Chapter 462 Between the Faceless People
This is trouble... I just dealt with Tracy, and her men brought Elaine here. If they find out what's going on here and call in all the Beyonders on the ship to surround us, I'll have no choice but to kill Tracy immediately and run away with Elaine. And there's no guarantee I'll even be able to escape...
Angel's eyes quickly swept across the small hall in front of the captain's room and the blood-stained and water-stained carpet, finally stopping on Tracy's face, who was sleeping on the ground.
The "hypocrisy" on her finger flashed with a barely perceptible light, and her face shape quickly changed into Tracy's. Her hair changed from Elaine's long straight red hair to black curly hair, and her body shape also changed. Then, she cleared her throat and uttered the majestic voice of "Lieutenant General of Disease" Tracy, but with a hint of instinctive charm.
"Let her stand outside and cool down in the sea breeze."
"Yes, Captain."
The young female voice responded.
This buys me a few minutes... Should I take Tracy and jump into the sea and escape, or should I take out a few more Beyonders, like Third Officer Mithor King, before the invasion is exposed?
Angel's brain worked quickly, and he finally made a decision and chose a tricky plan.
She wanted to pretend to be "Lieutenant General of Disease" and take Elaine away openly!
Continuing to drag the unconscious Tracy, he carefully hid her behind the large table. After confirming that she would not wake up in a short time, Angel tiptoed into the lounge at the back, took off his dress that was soaked in the salty sea water after swimming five miles in the sea, opened the wardrobe that occupied an entire wall, and was immediately dazzled by the dazzling array of clothes.
Long skirts, short skirts, tights, neutral and masculine jackets and windbreakers, the wardrobe of "Lieutenant General of Disease" Tracy is simply a display cabinet of various styles of clothing.
In a corner of the closet, there were some underwear that made Angel blush. They were boldly designed and avant-garde in style, and clearly not meant for Tracy herself. Even the oddly shaped objects in the corner might be...
Putting aside the thoughts that made her heart pound, Angel quickly found a set of shirt and trousers similar to the ones Tracy had just worn and put them on. The bleeding on her shoulder where she was stabbed during the battle had stopped due to the effect of the "Rose Necklace". She put on the shirt, leaving the top two buttons unbuttoned to leave some space for the shoulders to avoid being too tight and getting the white shirt stained with blood.
That’s about it…
Angel looked in the mirror and quickly restored his still slightly flushed face to normal. His eyes became sharp, the corners of his mouth lowered, and he made a serious expression. Then he closed the wardrobe and returned to the captain's room.
Black flames emerged from the air, licking the carpet, quickly devouring the blood that flowed from the two men in the fight, and baking the wet wool. Soon, the room returned to its pre-battle appearance, and the smell of blood and gunpowder became almost inaudible in the faint fragrance of the candles.
Oh, and that whip...
She reached out and picked up the whip that was broken into three pieces, stuffed it into the drawer of the table, thought for a moment, then took the part connected to the handle in her hand, clapped her palms, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Let her come in alone."
Angel gave the order loudly, and sat back in Tracy's high-back chair, put his feet up on the table, and posed like the "Lieutenant General of Disease" he had just seen.
…
After hearing the captain's order, the blonde maid standing outside the door had a gloomy face as if water could drip from it. She glanced at the red-haired woman beside her and signaled her with her eyes to open the door herself.
Elaine was wearing a golden-red long dress with a ribbon at the waist that formed a flower on the back. Her slender waist swayed as she turned to the maid, her face equally gloomy and with a hint of sarcasm.
Her hands were bound behind her back with a pair of heavy iron handcuffs.
"You want me to use my waist to push the door open?"
This response made the blonde maid's eyes tighten. Just when Elaine thought that she would not be able to help but take action, she heard her snort coldly, raised her hand to open the doorknob, pushed open the door, and pushed her in.
"Shameless bitch..."
She faintly heard a slight murmur behind her, followed by the sound of the door being deliberately closed.
Oh, Tracy will definitely hear...
Elaine smiled and walked around the partition at the door into the captain's room where candlelight flickered and fragrance filled the air. She saw "Vice Admiral of Disease" Tracy, who was standing with her legs crossed and raised, waving a whip in her hand, and staring at her with her eyes fixed.
The young lady's black curly hair fell messily on her shoulders and chest. Her blue eyes were a little sharp, but they exuded a kind of seduction that only a witch could have. The two long and straight eyebrows above her eyes added a touch of heroism to her soft cheeks. The white women's shirt with buttons unbuttoned to the chest and tight trousers that outlined the curves of her legs made Elaine suddenly feel a little uncomfortable.
Taking a deep breath, she stood upright in the middle of the carpet, chin raised, looking at Tracy, responding to all changes with the same attitude.
Push, push.
Tracy folded her legs, her short boots making muffled sounds as they stepped on the carpet. She gradually approached Elaine, and the whip in her hand, which was as short as some kind of bedding, kept hitting her palm, making crisp sounds.
"Tell me, how should I punish you, punish the 'prey' lady who escaped from my grasp?"
"How about you run away this time and I chase you? Let's see how far you can get without those men."
Elaine responded without hesitation, stepped forward with one foot, leaned forward slightly, and made an aggressive posture, but her hands bound behind her back, her shoulders pulled back, and her chest stretched as a result, made her movements even more seductive.
"Oh, they handcuffed you?" As if she had just noticed the handcuffs on Elaine's back, Tracy raised her eyebrows, her eyes shining, and said in a playful tone, "Great, this way we can try more tricks..."
When she said this, her cheeks turned slightly red, and she seemed embarrassed.
"Oh, as expected," Elaine sneered, her face full of sarcasm, but her eyes revealed a trace of sadness. "Is this why you brought me back? Come on, but don't think you can make me surrender."
The smile on Tracy's face disappeared. She opened her mouth and took a long time to answer:
"I... no, sorry, Elaine, actually..."
She lowered her hand that was shaking the whip, with an apologetic look on her face. She took two steps closer, almost sticking to Elaine.
"Actually, I..."
Just as she opened her mouth again, Elaine twisted her hands quickly and broke free from the heavy iron handcuffs like magic. She clenched her right hand and squeezed out a ball of bright yellow flame, which suddenly exploded between the two of them.
Tracy's eyes narrowed, and she subconsciously took a step back to avoid the explosion range, but she found that this huge ball of fire had no lethality and was completely an "illusion".
But taking this opportunity, Elaine's left hand flashed with a golden light, and the same color appeared in her green eyes, shooting towards Tracy like lightning.
"Spiritual Piercing!"
The lightning targeting the spirit gathered together and pierced Tracy's eyes like a sharp weapon, but it went straight through and disappeared in the air.
The witch's body disappeared in the flames, and she appeared behind the fake fireball at a distance of less than one meter, appearing in front of "Elaine", almost face to face and chest to chest.
Swish——
A sharp metallic friction sound was heard, and a short dagger with bony spurs appeared in her left hand. It pierced into the abdomen of "Elaine" as fast as lightning, easily piercing through the golden-red dress and flesh, and nailing the thinner and smaller paper figure Elaine to the tip of the dagger.
Beside her, the figure of "Elaine" appeared again. A dark green light flashed across her left hand. Her muscles tensed, and she took a heavy step forward. She clenched her right fist and smashed it towards "Tracy" like a giant hammer.
"Bang--"
"Elaine", whose strength was not inferior to that of the mid-sequence warriors and hunters after the "zombie", showed a look of surprise in her eyes. Her attack with both strength and speed was easily blocked by her slender hands, and the opponent was even able to slowly push her right hand back.
"Faceless Man, is it fun?"
"Tracy" had a smile on her face, holding the "Sword of Dawn" in her left hand, and holding the fist of the zombie "Elaine" with her right hand as if it were nothing. She stretched her neck forward, her black hair and red hair almost tangled together, and whispered.
"Aren't you playing too..."
"Elaine" muttered, her whole body relaxed, and the "zombie" state was lifted. The swollen muscles returned to normal, and she turned back into a heroic red-haired lady, but she looked a little charming because her cheeks were flushed after exercise.
With a swish, the dagger transformed back into a bracelet, and Tracy's serious battle expression faded, returning to a gentle smile. She looked at the other person with searching eyes and continued to ask:
"So, Crane, how did you become Elaine and be tied to the Black Death?"
"Just call me Elaine here, otherwise it feels a bit weird..."
A hint of embarrassment inevitably appeared on Klein's face. Even with his "Faceless Man" adjustment ability, he couldn't completely hide it. Wearing a woman's dress in front of Angel was too embarrassing.
However, I was just acting. Although the object of my "deception" had changed, my purpose remained the same. It could even help me better examine myself and detach myself from unnecessary emotions...
He quickly regained the mindset he had adjusted when he changed into this dress in another dressing room. The evasiveness in his eyes and the inconsistency in his expression quickly disappeared, and he looked calmly at Angel, who was still dressed as "Tracy".
Well, it seems my acting is still much better than hers. Earlier in the conversation, Angel was already showing signs of shame, even ready to reveal his true identity. Was it because he hadn't gone through the "clown" stage and was only using the "Faceless Man" magical item? And after my failed attempt at impersonating Danitz, my provocation had improved considerably, so she didn't notice again...
Quickly summarizing his performance, Klein felt a little inflated by the comparison. Just as a smile appeared on his lips, "Tracy" reached out and poked him in the waist. Even through the thick corset, he couldn't help but shrink his neck, and the expression on his face fell.
"Hurry up and tell me."
"Okay, okay..."
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