Chapter 2159

Seeing that Xia De did not speak, she revealed a reproachful look again and asked with some dissatisfaction:

"Why don't you comfort me? That way you could gain my favor; perhaps in a while, I would be willing to follow you to your cabin and let you engage in the activity of procreating offspring. You men, don't you all think like that?"

"I am becoming curious about you. When I made contact with you, I could immediately feel exactly what you are."

Xia De looked into her eyes very seriously:

"You were never born; your true form is merely the last remaining spark of vitality within death. Since that is the case, why do you understand humans so well, and understand the world so well? Miss, may I guess that you actually know everything, and you know what will happen here? No one knows of your existence; did you hear the plans of those cultists?"

The soft expression on the girl's pursed-lipped face vanished, and she once again became the image Xia De saw when he first appeared:

"If you are willing to kneel down and lick my feet, I can tell you how to save everyone on this ship."

Xia De laughed:

"Well, it seems you are not as mature as I imagined. Did you learn about humans and the world through observation? I am sorry that the world's first impression on you is so sinister and terrible; I cannot deny this, but now you need my help."

"You have it backward; it is you who needs my help. You want to know the conspiracy of that group of cultists from me. Yes, as long as you request it of me, I can tell you what they are doing. Although I do not have the ability to stop them, or even touch any physical entity, you seem to be quite capable."

The girl continued to speak, but Xia De still shook his head:

"No, it is indeed you who needs my help. You want to live, don't you?"

The expression of the girl with red hair froze immediately, and then she turned her head away. Although she still danced with Xia De, she did not let Xia De look into her eyes again:

"I don't understand what you are talking about."

"If you want to live, if you are not reconciled to walking toward the death I described just like this, then please open your mouth and ask me; please tell me that you want to live."

Thus, silence fell between the two, but their bodies still maintained the movements of the dance, and they were dancing quite well. Professor Evans watched the two young people in the crowd, and then suddenly asked Miss Theresa, who was beside him:

"Schultz, do you like that man?"

"Yes, Professor."

The blonde witch admitted it very frankly, and the old professor said with a chuckle:

"Based on my life experience, trying to catch him is even more difficult than catching a unicorn."

"But that is what makes it challenging, isn't it?"

Miss Theresa looked at Xia De's back with bright eyes:

"Especially since Aunt also has... feelings for him."

Xia De, of course, did not know about the witches' conversation, because the girl dancing with him, after the silence, was now looking at him with red eyes:

"Do you enjoy making girls cry so much? Can you even be considered a gentleman?"

"Then what is your answer? Are you willing to ask me for help? If you are willing, please speak."

Xia De asked. The girl with red eyes looked up at him, their hands held tightly together:

"Yes, I want to live, I want to live~ I want to live!"

The sounds of the gale and the waves once again replaced the music of the ball, and the light suddenly contracted toward the campfire, so everyone returned to the floating board.

"Miss Malong," who had recovered her black hair, was now being held in Xia De's arms, but she looked even more lost and confused:

"What... exactly am I?"

"Do you have the answer now?"

Xia De then asked the witches. Neither Miss Theresa nor Miss Maxim spoke; only Professor Evans asked Xia De thoughtfully:

"One does not exist, one is close to death; both lack the ability to become a complete soul."

Xia De nodded with a smile:

"As expected of a professor from the Zalas Academy of Literature, you guessed correctly. I think this hypothesis will be verified very soon."

He thought for a moment:

"According to the experience of the previous three fishing attempts, it takes four times for everyone to succeed. Now, the fishing for Miss Malong has been conducted twice. I think the next time will be when the answer is revealed, and the fourth time will be when we leave here. Miss Theresa, Miss Maxim, Professor, for the next fishing attempt, do not follow me into the illusion; stay a little further away and adjust your state. I think we still have one final battle to experience."

The witches nodded and retreated toward the center of the floating board with the campfire. In fact, having experienced the two illusions that were almost equivalent to a retrospective of reality, they each had their own gains. Miss Malong grabbed Xia De's arm and refused to let go, so Xia De could only maintain this posture and cast the fishing hook once again.

A few dozen seconds later, the fishing line went taut. Miss Malong, who had not helped before, finally pulled the object in the water up together with Xia De this time. The strength she displayed now far exceeded the level of an "ordinary person."

Although the force in the water was astonishing, what was fished up this time was merely a rolled-up oil painting canvas. Xia De roughly knew what this was, so when he picked up the heavy, water-soaked canvas, light surged around him once again.

"So, is this the cabin of the Glorious Messenger?"

Compared to the open deck and the ballroom, the scene this time was significantly smaller. But the interior decoration of the luxury cruise ship's first-class cabin indeed far exceeded Xia De's imagination. The metal side walls of the cabin were covered with a layer of expensive wood as a screen, red wool carpet covered the floor, and the furniture displayed all around shone under the bright gas lamps.

Of course, he was not here to sightsee, so after glancing around a few times, he looked at the people in the room other than himself.

The first-class cabin was a suite, and his current position was the bedroom inside the suite. The soft bed, large enough for four people to lie on, was pressed against the wall, and an easel was propped up beside the bed.

Xia De was standing behind the easel, with a palette, various brushes, and other painting tools beside him. He looked at the empty canvas, then raised his head to look at the bed in front of him, but immediately lowered his head:

"This is really..."

Miss Malong's initial hair color was black, it showed as blue on the deck, showed as crimson at the ball, but now it had turned blue again. Of course, the reason Xia De was so focused on the hair color was that the blue hair was currently covering her fair skin. Miss Malong was completely naked, supporting her head with her hand while lying on her side on the bed in a very difficult pose, without any covering, wantonly displaying her body to the "painter" behind the easel. The snow-white skin made Xia De think of a lamb for some reason, and the strands of hair hanging down from her side profile made her appear exceptionally charming.

Seeing Xia De lower his head, the girl even smiled and said:

"Didn't you say you wanted to paint an oil painting? I am already prepared."

Her body was completely solid at this moment.

With his head lowered, Xia De was staring at the kitten poking its little head out from his chest. The cat looked at Xia De for a while, then retracted its little head; it couldn't help Xia De this time.

A soft chuckle from "Her" reached his ears, and Xia De knew "She" was mocking him. But even if he really sat down to complete this painting that was not meant for him to finish, he faced a big problem: the Outlander did not know how to paint oil paintings... he couldn't even draw a simple sketch well.

Amidst his chaotic thoughts, Xia De's mind was not completely occupied by the "lamb." He knew that what was happening now existed in Miss Malong's memories. This should be the "stolen" first-class cabin; after they finished painting here in a while, they would probably go to various places on the ship to date.

Thinking of this, Xia De suddenly looked at the blank canvas and understood the significance of this scene.

"Hurry up, it's very tiring to maintain this pose."

The blue-haired girl was still urging him. Xia De had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit down behind the easel, then picked up a paintbrush at random. He didn't understand how to choose pigments at all, but he didn't expect that after picking up the brush, his arm actually started moving on its own.

He was perfectly capable of controlling his "out-of-control" right arm to stop it from painting, but Xia De did not do so. After watching the brush leave the first mark on the canvas, he felt at ease and began to chat with the girl on the bed:

"Speaking of which, which part of yourself are you most satisfied with?"

This sounded quite improper, but Xia De knew this was something that had to be asked.

And the blue-haired girl also smiled and said:

"Of course, it's the bridge. When they were designing me, the architects specifically considered the position and height of the bridge. I dare say, in our era, there is no ship with a more beautiful bridge than mine."

Her tone was quite proud and arrogant, and Xia De also nodded, trying hard to control his eyes to look at the canvas instead of looking past the canvas to observe that pair of bridges.

"Anything else? You are also very satisfied with your height, right?"

"That goes without saying, but I am even more satisfied with the paint job. You see, even under this yellow gas lamp light, my paint job can shine. On the sea when the weather is good, when the sunlight shines directly down, you cannot imagine how beautiful my paint job can be."

She laughed again, the bangs on her forehead swaying gently. Xia De was quite glad that he had come here alone this time:

"Please don't move so much; I am depicting your movements."

"Yes, yes, you are observing very carefully."

The girl giggled and asked Xia De again:

"Then how do you feel about my hull? I want to hear the truth; don't think I am an easy-to-deceive human girl."

"This... you know, ordinary words are hard to specifically evaluate your beauty. Let me finish this painting, and let me use the brush to depict the most beautiful you."

Xia De said. He already understood what significance the process of "painting" had for soul shaping, so he didn't want to do anything extra, but the girl still insisted:

"Then tell me, which part of me do you like the most? If you don't speak, I will be angry."