"Woo-hoo~"
In the vast ocean, a silhouette flickered in and out of the churning waves, having the time of his life.
Having transformed into his Vastaya merman form, Karl felt as if entering the sea was like returning home; he almost didn't want to go back ashore.
Though he wasn't quite used to his legs turning into a fish tail at first...
But... my fish tail is so beautiful!
Karl had condensed water mirrors multiple times to observe himself. Every time, he couldn't help but praise the handsome youth in the mirror. With such dashing looks, he was bound to be a heartthrob in the future!
Hehe, if Nina saw this, wouldn't that little girl be completely dazed and infatuated?
Karl: (—_—)
According to the original plan, he was to head to Ireland Tara Qiu at the end of July to meet up with Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
However, because he had obtained a new form, Karl decided to swim there through the sea.
He would head west along the English Channel, round Land's End, then head north through the Bristol Channel and St. George's Channel into the Irish Sea, finally coming ashore at Dublin to head to Ireland Tara Qiu.
It just so happened that swimming through the sea traced out the shape of a '7'. Of course, he wasn't implying anything; it was merely a coincidence.
However, Karl had discovered from the memories of the Dark Wizard's vengeful spirit that the trading location set by their employer was the coastal town of Weston.
Therefore, he had to turn right at the Bristol Channel first. Once he completed the side quest, he would proceed with the main quest.
"Weston? Interesting!"
Karl remembered that Weston belonged to Somerset, and in the Mendip district of Somerset, there was a small town called Glastonbury.
That was the legendary final resting place of King Arthur—Avalon.
"I hope there's a surprise waiting for me!"
Karl got his bearings, then dived directly underwater, moving forward as an undersea loiterer.
Anemones, jellyfish? Poke them!
Oysters, scallops? Pat them!
Crabs, lobsters? Give them a smack with the tail!
Eh? What are those fish doing?
In broad daylight and under a clear sky, they're actually huddling together to flirt? Break it up, now! Vice squad!
Merman Karl acted like a tyrant on the seabed; even a passing sea turtle would get a slap.
If he got hungry, he'd just grab a few fish or some seafood, float to the surface, and roast them with fire.
Mmm! Tastes fantastic!
Life as a merman is truly great! The undersea scenery is exceptionally beautiful, the vast ocean is all water, the various seafood is truly delicious, and eating it never gets old.
At night, Karl would follow the legends of merfolk and belt out a song in the sea.
"The great river flows east, the stars in the sky point to the Big Dipper~ When it's time to go, we go, you and I have it all..."
Fire Treasure: (⊙_⊙)
Why is the melody different every day? Master, what are you singing?
"Ji?"
"The Song of the Good Men, but it's 'The Wind Rises'."
"Iya?"
"You're asking about the past few days? It was all 'Song of the Good Men', but because of 'Love Confession Balloon', the 'Pink Memories' are a bit sweet."
Fire Treasure: (O_O)
I don't understand, but I am greatly shocked.
After playing around leisurely for a few days, Karl finally arrived at a secluded beach in Weston.
It was now the dead of night, and the bright moon and stars in the sky were all obscured by dark clouds.
The beach, already swallowed by darkness, was further shrouded in heavy mist. Everything flickered in and out of sight within the fog, appearing in terrifying shapes.
The sounds of the rising and falling tides echoed one after another, and the salty, fishy mist continued to spread.
At such a time and place, logically, no one should appear.
After all, such a gloomy and terrifying environment was a bit too macabre for the living.
However, accompanied by a series of heavy footsteps, a group of people in black emerged from the depths of the mist.
The most conspicuous among them were five Giants, each standing a full twenty feet tall.
The other five normal people beside them were instantly made to look like midgets and dwarves by comparison.
"Toke, will that hyena show up?"
The leading Giant spoke, his low voice sounding like muffled thunder, traveling a great distance through the night and mist.
Toke, the man in black, gave the Giant Dorian a subtly disdainful look before speaking to reassure him.
"Don't worry, Dorian. You said it yourself—Valentine is a hyena. With his greedy nature, how could he give up on the Galleons that are about to fall into his hands?"
"I really don't know why you had to hire Valentine to do something so important. Your own people could have handled it."
Dorian's tone was somewhat dissatisfied. If it weren't for the fact that Giants weren't suited for going out to sea, he would have led his own clansmen to capture the merpeople.
"Valentine and his men often do poaching work. My people aren't professionals, after all."
Toke explained casually. Unlike Dorian, he didn't take this matter to heart at all.
He had originally thought that if he held on for a few more years until those old fogies died, he would be able to become the leader of the organization.
At that time, drinking red wine from large bowls, eating steak in big mouthfuls, and leading a group of subordinates to lord it over others—what a beautiful thing that would be.
Unexpectedly, those old fogies had somehow received some news and suddenly went mad.
They allied with a Giant tribe claiming to be descendants of the Fomorians, saying they wanted to find Avalon, awaken the sleeping Queen Maeve and the imprisoned Fomorians, and destroy Cú Chulainn's chance for resurrection.
What the hell is all this?
Setting aside how to awaken Queen Maeve, who had been dead for over a thousand years, how did these Giants, who couldn't even enter the sea, have the face to say they were descendants of the Fomorians?
They kept lying under a grand banner, and in the end, they even fooled themselves, didn't they?
Just because they embroidered a Connacht Kingdom crest on their chests, did they really think they were Queen Maeve's subjects?
Toke had joined this organization in the first place because he was wanted by the Ministry of Magic and had nowhere else to go.
It was also because he longed for that happy life of killing, arson, and living on the edge.
Life was going well, but who knew such a turn of events would occur.
What bad luck!
Toke cursed in his heart, already starting to consider whether to pull out and run away from this so-called Connacht Kingdom Knight Order.
The Giant Dorian snorted coldly, staring at Toke with his two massive eyes.
"If something goes wrong this time! You'd better take your people and go catch those merpeople immediately!"
"Don't make any excuses! Otherwise, you'll find out how terrifying a Giant's wrath can be!"
Watching the huge battle-axe Dorian was brandishing, Toke instinctively shrunk his neck.
Thinking about how these Giants had shriveled brains and violent tempers, he immediately chose to follow his heart to prevent being split in half.
"Fine, fine, fine! Don't worry! If there really is a problem, I'll carry a boat out to sea overnight!"
Dorian slammed the Giant axe heavily into the ground, grinning to reveal a terrifying smile.
"It better be that way! I— Hmm?"
"What's wrong?"
Toke looked at Dorian, who had suddenly become alert, and hurriedly drew his wand.
"The sea isn't right! It's too quiet!"
Hearing this, Toke was startled and only then realized that the sound of the waves had vanished.
Boom!
A deafening roar suddenly exploded, and the group looked toward the sea in terror.
They saw a towering tidal wave sweeping toward them!
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