Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 825 - 818: Turning the Tables

Chapter 825: Chapter 818: Turning the Tables

"For example, what?" Upon hearing Luo’er’s words, Eve’s face paled considerably, and after a long pause, she feigned composure and continued to ask.

"For instance," Luo’er glanced at her, then calmly asked, "do you believe in ghosts?"

"Ghosts..." At the mention of this word, Eve’s body visibly shuddered, and it wasn’t just her—even her sister Jora was frightened enough to hide in her sister’s embrace.

"To be honest, we don’t believe either, because there simply aren’t any ghosts in this world," Luo’er said with a smile, shaking his head.

"Then why would you ask that?" Eve asked, taking a deep breath.

"I just want you not to panic. There are many strange and unusual things in this world that can’t be explained with current common sense, so you shouldn’t categorize things you don’t understand based on your own experiences. Just like you’re treating her as a ghost, she would be quite unhappy," Luo’er said with a smile.

"Her?" Eve paused, then after taking a deep breath, she asked with a trembling voice, "Is she a ghost?"

"See, you’re making a mistake as soon as I finish speaking," sighed Luo’er, "you’d better not inquire about this matter. It won’t help you and won’t benefit us either. Everyone should stick to their roles and not ask too many questions."

Confusion filled Eve’s pale blue eyes after she heard Luo’er’s words. She bowed her head in thought for a long time before taking a deep breath and asking, "She won’t hurt us, will she?"

"No, she has no interest in you. There’s no need to be nervous," Luo’er answered indifferently.

"During this time, has she been by our side helping us?" after a brief hesitation, Eve continued to ask.

"Hmm, sort of," Luo’er nodded.

"Please say thank you to her for me," Eve bit her lip and then said softly, with her head lowered.

"Uh," Luo’er was taken aback by Eve’s demeanor for a good while before he revealed a relieved smile and nodded, "Don’t worry, I will."

Soon, Hu Daoke had all the people on the ship brought out and tied up on deck. Except for the one unfortunate soul Feng had cleaved in two, no one else on the ship had died. Most of them were just wounded and losing blood, and they would be fine with some bandaging and rest.

Luo’er had several uninjured sailors bandage their companions, and he watched them wailing and crying out in agony with no emotion in his heart.

In his eyes, Feng had been very restrained. Otherwise, the ship would likely have been full of severed corpses, and living people would be nearly impossible to see. In Otherworld, might makes right. They had yet to evolve to a point where the behavior of a nation could be regulated by law; most countries and regions depended on governance by individuals rather than by legal institutions.

This was partly because Otherworld was generally still in the feudal age, and partly because Earth deliberately maintained this state in order to facilitate their control of Otherworld.

Of course, with the Industrial Revolution on the horizon, perhaps this situation may change, but that’s another story. One thing that wouldn’t change, though, is that Earth’s influence would constantly intervene in the operation of this world.

Hu Daoke had found all of their confiscated weapons, just as Luo’er had expected. These people, after taking their guns, couldn’t find compatible magazines and bullets, so they could only hold on to them.

Their weapons consisted of an FAL rifle and several bolt-action rifles. In fact, Luo’er’s group’s weapons could be adapted to AK rifle magazines, but none of these people used AK rifles, so they could only look on helplessly.

The armament of these people was in line with Luo’er’s expectations because in Otherworld it wasn’t the case that everyone had an AK rifle. Automatic and semi-automatic rifles were classified as military control weapons by Earth and were strictly forbidden from being exported to civilians, so in fact, these people’s FAL rifles were already against the rules.

The reason they kept encountering enemies with powerful firepower was mainly because they were constantly confronting their arch-enemies, so it was inevitable that they would encounter these elite Otherworld agents armed to the teeth.

After confiscating these people’s weapons, Luo’er let them go and take control of the ship to continue sailing. After all, he was not professionally trained in navigation and didn’t have enough manpower to control the ship if he detained them all.

He wasn’t worried about them rebelling because with Feng there, there was no chance for them to turn the tables. Feng was their protection. As long as she was there, Luo’er was confident he could maintain complete control over the ship.

Traveling along the Aobeni River and heading downstream, the river became ever wider and its flow more gentle.

In his memory, Luo’er recalled that he seemed to have visited Winter Harbor once before when they were preparing to head to the Kabarguru Peninsula, taking a route through Winter Harbor to Blue Bay, and then by boat to the port city on the peninsula.

However, for various reasons, they had to abandon the sea route and took the land. That’s how they came across the Sub-beast Race’s village, Meila Village, and helped the villagers fend off a Beastmen raid.

Calculating now, it had been almost two years since they left Meila Village, and the Advance Team hasn’t visited since. During these two years, the Advance Team wandered far and wide, and Luo’er couldn’t help but wonder how the villagers of Meila Village had been doing, whether they had managed to hold off the Beastmen attacks.

If Luo’er remembered correctly, Baiyue was a mixed-blood of the Sub-beast Race, and the daughter of the rabbit-eared village chief was named Aniya, who was very likely Baiyue’s mother. In other words, the rabbit-eared village chief could very well be Baiyue’s grandfather.

Thinking about it, the connection between Meila Village and the headquarters was not insignificant. Luo’er even considered, taking advantage of Cheng Ziang’s return, whether to make a trip to Meila Village to at least keep a memory and confirm whether Baiyue’s grandfather was safe and sound.

Once they were in control of the ship, life became much easier for Luo’er and his companions. With the merchant ship following the river downstream, the water became even calmer, and Luo’er finally didn’t get seasick anymore.

At this moment, Luo’er was sitting in the chair that originally belonged to the captain, writing a message to the headquarters. Next to him, Fulajie’er revealed her true form, sitting on the table swinging her legs playfully and tilting her head to watch Luo’er who was engrossed in writing.

"Oh right," Luo’er suddenly thought of something, so he looked up at Fulajie’er and said, "Earlier, that Eve seemed to have sensed your presence. She asked me to say ’thank you’ on her behalf, thanking you for guarding her these past days."

"Isn’t she scared of me?" Fulajie’er asked after a slight pause.

"It’s impossible not to be afraid. She probably still thinks of you as a ghost after all, not everyone can accept the existence of ghosts." Luo’er said with a smile.

Hearing Luo’er’s words, Fulajie’er didn’t continue the topic and instead pouted unhappily.

"Are you upset?" Luo’er asked.

"A bit!" Fulajie’er hugged her chest and nodded vigorously.

"That’s what I told her back then. I said that you shouldn’t say that, it would make her upset." Luo’er said.

"And what did she say?" Fulajie’er asked.

"She said ’thank you’." Luo’er replied truthfully.

"It’s strange, she’s scared of me but still says ’thank you’." Fulajie’er murmured, puzzled.

"You’ve always stayed out of her realm, so she can’t hear your voice. She can only see us talking to ourselves. Being afraid is inevitable. I know you have a fixation with cleanliness, so I won’t insist you touch other people’s realms. If you don’t like strangers’ realms, don’t interact with them. I won’t force you," Luo’er said earnestly.

"No, no," Fulajie’er couldn’t help but grin, squinting her eyes happily, "As long as you ask, I’m willing to do anything."

"Let’s forget about it," Luo’er said with a smile, shaking his head, then half-jokingly said, "You have a spiritual cleanliness obsession. For me to force you into the realm of strangers is like a no-good husband forcing his wife to sell her charm to support the family."

After Luo’er finished speaking, he saw Fulajie’er looking at him with a smile in her eyes, which prompted him to ask, "What’s wrong, did I say something incorrect?"

"Are you serious?" Fulajie’er asked with evident joy.

"Ah," Luo’er was momentarily stupefied, then finally caught on and said with an embarrassed smile, "I was just using a metaphor. Perhaps it wasn’t the most appropriate."

"No, no, no," Fulajie’er shook her head, speaking with a blissful expression, "I like the metaphor."

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