The slightly warm sea breeze woke Mike up from his coma while lying on the wooden deck.
After waking up, he vigorously shook his hair that had not yet dried a few times, and was startled by the shocking shout.
The hull of the ship was swaying, and there were running footsteps all around the deck.
It was the sound of running without shoes, fast and heavy.
He began to observe the situation around him and saw dozens of sailors busy on the deck.
Their actions seemed chaotic and without anyone directing them, from which it can be inferred that the captain was not a qualified leader.
Of course, this was Mike's first impression at the moment, and he was very convinced that he was now trapped on a pirate ship and had become a prisoner of the other party.
After seeing the red sails and painting clearly, Mike's memory gradually became clearer.
He remembered that a pirate ship suddenly appeared just now, attacked the Western Dawn, and completely sank it. The speed was so fast that Mike didn't even see clearly how it was done.
He originally thought he would die, but who knew that something seemed to grab him and pull him onto the pirate ship just before he fell into coma.
What happened to Clark and Eredin now? Mike had no time to think about it because he was too busy taking care of himself and secretly immediately planned how to escape from the pirate ship.
Pirates have various purposes for taking prisoners hostage, but judging from Mike's long-term experience in dealing with them, it is definitely not good.
He reached out and touched his body, but found that the gun had long been lost. He glanced to the side and saw the weapons piled by the pirates on the edge of the deck.
They are all crude cold weapons and there are no hot weapons. The entire pirate ship exudes a sense of classicism and the times.
The Crimson Queen...
Yes, Mike regained his memory again, remembered the legend about it, and suddenly broke out in sweat.
"You finally woke up..."
Suddenly someone spoke behind him, startling Mike again.
He hurriedly turned around and got up, only to see a guy wearing a deacon's uniform, holding a strange black umbrella, standing behind him.
"Master wants to see you, she is right behind."
The speaker's skin was pale, his eyes were cold, and his tone was emotionless. The black umbrella appeared quite out of place in such a place, blocking all sunlight that tried to touch the deacon's skin.
vampire……
Mike thought about the legend again and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
After he finished speaking, the deacon turned around and left without urging.
Mike hesitated at first, but finally followed, clutching his aching stomach.
They went up to the ship's house and saw the blond girl on the top deck, at the very back of the ship's rudder.
A thin red dress fluttered in the wind, making her body look extra loose.
It's hard to imagine that the owner of this ship is such an image. She looks to be fifteen or sixteen years old at most, and she's still a girl.
However, it was still the terrible legend, and Mike threw away this unrealistic judgment.
"Ms. Agatha, I brought him." The deacon still held up the black umbrella and bowed slightly to the girl in front of him.
The girl turned around, and Mike was slightly startled by her beautiful appearance.
Her skin is also fair, but it is not without blood, but slightly rosy.
And her temperament is not like that of an ignorant girl in her prime.
She is mature and has a sense of superiority brought by her noble bloodline, just like the name of this ship - the Crimson Queen.
Mike did not underestimate her thoughts at all, and looked at the girl in front of him warily.
The girl looked at him with profound eyes and finally said, "I saw you just now. You, David Jones and that Nippur guy don't seem to be the same person."
Mike frowned and did not answer her immediately.
The girl didn't ask further questions and turned to look at her butler.
The other person puffed out his chest and held up a black umbrella like a statue.
The girl sighed and suddenly raised her hand.
Mike saw that the sky darkened in an instant, and the light around the Crimson Queen was distorted, as if it had turned into some kind of energy, gathered in the girl's hand, and turned into a ball of light.
She has the power to turn day into night?!
Mike was immediately amazed.
The girl played with the ball of light in her hand and said to the deacon: "It's okay now, you don't have to hold that black umbrella anymore."
When the deacon saw it, he exhaled visibly and put away the black umbrella.
Looking at his dead-like skin, Mike was even more convinced that the deacon in front of him was a vampire.
He suddenly looked at the girl and asked seriously: "I'm afraid of the sun. This ship is indeed the Crimson Queen."
After hearing this, the girl suddenly became interested and looked at Mike again: "Well... maybe people are already used to that legend, so what are they all about?"
Mike took a step back, but the shouts of the sailors behind him did not stop.
"You are pirates who do all kinds of evil, and you are also vampires... everyone is."
"Really?" The girl's expression became more playful, "Just because my servant is afraid of the sun, you determined our identity? But what if I tell you that he just doesn't like to bask in the sun?"
Mike didn't believe this nonsense and continued to expose her and said: "I have seen how your men turned into grinning monsters and fought with those monsters that also climbed up from the sea."
The girl's little mouth opened into an O shape, seemingly surprised.
Mike felt uncomfortable with this change in expression, but then the girl said: "Is this what you mean by 'becoming'?"
She suddenly snapped her fingers, and the shouts of the sailors behind Mike stopped abruptly.
Goosebumps appeared on his body, and he turned to look at the deck. Everyone there stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes to the ship building.
Agatha walked to the front, put one hand on her hip, pointed the other hand at the men below, and shouted boldly: "Guys! Darkness has fallen, now enjoy the bloody moment!"
Her words were like a magic voice, instantly arousing the emotions of all the sailors and crew members.
The pirate sailors immediately shouted wildly and sang a boat song.
Mike was horrified to discover that there were changes in the crew members who were gradually beginning to enjoy the carnival.
Their eyes became bloodthirsty and flashed red, their mouths opened to reveal fangs, and their fingers grew longer and grew sharp nails.
The deafening boat songs replaced the shouts of the sailing boats, and the carnival rhythm covered up the swing of the oars. They began to carry the wooden barrels on the deck, holding the wooden cups high and drinking gourdfuls of scarlet liquid from the barrels.
Mike could smell the smell of blood in the air, and immediately covered his mouth and nose, looking at the scene in shock.
That's human blood! It's all in the barrels, and there are a lot of barrels filled with blood on the ship.
The crew members who revealed their true colors clinked glasses with each other, drank blood like wine, and danced with arms linked on the deck.
Scarlet blood was sprinkled everywhere.
Not only that, the groans and roars below the deck were even more shocking, as if there were countless terrifying beasts hidden there.
Mike looked towards the entrance leading below the deck, and soon saw those terrifying monsters climbing onto the deck.
Those were three bat-winged demons, the legendary terrifying blood demons that ate humans as prey.
But at this time, the monsters no longer had any violent wildness. They mingle with the vampire crew on the ship and join in the carnival.
The bat-winged demons who came up later also captured four or five humans who were screaming in terror. They were all passengers on the Western Dawn.
At this time, the passengers were so frightened that they screamed and became incontinent.
However, the diners attending the banquet didn't care at all, and directly threw a passenger into the middle of the pirate crew. Then the group of bloodthirsty monsters swooped up, biting and sucking him in front of Mike, without making any screams.