, golden light traces dispersed around like sparks with his movements: Find more chapters on novelbuddy

"I’ll take the bet with you, but you have to swear to your god that once I win two rounds, you’ll let everyone on the cruise ship leave."

"No problem. I swear to my lord, the Lord of the Crimson Spiral, if you win, you all can leave!"

"Alright then."

Shard’s eyes stared at the table, wondering internally:

"Where is it?"

"The trace of elements is quite clear, the silver dish to the left, under those white bread rolls."

"Under the white bread rolls."

Shard stated.

"You guessed wrong."

The captain laughed, and at the same time, an inner voice reminded him:

"It has moved, now it’s under that plate of roast meat."

"Under the roast..."

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"You only have one chance, you’ve lost the first round!"

Saying this, he gestured with a wave of his hand, and the flat mermaid tattoo flew out from the roast meat and reattached itself onto the captain’s chest.