"Let’s go take a look." Baro suggested.
It’s said that the woman who drifted here was injured all over, temporarily no one should have touched her, even if someone did, Renko would be the first.
If Renko had indeed placed her in a compartment, with his possessiveness, the curtain would likely be down, at least until he finished his turn, he definitely wouldn’t let anyone else touch her.
Seconds later, they stood at the railing a dozen meters away from the compartment, vaguely seeing through the curtain gap, indeed, there was only one person inside.
Moreover, even though she was lying down, she was fully armed, wearing soft armor.
This closely matched Little Flea’s description.
But it’s too far away here, and the curtain blocked most of the view, they couldn’t see her face.
"I’ll climb in and take a look," Baro said.
Birch said worriedly: "There are people in the adjacent compartment... be careful."
Baro also glanced at the adjacent compartment, from which came sounds of hmm-hmm, ah-ah.
"I understand."
Baro leapt lightly, landing softly, then tiptoed to the curtain outside.
With a sense of anticipation, he gently pulled the curtain aside.
And then, he froze.
In the distance, Birch looked puzzled at Baro. Why was Baro standing motionless after opening the curtain?
One minute, two minutes—
Birch glanced left and right, worried sick, entirely baffled as to what happened to Baro.
He also feared someone might come by and discover the two of them, outsiders.
Seeing Baro with no intention of moving, Birch steeled himself and climbed over the gate, quickly walking to Baro’s side.
He dared not speak out loud, afraid to alert the neighboring compartment. Leaning his head over to peek inside the curtain.
He saw an extremely beautiful woman lying inside the curtain, her eyes closed, a head of wavy brown hair haphazardly sticking to her cheeks, giving off a slight seductive charm. Her figure was superb, even the soft armor couldn’t hide her proud curves.
The only pity was, there were some scars on her face, and her lips were a pale white.
Most importantly, her right hand seemed missing, replaced by some strange metal wires.
Birch was quite sure this woman was indeed very beautiful, probably the most beautiful he had seen in his life thus far. But it shouldn’t be enough to mesmerize Baro to a state of motionlessness, right?
Birch took a closer look at her face, her eyes closed, making it hard to see her eye color, but the face... the more Birch looked, the more familiar it felt.
Why did it look a bit like the woman in the secretly kept painting from Baro’s captain’s drawer?
"Captain, is she..." Birch, watching Baro staring blankly, couldn’t help but edge over to whisper into Baro’s ear.
Baro seemed not yet recovered, unconsciously replying: "It’s her, that’s her."
Birch: "Who is she?"
Baro: "My Queen... the Crownless King of Blackberry Sea Area..."
A voice akin to a murmur gently floated out: "Lady Asperu."
As Baro uttered her name, the woman’s ears on the grass bed seemed to twitch slightly.
Birch was just about to look closer when suddenly a blast of cold wind hit.
Before Birch could react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then his body spun in the air, finally crashing hard to the ground.
Struggling to lift his head and look.
He saw the neighboring compartment, at some point, the activity had ended, a man walked out from inside. As soon as he saw Birch, he instantly kicked him, which was why Birch ended up airborne and crashing down.
And as it happened, this man was the former guard... the Scar-face.
After kicking Birch away, Scar-face immediately saw Baro. It took him but a split second to recognize Baro’s identity.
Shock flashed in his eyes, without hesitation he shouted loudly: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
His voice echoed within the shipyard, and soon, lights ignited from dark places.
Numerous figures emerged from various places, quickly converging toward the pigsty direction.
Birch and Baro were in grave danger.