binnovel Chapter 316 The Imprisoned Mermaid (35)
Chapter 316 The Imprisoned Mermaid (35)
Chapter 316 The Imprisoned Mermaid (35)
Molly was in a bad mood, and Reg's mood was also gloomy for many days.
Those sailors who already had a grudge against him were even more afraid to say a word when they saw his expression.
The air pressure on the ship was getting lower and lower, and even Princess Magalina, who was observing with a telescope at the back, noticed that something was wrong with them.
"The expressions on their faces all looked unhappy."
"Is there something wrong on the ship?"
When Magalina saw Reg's figure, she no longer dared to yell at him like before.
At noon, Reg came in carrying a wooden bucket of fresh sea fish.
He knocked on the fish tank, and Molly just glanced at him and then looked away with disinterest.
This situation made Reg's already irritable mood even worse.
He tried to pull Molly out of the water, but after trying for a long time, he found that she was as limp as a boneless cuttlefish and he couldn't get her out of the water. His face looked very ugly.
Reg had to reach out and grab Molly's waist with both hands to lift her up.
"How long are you going to make trouble?"
Molly didn't even bother to raise her eyelids: "I'm not making any noise, it's very quiet."
Quiet?
Being as motionless as a dead fish is called being quiet?
Does she know that she can't escape, so she doesn't even want to live?
Reg's face was gloomy enough to drip water. He hated Molly's half-dead look.
"Did you do it on purpose?"
"I advise you not to act like a dead fish. Do you think I'll sympathize with you and let you go? Impossible!"
Although Molly had guessed that Reg would say this, she was still a little disappointed, so she was even more lazy to pay attention to him.
She saw Reg scraping the scales and cutting open the belly of the fish in front of her, as if threatening her.
"Take it away, I don't want to eat it."
Reg's face couldn't be uglier.
"You want to go on a hunger strike?"
Molly shook her head. "I'm just not hungry."
Reg reached out and touched her soft belly, but it was flat, not like she was not hungry.
"Are you not hungry, or are you not in the mood to eat?"
Molly asked, "Does it make a difference?"
"of course."
“If you’re not hungry…”
Reg's hand slowly moved downwards.
"Then why don't we do something else—"
Then the rough fingertips touched the scaly protrusion, and the fingertips had already touched the sharp edge.
Before he could pry it open, Reg's face was slapped hard to the side by Molly.
Molly used so much force that a faint red appeared on Reg's dark skin.
This was a very insulting act for a noble, but Reg was not angry.
He raised the corners of his mouth silently and quickly grabbed Molly's hand.
Under Molly's angry gaze, Reg kissed the palm of her hand in a very frivolous manner.
He even touched the webbed tips of Molly's fingers with the tip of his tongue.
This behavior startled even someone as experienced as Molly for a moment, and then she sneered, "You feel good about being beaten? You pervert."
Reg is not a masochist, but he prefers to see Molly's cold and arrogant look now compared to before. She looks much more energetic.
"I advise you to be good. Even if you die, I will find ten thousand ways to resurrect you."
Reg is crazy.
Molly thought he was talking mad.
She even showed a look of pity on her face: "Read less of those magic storybooks."
The expression on her face was speechless, as if to say, "I, a mermaid, don't believe that you, a human, believe this."
...
Perhaps it was the chain that reassured Reg, or perhaps it was Molly's desperate attitude that made Reg less wary of her.
But it was only a little less. These days, just like last time, he still had to tie Molly to sleep with him every night. At least he didn't look at her with a look of love and hate all day long.
And Reg's tolerance for Molly seemed to have increased again. Except for some issues of principle that he considered to be issues of principle, he could accept any insults or physical conflicts against him.
Molly felt that in addition to her personal freedom of movement being controlled by him, Reg's physical, mental and emotional state were actually controlled by her.
In her eyes, Reg was just a big guy with all the bluff, and his threats were just everyday conversation to Molly.
Now the days have returned to the way they were at the beginning. Seeing that time is running out, Molly can only act according to circumstances.
I had originally thought that I could take advantage of the princess's opportunity to show my abilities, but I didn't expect Reg to not even let the princess get on board.
Magalina wanted to get on Reg's ship, but she couldn't find a reason, and she was even some distance away from Reg's ship.
"So boring! So boring!"
Margaret walked back and forth on the deck, her little leather shoes making a clattering sound on the wooden floor.
"Your Highness, there are some fishing gear prepared in the cargo hold to entertain you. Do you want to go fishing?" Anna asked.
Margarina curled her lips and said, "I can't catch anything."
The boat was moving, and the princess was impatient because she had never caught any fish in the past.
"At least it'll keep you entertained," said Anna.
Margarina had no choice but to ask Anna to get the fishing gear.
At this time, the captain came over and saw the princess preparing to fish. He smiled and said, "Maybe there will be wind and waves soon. When there are wind and waves, you may be able to catch a big fish."
Margarina's eyes widened: "Is there going to be a storm?"
The captain said, "It's just a guess, Princess, there's no need to worry."
The captain looked up at the sky. The sun was shining brightly, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes even when he looked up.
It hasn't rained for a long time. Maybe a big storm is brewing in the sky.
Margarita felt relieved after hearing this, so she said, "If there really is a big storm, I will definitely go to my uncle's ship. Only my uncle can protect me."
The captain of the guards, who was always concerned about the princess's safety, said quickly, "Princess, please rest assured. We will always take good care of your safety."
Anna now brought over the fishing gear, expertly hung a piece of bacon on the hook, and then handed the fishing rod to the princess.
Margarina took it, cast the hook with graceful movements, and then sat on the chair that Anna brought her.
Although she was fishing, Magalina would occasionally use a telescope to observe the large ship in front of the bow.
"Uncle Reg loves going out to sea so much. After we get married, we must not let him go out to sea all the time."
The time spent waiting for the fish to bite was difficult to pass, so the princess began to chat with the maid.
"My father said that he would set a rule for my uncle that he cannot go out to sea until I get pregnant." Magalina began to imagine her life after marriage with Reg.
"Fortunately, I don't get seasick, otherwise how could I accompany my uncle out to sea in the future?"
"Next time I go out to sea I must take my little George with me!"
George is Margarita's papillon.
Anna stood beside the princess, holding a small umbrella to protect her from the sun.
Suddenly a strong wind blew, and the hat on Margaret's head was blown off and rolled on the deck.
"My hat!"