Chapter 261 37. Helena
“Pervert…”
Alinur, who was unbound by Fisher from the spinner, huddled in the corner of the room, casting a tearful glance at him standing by the window examining the broken machine, and muttered a curse under her breath, clearly thinking that Fisher had done this intentionally.
To think that a human would do such a thing to a subhuman… truly perverted.
At this moment, her maid outfit was ripped through in several places, exposing her milk-like skin and beige underwear straps underneath. No matter how she tried to cover herself, the numerous rips only hinted at a reluctant allure, and at the same time, her short tail perked up cautiously, acting like an antenna sensing danger.
“Alinur, put on my clothes first…”
Seeing this, Blair could only helplessly take off his barista outfit and put it on Alinur, but as the tailed jacket was removed, his tail, which had been singed at the tip, became particularly noticeable, resembling a half-eaten corn cob, looking quite ridiculous.
“Did you hear that, Fisher? She said you’re just an old pervert who can’t walk away when seeing a sub!”
“Shut up.”
Fisher avoided looking at them to spare them from embarrassment, but Emhart buzzed in his ear like a fly, adding numerous embellishments to Alinur’s original words, seemingly hoping to make the girl’s assessment fit his internal evil image of Fisher more.
At this time, Fisher had already extracted the damaged core of the machine from the instrument and carefully examined the part in his hand that had lost its original color. He saw that the once-precise components were completely burned by the released arcs, and other than a pile of charred carbon, he found nothing.
According to Blair, they usually referred to this kind of device as “intelligent machinery” within the Snow Cloud Special Forces because it acted like a conscious relic, capable of simple dialogues and able to perform tasks according to their commands.
Although very practical, the corresponding price was also steep, with only a few pieces even within the entire mechanism. Bringing this pristine ice back to the Miya Snow Cloud Special Forces was already a huge expenditure, and now, right before the mission began, Fisher had blown up an intelligence machine for reconnaissance, making Blair start considering how to write up the report upon returning.
But the damage was already a done deal; focusing on the current task was of utmost importance.
Thinking of this, Blair looked towards Fisher and broached the topic of wanting to collaborate with the Iceberg Queen.
“The Phoenix Knights of the Kingdom of Sardinia had secretly been on the island somewhere before you landed, and the Nali Exploration Company only arrived here yesterday… Our equipment cannot deal with both the Nali and the people from Sardinia at the same time, so we need you to stay on the island and draw the Phoenix Knights’ attention to you.”
Fisher glanced at him, shook his head, and replied,
“We have no need to risk agreeing to a battle with the Knights of Sardinia. From my perspective, your temporary operative team lacks the authority to promise cooperation with the Iceberg Queen on behalf of Miya…”
Even though Fisher himself was quite interested in the Cloud Cat Breed and those mechanical beings from the completion manual, this was not the time for him to make personal decisions. Agreeing to their collaboration would jeopardize the safety of the Iceberg Queen, and for them, it would be nothing but detrimental; Fisher could not do that.
Though Blair appeared quite handsome on the outside, complemented by his furry ears, giving off a harmless and gentle image, one shouldn’t be deceived by such looks, as his temperament was as hot as the burning tip of a cigarette igniting his tail.
“Damn, I shouldn’t be discussing this with you! You have no idea of the situation! We need to wait for Alagina to return, if she even comes back. She will definitely agree to the collaboration and knows the visiting Phoenix Knights will never let her go!”
“I’m only saying this once, just once! Listen, the Phoenix Knight who came to Pat Sulshen Island this time is none other than Alagina’s elder sister!”
Elder sister?
Right, it seemed Alagina had mentioned before that her mother was a feudal tyrant who frequently abducted good men, so besides Alagina, she probably had other offspring. However, after giving birth, she seemed to quickly lose interest in the men she had toyed with, except for Alagina’s father.
“She is Helena. Helena Hammond! Fisher, I must get to Alagina’s side right now; she and Paz may be in danger!”
At this moment, Aoxi, who had been sitting on the bed, stood up with a change in her complexion. This was the first time Fisher had seen such a drastic change in her expression, as if that name awakened sealed memories in her mind.
Clearly, Aoxi had a deep impression of Alagina’s sister.
After hearing Aoxi’s words, Blair nodded, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, one whose brand was unknown in the Northern Region, but soon seemed to remember something, his burnt-tail shaking, and he stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket.
“Yes, that’s right, it’s Helena. Back when Alagina staged a rebellion and murdered her mother, she happened to be appointed as a Phoenix Knight in the capital. I can’t say for sure whether her leaving the Hammond Fiefdom was good or bad for your captain, but there’s no doubt that the two of them definitely hate each other deeply.”
“Helena is ten times more brutal than her mother, has played with more men than you have fingers and toes combined. If she has any redeeming qualities, it’s that she values the honor of the Hammond family. Ha, a knight sister wanting to clear the family shame, and a pirate sister wanting to settle accounts with the remnants of the Hammonds—sounds quite interesting, doesn’t it?”
“The reason I say our cooperation is mutually beneficial is because Alagina needs to settle scores with her sister and will definitely not want those damned Nali people to interfere. Just to clarify, I’m talking about those scumbags from the Exploration Company, not you. Similarly, we only prepared equipment to deal with the Nali people; we won’t have time to deal with Sardinia.”
“I’m telling you all this in order to keep you in the loop and help plan our timing of actions. If you truly love Alagina, then you should inform her of the current situation and let her decide what to do. Unless you want her to die.”
By the end, Blair glanced meaningfully at Aoxi, unsure of how to feel about Fisher.
If that damned Nali fellow really got involved with Alagina’s second mate without caring about her life, it would be more ridiculous than a dramatic plot in an ethical opera.
Though Fisher found the Snow Cloud Special Forces unreliable, it was always wise to remind Alagina to stay safe. Therefore, he turned to Aoxi and said,
“Aoxi, go find Alagina, inform her of the situation here, and ensure her safety.”
Aoxi nodded and hurried towards the door, anxious that Helena would find Alagina first.
Though she did have a slight grievance towards Alagina in her heart, she remained Alagina’s most loyal guard, always considering Alagina’s safety more important than her own life; these two sentiments were not contradictory.
It wasn’t until Aoxi reached the door that she suddenly remembered something, turned back to look at Fisher in the room.
She opened her mouth, and after a second, she quietly reminded him,
“Fisher, you be careful too.”
After saying this, she turned and rushed out of the room, quickly heading downstairs.
The door suddenly closed, but both Blair and his sister Alinur had peculiar expressions, as if they had just witnessed a vivid scene of infidelity from the VIP seats.
The silence didn’t last long before Alinur, clad in her clothes, turned her face and spat softly at him,
“Scumbag.”
“Scum, hey, hey, hey, don’t hit! Ouch, ouch, ouch.”
Emhart wanted to curse too, but before he could speak, Fisher had pinched his body, making him beg for mercy.
At the same time, on the most bustling street of Pat Sulshen Island, in a brothel with a deep blue flag hanging at the entrance, even though it was daytime, the dimly lit hall seemed thick with a gloomy atmosphere, like water under ice.
In the traditional legends of the Northern Region, there are said to be nameless monsters living beneath the ice-covered lakes in the wilderness, lurking in the shadows to drag along the unfortunate travelers into the cold water, to tear them apart and feast upon them.
This brothel, welcoming visitors from the Northern Region, was decorated in such a manner; one doesn’t know if it borrowed from the mythical stories of the legends, but the boys working here did not look as grotesque as the monsters. They had the most charming appearance and the most innocent expressions, though their greed for wealth and attention was hard to gauge in comparison to non-existent demons.
But today, this group of “demons” faced the most difficult challenge in their careers.
In the shop’s hall, two tall figures donned in armor entered through the front door and walked towards the deeper rooms on the second floor.
In the dim light, their shimmering silver armor dazzled, causing the boys along the path to inadvertently glance at them, attempting to lure these valiant women knights closer to enjoy together.
But evidently, they had no leisure for such things now.
Both of them were quite tall, even taller than the men of other nations. Their broad shoulders were accentuated by the armor, and their creamy-white cloaks split down the middle like the wings of a phoenix spreading in the air.
All features confirmed their identities: they were the Phoenix Knights from the Kingdom of Sardinia.
Neither of them wore helmets; one of them held a silver bird-shaped helmet in her left hand against her chest, facing the surrounding gawking, either intoxicated or admiring gazes. They were getting closer to the rooms deeper on the second floor, where the sounds of heated interactions grew increasingly apparent.
The sounds in the room did not come from a single person; the overlapping sounds were like a symphony being played in an elegant opera house, or like the cannon fire amidst a fierce battlefield—but however one described the sounds made by human bodies, it still seemed tame, because the atmosphere within was a hundred times hotter than what could be heard from outside.
The two Phoenix Knights did not barge in; instead, they stopped at the door. One of them swallowed hard, raised her gloved hand covered in armor and placed it in front of the door,
“Knock, knock.”
Fearing that those inside were too engaged in their “battle” to hear, the knight knocked firmly on the door. But after several seconds, the “symphony” inside only grew louder without any response to the knock.
Just as that knight was about to stretch out her hand again to knock, the shrill voices inside reached a peak, only to abruptly cut off, like the end of a piece of music, leaving behind a faint echo of ambiguity.
But the next second, a somewhat stern female voice forcefully rang out, tearing the ambiguous atmosphere apart and bringing a chilling gust from the Northern Region to the listeners,
“Come in.”
“Yes.”
The two knights gently pushed open the door before them, revealing the chaotic interior of the room.
On the floor, sofa, and table, boys lay scattered without a stitch of clothing, and the room was permeated with a strange scent that made it hard to breathe with just one whiff.
In the center of the room sat a robust woman who had a cigarette dangling from her mouth.
In the room’s dim shadows, the woman appeared more like a huge bear covered in frost and snow than a human. She took a gentle drag on her cigarette, looking at the two in front of her, while several boys lay draped over her back, savoring her dangerous yet seductive aura.
“What is it?”
“Helena, this morning, the Iceberg Queen landed on the island.”
“…”
The woman on the bed did not reply, but the speed at which the cigarette in her mouth burned suddenly doubled. With each of her breaths becoming heavier, the woman named Helena shook her body, standing up while tossing the boys off her back.
At a height of two meters two, Helena presented an imposing figure, but the two knights could only clearly see the burning cigarette before her mouth, her snowy white hair, and those cerulean eyes akin to Alagina’s.
If Alagina’s eyes were like a frozen sea, then Helena’s eyes reflected only the raging waves, constantly wanting to entirely swallow anyone who dared to gaze at her.
“Alagina, ah, after running like a lost dog at sea for so long, today I’ve finally caught up with you. It’s been years since we last met, five years, or six?”
Helena reached for the coat one of the boys had discarded next to the bed, slinging it over her shoulders as she shared her “yearning” for her sister, grabbing a bottle of strong liquor and taking several swigs. However, she didn’t seem to want to drink it; instead, she swished it around her mouth and promptly spat it all over the boys beside her.
“Ugh.”
Seeing the nearby brothel worker stunned and gasping as his eyes filled with strong liquor, the two Phoenix Knights could not help but purse their lips, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with such brutal behavior.
But who could call that their superior, the grand knight appointed personally by the sovereign?
Helena was keenly aware of even the slightest motions from the two knights. She loomed over them like a towering mountain, before finally coming to a halt right before them.
“What is it, pity, or are you feeling it now?”
“Not just…”
“Tsk, Brittany, Alisa, your purity as women is still lacking.”
Her condescending and casual tone didn’t sound like reproach but rather the simplest and most blatant contempt.
“Yes.”
Helena disdainfully curled her lip, ignoring their responses, and with a disappointed expression, placed the bottle of liquor she had just swigged into one of the knight’s hands. Then, covering her face, she said,
“Alright, before dealing with those Nali monkeys, why don’t we go see how Alagina has been doing lately? I’m quite missing my dear sister.”
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