Shrouded Seascape

Chapter 750: Weister

There were no movements whatsoever from the Foundation in the days that followed. It seemed that they had truly conceded. The entire Subterranean Sea was calm and peaceful; there weren't any strange events at all.

It seemed like the storm had passed, and there was only going to be clear, blue skies from now on.

However, both the Foundation and those in the know were aware that the enmity between the two sides would eventually have to be resolved. With that day in mind, both sides began making their own moves.

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The First Mate of the Narwhale awakened from a chaotic dream. He dreamed that he was in the arms of a crying blonde woman in a ponytail. The blonde-haired woman spoke nothing and simply cried.

Bandages had long gotten used to such chaotic scenes, and they'd occasionally appear in his dreams and hallucinations.

He knew the chaotic scenes were from his memories in the distant past, but the scenes were too jumbled and numerous for him to piece together that it felt like he had several completely different sets of memories.

Weister quietly crawled out of bed and walked to the desk. He uncapped his pen, writing down everything he had seen from the dream he just had. He had to write it down as quickly as possible, or he'd forget it.Yôur favorite stories at novelhall.com

After sketching the woman's appearance, Weister rapidly flipped through the other pages of his diary; he also picked up a few pieces of skin with phrases tattooed on them. The skin belonged to him; he had removed them quite some time ago and had them tanned because of the tattooed texts.

Weister proceeded to compare the clues, attempting to link them together. If he could successfully piece together one segment of memory, perhaps he could understand some parts of his memories.

However, he eventually gave up. It was just too difficult.

Weister stood up and grabbed the bandages on the table. He was about to wrap them around him, but his hands came to an abrupt halt. He had returned to Hope Island, so he didn't have to do this anymore.

Weister quietly put on the signature green uniform of mail carriers throughout Hope Island. Then, he walked out of his bedroom.

"Weister, you're up?" Elena's voice echoed from the kitchen. She had instantly recognized Weister's footsteps. "I'm still making breakfast, so wait for a while."

Weister turned and saw his younger sister reading a newspaper on the sofa in the luxuriously decorated hall. However, his younger brother was nowhere to be seen.

"Where...is he? Is he still... asleep?" Weister asked, pulling out a chair at the dining table and sitting down upright.

Weister's family had no maids nor butlers, which was incredibly rare for a household like theirs. Fortunately, their mother was in good health, and she had no issues preparing meals for her three children and cleaning the house.

"He went out with someone last night, and he still hadn't come back. It's a girl~! Don't tell Mom, all right? Mark told me to keep it a secret." Weister's sister, Lucy's voice echoed from behind the newspaper.

Weister frowned slightly and remarked, "Too...early."

"You call this 'a small problem'? Do you not know that the outbreak of lunatics isn't contained to just one island? Every single island with inhabitants is at risk of fanatics spawning on them!" Lucy exclaimed.

Weister proceeded to ignore his sister. Compared to the previous crises, a few more lunatics to handle really was a small problem.

Weister wiped his mouth clean with a napkin and was about to stand up when the door opened with a creak. Mark, now a teenager, carefully poked his head in from the outside.

"You still have the nerve to come back?! Tell me! Where exactly did you go last night?" Elena roared as she shot up from her seat. She rolled up her sleeves and grabbed the broom from the corner of the hall before charging at her youngest son.

And with that, a wild chase between a mother and her youngest son began.

The hall instantly became chaotic, but Weister was calm. It wasn't like he didn't care, but he simply didn't have the luxury of time to pay attention to them, as he had to go to work.

He had to leave now, or he would be late.

Weister walked out of the door and swung his leg over his bicycle to straddle it, but before he could leave, he saw his younger sister following him out of the chaotic hall.

"Something... wrong?"

Lucy looked a bit bashful as she said coyly, "Well, I have a friend who's very fascinated with the Governor. She thinks that he's amazing! Can you get me something that the Governor has used before?"

Weister looked straight at his sister, who was already starting to grow taller.

"This...friend of yours...is it actually...yourself?" Weister asked doubtfully.

However, it seemed that Weister had struck the nail on the head, as Lucy's face instantly flushed red. She clenched her fists and pounded on Weister's chest a few times, saying "Are you going to help me or not?!"

"No... he's very dangerous... I can help... with anything but this... stay away from him," Weister warned. He then pedaled away without waiting for his sister's reply.

Weister was willing to trade his life in exchange for Charles' life, but Weister would never let Charles become his brother-in-law. If his sister were to end up marrying Charles, she'd surely live a life of hurt—both physically and mentally.

Lucy was just an ordinary person, after all.

Weister only wanted Lucy to live a safe and sound life under his protection.

After arriving at the post office and picking up today's letters, Weister proceeded to start his job for the day. The tires of his bicycle spun round and round, carrying him through the streets and alleys of Hope Island.