Showing Weakness

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Putting away his thoughts, Seth stood up and responded with a calm expression,

"Yes, my father is Baron Byson Disraeli. As I told Joyce before, after arriving at the port, I will contact my father and ask him to appoint a lawyer to defend us."

Seth tried his best to appear righteous and dignified.

"The gentlemen here, including me, have participated in more than one dangerous battle. Of course, in those battles, our hands were stained with blood. But its essence is justice, defending one's own life. I cannot tolerate such things being equated with crimes. I will let the lawyers do their best to fight for the justice we deserve and our reputation. We are not murderers!"

Joyce clenched his pocket watch and echoed, "Mr. Seth is right. We are not murderers. We don't need to run away; we don't need to hide! We deserve justice!"

In the restaurant, people were infected by the words of the two, responding enthusiastically.

Seeing this, the captain pressed his hands slightly to signal everyone to be quiet.

"In this case, let's go to Enmat Port."

Hearing the captain's decision, cheers erupted in the restaurant.

After the cheers passed, Seth coughed dryly, adjusted his top hat, and awkwardly said to Joyce, "Joyce, I don't know if you would like to move to the first class. My bodyguards and servants are dead. The room suddenly seems a little empty. I live alone, and I always feel uneasy."

He looked at the captain. "Also, I am very concerned about what happened in the second-class cabin last night. I always feel that those lunatics are not dead, and there may be one or two people hiding somewhere on the ship."

The experienced captain could easily understand what he meant from Seth's expression and words: 'I'm scared, and I need protection!'

Considering that this was a noble young master, it was pretty normal to have such a reaction.

The captain just wanted to ask who else was willing to move to the first-class cabin to protect this important person related to the entire ship's future.

A burly man stood up. "Master Seth, if you don't mind, I'd like to move there together. My name is Brando, and I am a former sergeant of the Royal Army. I have participated in the colonial war on the southern continent, and my skills have not regressed. I will do my best to protect you so you can go home and meet my two lovely children."

The captain was one of many who understood Seth.

Seth said happily, half truthfully and half pretending, "That's great, Mr. Brando. During the time on board, I will pay you according to the salary of a temporary bodyguard. Of course, after getting off the boat. After all, my wallet is already in the hands of the 'King of the Five Seas.'"

Brando was slightly surprised but still waved his hands and said, "No, no, you hired a lawyer to defend us, and you have done us all a big favor. How can I still get paid?"

But Seth insisted, "Please accept it, Mr. Brando. These are two different things."

"Well then. Thank you for your generosity."

Brando didn't refuse anymore. Due to the 'King of the Five Seas,' he lost all his belongings and still had two children to support. The salary of a temporary bodyguard would at least help him until he found his next job.

Seeing that Brando agree, Seth heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that he had completed the second step of the plan and 'showed weakness' to the unknown Extraordinary hidden in the crowd. This point was very important.

Looking at the whole incident, the unidentified Extraordinary didn't kill everyone on the ship. Seth believed that if he wanted to, he could have. Therefore, keeping a small number of people alive might be unnecessary.

Under this premise, as long as you don't show any threat, there is a high probability that you will be ignored. So, how do you keep yourself from looking threatening? That is naturally 'showing weakness'. Based on this judgment, the scene's performance was just now.

The itinerary had already been decided, and Seth provided legal assistance. People seemed to see a bright future. The atmosphere in the restaurant changed from the previous heaviness to cheerfulness and liveliness.

After Seth finished breakfast, he returned to the cabin with Joyce and Brando. The two returned to their rooms, packed their things, and would move to the first-class cabin later.

Seth returned to the room alone, and not long after closing the door, he took off his top hat. Then, there was a knock on the door.

"So fast?"

He didn't put on his top hat or pick up his cane. Seth opened the door and saw that it was not Joyce or Brando but a young man with a round face—Triss.

"Mr. Seth, I'm here to thank you," said the friendly Triss with a smile.

Seth hurriedly took two steps back.

"Please come in, Mr. Triss."

Triss walked into the room, looked around, and sighed sincerely.

"As expected of a first-class cabin, it's big, luxurious, and magnificent."

Seth half-jokingly said, "If you like, you can also move here. Anyway, there are still rooms left."

"Really?"

Triss smiled warmly, his eyes showing a hint of thought as if he carefully considered Seth's suggestion. Seeing him like this, Seth regretted it. Originally, he only wanted to invite Joyce alone, but with Brando joining, it was already somewhat different from what he expected.

'With too many people around, summoning and studying that mysterious tome will be difficult. If one more person is added, I will not have any privacy during the voyage.'

"Thank you for your invitation, but I prefer to live alone," Tris replied, which relieved Seth secretly.

On the surface, he still looked regretful. "Well, what a pity; I thought I had a chance to spend time with you. Your courage has been admirable in the past few days, and I hope I can make friends like you."

Tris laughed and said, "I would also be happy to make friends with a nobleman. Speaking of which, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you, Mr. Seth. Thank you for your legal assistance. If it weren't for you, we might have to consider going to the City of Generosity."

Seth smiled and shook his head. "Compared to what you have done for us, I just did a trivial thing."

"You are so humble," Tris paused, and the smile gradually disappeared from his round face.

"Mr. Seth, I don't know if you feel this way, but I always feel this disaster is Extraordinary. Behind the incident, I vaguely smell the taste of conspiracy."

'Yes, yes, I thought so too,' Seth almost blurted out, revealing his inner voice. Fortunately, he restrained this impulse in time and said instead, "Why do you say that?"

"Don't you think it's weird?" Tris asked rhetorically.

"After being ransacked by pirates, we should work together and unite to tide over the difficulties. But all of a sudden, the crew and sailors quarreled among themselves because of a small incident, and the situation deteriorated sharply. It developed into a bloody incident in a short period, which made the subsequent incidents out of control."

Thoughts flashed through Seth's mind.

'Why did he want to discuss this with me? Could it be that Tris is an Extraordinary? Is he the mastermind behind the scenes? Is he testing me?'

Seth was startled by the idea but then felt it was impossible. Until now, the Extraordinary factor was just his guess, and he was not sure yet. If an extraordinary person had participated, this person would never have shown up and would have been hiding behind the scenes.

How could he suddenly show up on his initiative to test himself? Perhaps Tris was his accomplice. Possibly, Tris was guided by him. But no matter what, Seth knew he had to be vigilant. Possibly, Tris appeared to test his thoughts.

"After you say that, I think this whole thing is unusual. But," Seth shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and said, "this kind of thing, let the police have a headache. Now I want to go ashore safely and don't think about other things."

It would be too deliberate to deny it directly. Agreeing with Tris' point of view, but wanting to avoid delving into it is a normal person's practice of protecting oneself wisely.

Bang, bang, bang! There was a knock on the door. It should have been Joyce and Brando. Seth stood up with a smile. "Please wait a moment; I will open the door."

"No, I still have things to do, so I'll leave," Tris said.

"Then I'll send you off," Seth offered. He sent Tris to the door, opened it, and saw Joyce and Brando outside. They were a little surprised to see Tris and exchanged a few words. Tris then turned and left.

After the young man disappeared around the corner, Seth looked away, raised his hand, and made an 'inviting' gesture.

"Come on, gentlemen, let me show you the rooms here, and you can choose the one you like to stay in."

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Sunday, July 1. 

Enmat Port was as lively as ever. As one of the coastal ports of the Loen Kingdom, ships sailed in and out daily.

Several sailors were cleaning the deck of a passenger ship that had just returned yesterday. When a sailor straightened up to rest, his eyes suddenly narrowed. He saw a passenger liner with its sails hoisted and steam out, preparing to enter the port. He also saw a pattern on the ship. It consisted of multiple purple flowers arranged in spiral clusters.

"It's the Alfalfa!"