“P-please stop!” The third masked figure begged with swollen and bruised face. His mask was already torn off, and he looked quite unrecognizable.
“Answer these three questions.” Ambrose sat down on a chair in front of him and leaned in closer, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “Who sent you, why are you here, and how did you get in here?”
The man shakily nodded and opened his swollen lips. “Aghh… S-Sea King…”
“Sea King sent you?” Ambrose asked, and the man nodded.
The man had some difficulty speaking because of his swollen lips and the blood that was trickling down his chin.
“Continue.” Ambrose crossed his arms.
“W-we are here t-to assassinate h-half of the crew…” The man coughed out blood. “S-sea King wanted a show o-of power, s-so Mars would t-think twice before c-coming here again.”
“How did you get in here?”
“S-ship, b-behind the i-island.” The man coughed up blood. “W-we swam in here from there.”
‘I saw an island not too far from here.’ Ambrose thought.
“I-I answered, p-please let me go…”
“Hmm…” Ambrose rubbed his chin, looked to the door, and thought about something.
As the man waited anxiously, Ambrose then smiled and looked at him. “All right. However, I need you to take a message from me to the Sea King.”
“W-what is it?” The man’s eyes brightened up after seeing the possibility of surviving.
Ambrose leaned closer and whispered in his ear.
The man’s eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at the young man with a deep look.
After he finished whispering, the man nodded. “O-okay, I can say that.”
“Good.” Ambrose pointed his chin to the door. “Quickly, go.”
The man stood up with shaky hands and limped out of the door, then fell over the railing towards the sea.
A splash sounded as his body hit the water.
Ambrose then picked up both corpses, walked over to the railing, and looked left and right.
After seeing no one, he dumped the two corpses in the sea and then returned to the dining hall to clean the blood off his hands.
Before leaving the dining hall, he also arranged the mess and cleaned some of the blood stains from the floor.
‘I have some questions for Bonney.’ Ambrose thought and then left the dining hall with quiet steps.
He heard some noises on the deck, and it seemed like no one heard anything unusual happening.
He sighed in relief and returned to his cabin, then locked the door tight and sat down on his desk.
After taking out the parchment paper, jar of black ink, and ink pen, he took out the pearl from his inventory and placed it beside the jar of black ink.
The eye inside the pearl looked at him with an intense gaze.
“I heard a voice inside my mind. Was it you?”
The eye shook left and right slowly, meaning it was indeed her.
“How did you do that?” Ambrose asked and started reciting the alphabet.
The sentence soon read, “My Soul Ability is Soul Communication.”
“You can communicate via mind using your soul?” Ambrose asked.
The eye shook left and right as confirmation.
“Why can’t you do it now?” Ambrose asked a bit skeptically. He then started reciting the alphabet.
Soon, another sentence was on the paper: “I am only an eye, currently. Only saying a few words was already my limit. I had to push myself, as I don’t want you to die.”
‘She doesn’t know about my ability to resurrect myself.’ Ambrose thought.
“What do you think about those assassins?” Ambrose asked and recited the alphabet.
The sentence soon read: “They are called “Sea Assassin’s,” and they are known for their ruthlessness and efficiency. Sea King sends them usually in batches of three to get rid of any threats.”
“They were weak.” Ambrose said, and recited the alphabet.
The sentence soon read: “No, you are just strong.”
“Thank you for flattery. Is there something else you want to talk about?” Ambrose asked and saw the eye shake left and right.
After a short while of reciting the alphabet, another sentence appeared on the parchment paper.
“Your plan about the Sea King is risky. I know him, and he doesn’t care that you spared one of the assassins. The assassins are supposed to die for him, and Sea King probably will kill him for that failure.”
“I just have to make Mars seem like a threat in his eyes,” Ambrose said. “If he is big enough of a threat, perhaps he will come personally to kill him.”
The eye then started shaking left and right, and Ambrose began to recite the alphabet.
The sentence soon read, “You think he will spare you? He won’t.”
“I know.” Ambrose crossed his arms and took the pearl into his hand. “Gladly, I have this. Sky Fall. Once I get you your new body, I can still use this, right?”
The eye shook left and right as confirmation.
“Then, I just have to have Sea King kill Mars, and then I can use this to escape with the rest of the crew.” Ambrose said with a smile. “I’ll keep my word to you.”
The eye looked intensely at the young man and didn’t move afterwards.
Ambrose stored the pearl back in the inventory and leaned on the backrest of his chair.
“It has to work.” He sighed and closed his eyes to enjoy the calm sound of waves splashing against the hull and the sound of seagulls flying overhead.
…
At the Sea King’s castle, in the bedroom overlooking the vast ocean.
The sound of moans and giggles filled the room as a dozen naked women gathered around the bed, hugging the long and muscular limbs of the tanned man.
The tanned man was easily over three meters tall with a chiseled jawline and pure white eyes, as if he were blind. It was clear that he possessed an irresistible magnetism, as the naked women couldn’t get enough of him.
“Hmm~” The man hummed a peaceful hum and grabbed the buttocks of the nearest woman, eliciting a gasp of pleasure.
His hand was big enough to span her entire buttock, and his touch sent shivers down her spine.
As one of the women bounced on his manhood and moaned in ecstasy as if she were under the greatest pleasure possible, the door suddenly opened.
A stone-faced man entered the room and bowed towards the bed, ignoring the loud moans and the sight of debauchery.
“Commander Adam.”
“What?” Adam, the tall tanned man, asked lazily.
He couldn’t see who it was, but he could recognize the voice easily.
“An interesting piece of news, for you.” The stone-faced man straightened his back. “Black Heart Pirates have entered the territory.”
“Oh, so what?” Adam asked lazily while feeling pleasure coursing through his veins. “I assume the boss sent assassins to them?”
“He did, and we have not gotten word yet how it turned out.” The stone-faced man said.
“And?” Adam frowned. “Did you come here to tell such worthless news? Go away.”
“No, sir.” The stone-faced man smiled. “The Blade Master, Ambrose, is apparently part of the Black Heart Pirates. You said you wanted to meet him, didn’t you?”
Adam’s boredom vanished, and he tossed the women off his body and sat up with a large grin creeping up on his face.
“Ohohohoho!”
“The disciple of Reinhardt himself? A perfect opponent for me: Adam Slasher!”