To be polite, Sesil still managed a slight smile at the man.
“Our master is recruiting people to host a game.” The man bowed again, inviting them, “I will give you a huge sum of money; you won’t be invited for nothing.”
Sehir glanced at the upper deck with his head tilted, then looked back at the man without saying a word.
The man remained calm, straightened up, and pulled a wad of cash from his clothes, handing it to Cecil: "I won't lie, you will get ten times more than this."
Sehir's eyes were filled with doubt. Just as he was about to say something, a third voice suddenly came from afar.
"elder brother!"
It was Loman. Cecil turned his head and saw Loman stumbling towards him.
"Brother, why did you run out alone! It's dangerous." Loman grabbed Cecil's hand and then froze for a moment.
His hands are even more delicate than his sister's.
The man was also startled and asked, "Who is this?"
Loman then said, "I'm sorry, my brother is ill. It's our fault for disturbing you."
As Loman was about to pull Cecil away, he was stopped by the man with a creepy smile on his face.
"Excuse me, could you tell me what illness it is?"
A flicker of panic flashed in Loman's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed. The man stood between the two of them, looking down at them with scrutinizing eyes, his tone seemingly a bit cold.
"A child who lies is not a good child."
"Ugh!" Suddenly, Cecil cried out in pain, staring wide-eyed at Loman.
"What's wrong?" The man took a step back.
Sesil turned her head, her eyes red as she looked at the man. Loman grabbed Sesil's hand, pointed it at the man, rolled up his sleeve, and shouted, "My brother's disease is contagious!"
Upon hearing Loman's words, the man immediately took two steps back, a disgusted and repulsive smile on his face, looking exactly like a twisted demon from hell.
"Sorry to bother you."
——
Before Cecil could even cry, Loman burst into tears, her eyes red as she looked at her arm, which she had pinched so hard with the blanket that it was almost bleeding.
"I'm sorry, brother, I really had no other choice." The more Loman spoke, the harder she cried, her voice trembling, her eyes unable to look at the horrific bloodstain.
He hadn't expected that just by using a little force, Cecil's arm would be pinched like this, just like a nobleman's young master.
“It’s nothing.” Cecil gasped, rolled up his sleeves, glanced into the distance, and asked, “Who is he?”
Finally getting back to the point, Loman opened his mouth to explain: "I saw this person before when I was on the ship. He and his master are both perverts!"
Lohman cursed angrily and continued, "They often use this method to find people around my brother's age and then satisfy their perverted desires."
"A perverted idea?" Sesil suddenly became curious.
Loman smirked twice, then shut her mouth and remained silent for a few seconds before opening her mouth again: "Brother, you ran out so early, I thought you didn't want me anymore."
Sesil raised an eyebrow slightly, as if to change the subject?
“I came out for some fresh air,” Sehir said, echoing Loman’s words.
Loman held Cecil's hand, his smile unwavering: "It's cold outside, brother, let's go inside. I heard there'll be something delicious to eat today."
Sehir followed Loman, completely bewildered. Loman seemed unusually familiar with everything here, and with the sudden interruption of the conversation.
This child, who isn't even as tall as me, has too many secrets.
Once inside the cabin, it was finally much warmer, and Cecil pulled his scarf down a bit.
As soon as the two returned to their seats, Loman asked, "Brother, I still don't know your name."
Sehir tilted his head and slightly opened the window: "Sehir."
“Brother’s name is so nice,” Loman said with a smile.
Sehir simply smiled slightly without saying a word, his eyes glancing casually outside. A seagull, seemingly the same one from yesterday, was flying in the sky.
Today it is a person, but he is not.
Chapter 59
After a while, once the two had warmed up, Loman took Sesil to the bathroom at the back of the ship. There weren't many people there yet, and Loman led Sesil to the very back.
In order to blend in with these people, Cecil copied Loman's every move. He was so serious about it that Loman eventually discovered him.
"Brother, why are you staring at me like that?" Loman wiped the water off his face and looked at Cecil.
Sehir, with water droplets still clinging to his chin, was taken aback by the question, his ears turning red involuntarily. He turned and hastily wiped his face with his sleeve.
"No," Sehir replied dismissively.
Lohman looked at Cecil with a puzzled expression, then turned to look at the sky outside, which was gradually brightening; the fog had almost completely disappeared.
“Brother, let’s go eat.” Loman said to Cecil with a smile.
Sehir followed Loman through the cabins, and after several turns, they finally arrived at the restaurant.
The decorations here are like a castle; a giant crystal chandelier hangs in the center of the dome, the wallpaper and murals on the surrounding walls look like they were carved by hand, and even the marble floor is inlaid with gold trim.
Loman was stunned for a moment. After a couple of seconds, he pulled Cecil to the back of the line and whispered, "You have to queue here."
Sehir looked at the person in front of him, who was covered in gray from head to toe, and several pieces of fabric on his body were sewn on later.
This is the far side of the gate, where commoners receive their meals. Inside, however, lies the luxurious domain of the nobles, whose delicacies are being carried in by the restaurant staff. The commoners at the front of the line watch longingly, their mouths watering involuntarily.
——
Whether it was because of the cold weather outside or because these nobles suddenly got up early, a group of young noblemen came over in droves before the commoners' meals had even been distributed.
When he saw the group of civilians, a look of disgust and disdain flashed in his eyes. As he walked inside and saw the food being distributed to the civilians, some of them bent over and vomited.
Immediately, the people nearby became unhappy and stepped forward to overturn the rice ladle of the person serving the food, spilling the scalding hot soup directly onto the civilian at the front.
"Aaaaaah!" Suddenly, a scream erupted from the quiet restaurant.
This didn't elicit any pity from these noble young masters; instead, it made their disgust even more apparent. Looking at the screaming man, they went up and kicked him in the stomach, shouting...
"What are you yelling about! You're just being annoying!"
For a moment, the surrounding civilians clenched their fists tightly. They didn't even dare to utter a sound of resistance and could only watch their companions being trampled underfoot.
Sehir felt as if he were the embodiment of calamity, and wherever he went, a series of events would occur.
Finally, his wife couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed the food from the plate and threw it at the young nobleman, cursing, "Bastard! Get out of here!"
Suddenly, the entire restaurant fell silent, with only the scalding hot soup dripping onto the young nobleman's body.
Immediately afterward, with a shout of anger, the knights beside the nobleman rushed forward, grabbed clubs, and slammed the woman to the ground, mercilessly trampling on her.
At this point, some of the people around couldn't hold back any longer—this woman was pregnant! Sesil could hear the angry breaths of these people.
"I've had enough!" Suddenly, a man rushed out from the crowd and punched the soldier leading the group in the face.
One after another, they rushed out in a swarm. Loman pulled Cecil aside first, and before Cecil could say anything, Loman disappeared without a trace.
Helpless, Sehir could only shrink himself into a corner and watch the people in front of him who were already fighting each other.
Is this the difference between classes? Sehir's heart was pounding.
Food and soup were scattered everywhere, and the once magnificent gold carvings on the ground suddenly became ugly and disgusting.
Sehir frowned slightly, wanting to leave this place.
"Did you just arrive?" Suddenly, someone blocked my way.
Cecil took a step back and looked at the person in front of her, a girl in a princess dress. Seeing that Cecil did not speak, the girl opened her mouth to explain.
“That was my brother. He has a terrible temper, so don’t be scared,” the girl said, smiling at Cecil.
Cecil smiled and replied softly, "No, it won't happen."
Seeing Cecil's words, the girl seemed relieved, then smiled again and bent down to invite Cecil, "May I invite you to breakfast?"
The girl's movement immediately attracted the attention of the noble onlookers, and all eyes fell on Cecil.
Seeing that Loman had not yet arrived and the commoners were in the middle of a fight, Cecil took half a step back, gave a standard gentlemanly bow, and spoke in an elegant voice.
"Excuse me, miss, I'm waiting for someone."
The girl looked at Cecil's actions, her cheeks flushing slightly, and asked somewhat awkwardly, "Who are you waiting for?"
Cecil frowned almost imperceptibly, his expression remaining largely unchanged: "My deacon."
Only then did the girl realize that Sesil was all alone, and her face instantly turned bright red.
How could I not have noticed such a small detail?
The girl's apology deepened: "Sorry, I didn't notice." As soon as she finished speaking, she glanced behind her, turned around and smiled at Cecil, saying, "Then let's make another appointment later."
Sesil smiled, but the smile vanished instantly after the girl left.
When I tried to pull the scarf around my neck up, I realized I had left it on the seat.
Just as he was about to go back to get it, he suddenly remembered the missing Loman. Cecil couldn't help but click his tongue and search for Loman's whereabouts with his eyes.
Finally, they found Loman through a small side door. Loman, with a bulging belly, stumbled from the doorway to Cecil's side, took Cecil's hand, and said...
"Brother, let's go quickly, or we'll be in trouble when the police arrive."
Loman dragged Cecil along as they ran until they reached their seats. Loman wasn't out of breath, but Cecil was panting heavily. The sea breeze blowing in made Cecil shiver.
After catching his breath, Sehir put the scarf back around his neck, tying the final knot crookedly.
Chapter Sixty
Lohman looked at Cecil and couldn't help but laugh: "Brother, the knot you tied is so different from the one you tied yesterday."
Sehir looked down at the scarf and chuckled awkwardly, because it was Isri who had hit him yesterday.
Loman seemed to realize he had said the wrong thing, and quickly opened his clothes, revealing several pieces of bread and milk falling out of his round belly.
Loman chuckled and said to Cecil, "I got it from the back; otherwise, we wouldn't have had anything to eat this morning."
Sehir paused for half a second, looking at Loman. The place where they were sitting was blocked by a pile of boxes, making it seem like a small space for only the two of them, and people outside couldn't see inside at all.