Chapter 1534 Meeting the 5 Old Stars
"I'm not going. I'm not going there either." Wapol shook his head like a rattle and his body unconsciously stepped back, trying to distance himself from William.
His feet rubbed against the ground, making a rustling sound.
But it wasn't that easy. William ignored his refusal and slowly stretched out his hand, lifting Wapol up easily like an eagle catching a chick.
Wapol's body was dangling in the air, his eyes widened in horror, and he grabbed at the air with his hands, but he couldn't catch anything.
"Hey hey hey! Put me down! Put me down!" Wapol struggled violently, his face flushed red with exertion, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.
But bound by the seastone, he was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, with no strength at all, and all his struggles seemed so powerless.
"The reward will be delivered soon. I will take this guy away first." William said to the two people escorting Wapol, his voice calm and firm, as if this was a very ordinary thing.
"Yes, sir." The two men quickly agreed. They knew how powerful William was and did not dare to disobey his orders.
They stood there, watching William holding up Wapol, with a hint of envy and awe in their eyes.
William lifted Wapol and flew back to the ship. His figure drew a graceful arc in the air and soon landed steadily on the deck of the ship.
As soon as he landed, William threw Wapol onto the deck like trash. Wapol's body traced a parabola in the air and only came to a stop when it hit the side of the ship with a "gurgling" sound.
He cried out "Ouch" in pain, curled up into a ball, his face full of pain.
At this time, a lady brought a copper basin filled with clear water.
William put his hands into the copper basin and washed them gently, his movements graceful and calm.
Then he took the towel handed to him by the lady and dried his hands carefully, as if he was doing something very particular.
After wiping, he threw the towel directly into the sea. The towel floated on the sea and soon disappeared from sight.
And Wapol was still lying on the deck, his eyes full of despair, not knowing what fate would await him.
"Where are you taking me?" Wapol asked loudly, his voice trembling. He tried to struggle to stand up, but the ropes were too tight and he couldn't move at all.
"Is this guy the one for this mission?" Princess Fia tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of confusion and curiosity, her voice crisp but with a hint of arrogance of a superior.
She stood in the middle of the deck, the sunlight shining on her gorgeous skirt, reflecting colorful light.
"Yes, Princess, this is the guy the king wants." Butler William bowed slightly, his attitude respectful, with a gentle smile on his face all the time, as if he could remain calm no matter what situation he faced.
Princess Fia took interesting steps and slowly walked towards Wapol who was lying on the deck.
As soon as she got close, a strange pungent smell hit her face. The smell was a mixture of sweat, the fishy smell of sea water, and the sour smell of not being cleaned for a long time. It was like an invisible hand that instantly grabbed her olfactory nerves.
Princess Fia immediately frowned, her delicate facial features twisted together. She quickly raised the fan embroidered with exquisite patterns in her hand and covered her mouth and nose tightly with it, as if this could keep out the disgusting smell.
"How disgusting! Throw this guy into the sea and wash him clean." She waved her hand in disgust, her eyes full of disdain, as if Wapol was some disgusting and dirty thing.
"Also, wipe the areas he touched with rose water," Princess Fia added, her voice filled with an unquestionable command.
She didn't want her noble territory to be tainted with this unpleasant smell.
"As you wish, Princess." Several guards responded in unison, then quickly stepped forward, lifted Wapol, and walked towards the stern.
Wapol struggled desperately in the guards' hands, kicking his feet and waving his hands in the air, shouting: "Let me go! You bastards! I won't wash!"
However, no matter how he struggled, the guards acted as if they didn't hear anything and continued to walk steadily towards the stern.
At the same time, the maids brought buckets of fragrant rose water and began to carefully clean the deck.
They used soft rags dipped in rose water to wipe the place where Wapol had just lain, bit by bit, their movements gentle and careful, as if they were wiping a precious work of art.
Princess Fia looked at the busy scene in front of her, curled her lips, and walked back to her seat.
She sat down gracefully, crossed her legs, gently fanned herself in her hand, and muttered, "How boring." This monotonous itinerary and the disgusting guy in front of her made her feel extremely bored.
Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, her eyes lit up, and she turned to William and said, "William, ask that guy Bolu when I can go find him?"
Her eyes were full of anticipation, as if endless fun was waiting for her at Beru's.
"Princess, Lord Beru is helping the Army fight the Revolutionary Army. It's too dangerous out there."
William frowned slightly, a trace of worry on his face. He didn't want the princess to go to such a dangerous place.
"Danger?" Princess Fia turned to look at him, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a stubborn smile, "Don't you have me to protect me?"
Her eyes revealed a kind of trust in William, as if as long as William was there, there was nothing to be afraid of.
"What? Are you scared?" Princess Fia asked deliberately provocatively. She wanted to see William's reaction.
"It doesn't matter if I die, but I'm afraid someone will hurt you secretly." William looked solemn and refused without thinking.
"What's more, Lord Satan will not agree to your going." William added.
"Hmph, you don't let me go, but I'm going anyway." Princess Fia pouted and sulked, her fair cheeks flushed with anger.
She began to think about how to leave Mariyat and go out to sea.
The big ship cut through the waves on the sea, slowly pulling the group back to the luxurious and mysterious island of Mariat.
This island is like a shining pearl inlaid in the ocean, exuding dignity and extraordinaryness everywhere.
Wapol was escorted by several guards like a prisoner and directly to the solemn and dignified palace of Saint Satan.
The moment Wapol stepped into the palace, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if an invisible pressure was enveloping him.
He slowly raised his head, and the scene in front of him made his eyes widen instantly, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.
Five old stars?
Countless thoughts flashed through Wapol's mind instantly. Damn it, why is this guy looking for him? Is he trying to kill him?
