Chapter 146 - - 146 Witch Paul_1

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Wicked little witch!

It’s a good thing her belt was thrown away.

Otherwise.

If she were left to create panic aboard his ship as a witch, all the joy he created would have been negated by her.

Luck indeed stood by his side.

Since when had he ever used poison to kill?

He always struck at the heart!

Duge looked at He Ya, offering perfunctory comfort, “No need for that. Marsha, our pirate crew’s creed is to spread joy. With our protection, no one can harm you. You should learn to be a happy witch…”

The witch glared at Duge indignantly, “Witches require reverence, not happiness. You’ve taken me captive, and destroyed the fear my grandmother and mother accumulated over a century. I can already foresee the days to come; no one will fear me anymore.”

Family legacy, huh?

Curious, Duge eyed Marsha Hewitt and asked, “Who was bold enough to marry your grandmother? And who married your mother?”

“…” The witch choked, then bellowed, “What does that matter to you? That’s not the point at all!”

“Aren’t you afraid of giving birth to boys?” Duge pressed on.

“…” The witch’s bluster faded, and she muttered, “We have medicine. Whenever a witch wishes to pass on her legacy, she selects the most powerful man in the world, and afterwards, they retain no memories.”

After several questions, Barry’s fear of the witch abated. He glanced at her peculiarly, suddenly feeling she had been captured by his captain on purpose. Immortal, with formidable power—there likely wasn’t a stronger man in this world than Paul.

With a mischievous smile, Duge teased, “So, you do need happiness after all, don’t you?”

Marsha felt like she was losing her mind. At that moment, she really wanted to crack Duge’s head open and see what was inside. Everyone else was concerned about the Sea God Scepter, and he asked where she came from?

While being chased by pursuers, he was concerned about whether she was happy?

What did he care whether she needed happiness or not!

If she desired happiness, she wouldn’t seek it from him.

The witch glared at Duge, her chest heaving violently.

She swore, if she had to choose the man she hated most in the world, it would absolutely be this guy right in front of her!

Duge gave Vito a meaningful look.

Vito sighed inwardly.

As expected.

He was already being used as a subordinate, not a partner.

But he wouldn’t defy Duge’s orders, and plastered a smile on his face, “Sister He Ya, your voice is so nice, and you must be very beautiful as well!”

“Of course.” The witch immediately swelled with pride, “Little brother, you’re much nicer to talk to than that stinker.”

“Sister is gentle and beautiful. I wonder what’s the catchphrase?” Vito asked with a smile, continuing.

“What catchphrase?” The witch looked at Vito curiously.

“Nothing?” Vito chuckled and skirted the subject, “I just didn’t expect that the legendary Witch He Ya would be so young and beautiful…”

“The real Witch He Ya is my mother, she was killed by Mahamadu,” Marsha said through clenched teeth, glaring at Duge. “If I had my mother’s powerful magic power, I wouldn’t have been captured by this scoundrel…”

Vito glanced at Duge, then asked, “Smart and beautiful witch sister, could you tell me the clue to the Sea God Scepter?”

“To find the Sea God Scepter, one must first find the Golden Compass…” Influenced by the skill, the witch spoke without reservation, repeating what she had told Duge.

Could it be she was telling the truth?

Duge was stunned. Was the witch really so forthright?

That’s not right.

She must truly hate Mahamadu, but, having no means of revenge, chose him when the Crystal Ball shattered…

“Marsha, do witches really have magic power?” Duge picked up the conversation, asking.

“Of course.” Marsha nodded. “If we didn’t have magic power, why would the Crystal Ball have shattered when divining your fate?”

“Then try to divine for me whether I might obtain the Sea God Scepter or not?” Duge smiled, grabbed the large parcel kept in the cabin, took out the Crystal Ball, and handed it to the little witch.

The little witch was taken aback, looking at Duge apprehensively, reluctant to accept the Crystal Ball.

Vito glanced at Duge and ingratiatingly said, “Sister Marsha, your talents are unmatched in the world, won’t you divine this for us?”

“Fine, I’ll do it just this once. He’s too strange; divining his fate, I fear I might die,” Marsha muttered while taking the Crystal Ball. She swept her gaze over the three people on the ship and said, “But I need to tell you, the result of the divination represents only the future of this moment, any fate can be changed.”

With hundreds of variables in the simulation chamber, it would be weird if fate were fixed!

Duge nodded and gestured with his hand, “Begin please, we’re prepared.”

The witch placed the Crystal Ball on her thighs, her hands hovering above it. She closed her eyes and began to murmur an incantation.

For a moment.

Opaque white light reemerged on the Crystal Ball.

Then.

The witch opened her eyes.

The opaque white light flashed and vanished.

This time, the Crystal Ball did not shatter, but the witch visibly tired a great deal. She looked at Duge, her brows deeply furrowed.

“What did the divination reveal?” Duge asked.

“It’s odd, just a blurry image,” the witch said, looking curiously at Duge’s hand and hesitating for a moment. “Two different hands holding the Sea God Scepter, one of them should be yours, the other has slender, pale fingers that look like a woman’s hand…”

“That’s it?” Duge was stunned.

“Divination is like that, already clear enough, all right?” Marsha retorted irritably. “The subject of the divination is you, proving that one day in the future, you might touch the Sea God Scepter. I don’t know who that woman is. Maybe you’re handing the Sea God Scepter to Jannie, or possibly fighting with another woman for the scepter. It’s just a future image; anything could happen…”

Vito’s eyes widened.

Are you kidding me?

Paul is that rash?

He can survive to the end and fight for the scepter with someone else?

But why a woman’s hand—isn’t it supposed to be him and Paul fighting for the scepter?

Barry’s eyes lit up; his confidence suddenly increased. Paul actually had a chance to compete for the Sea God Scepter. Just this fact was enough.

“Sister Marsha, you’re beautiful and kind-hearted, the most powerful witch in the world, could you do a divination for me?” Vito asked reluctantly.

“I can’t anymore, my magic power is depleted,” Marsha looked at Vito. “My magic power can only divine the future three times within a day. Besides, earlier, while divining Paul’s fate, I suffered a backlash from the magic power, and I haven’t recovered yet…”

“＠＃＄Ｗ％％…” Duge glanced at Marsha, took the Crystal Ball from her lap, copied her movements, and repeated the string of strange incantations she had said.

He had the courage and curiosity to try everything.

“Impossible, you heard it only once; how could you remember such a complicated incantation?” Marsha’s eyes widened.

Twice!

Duge muttered to himself.

When you divined for me in the witch’s cottage, you said the same thing; so all you witches rely on a string of incantations to conquer the world, huh!

If I can’t remember after hearing it twice, what a waste of my high spiritual power.

The next moment.

Something even more incredible happened.

A white glow emanated from the Crystal Ball.

“By the Sea God, how could you possibly possess magic power?” Marsha’s eyes grew even wider. “Isn’t it said that only witches can use the Crystal Ball? Paul, are you a woman?”

Vito rolled his eyes. A pink pirate flag—what else if not a woman?

But the Crystal Ball is also strange; could it be distinguishing based on the soul?

That said, could he use it too?

His soul is female, after all!

…

The white light flashed and was gone.

“What did you divine?” Marsha asked eagerly.

“Second,” Duge glanced at Vito and uttered two words.

“What second?” Marsha asked. “What image did you see?”

I didn’t see anything, just saw a glowing light bulb—perhaps there really was an image when the white light shone, but he couldn’t see it. Duge muttered to himself, and looking at Vito’s excited face, he asserted, “You are second, standing behind me.”

“Really?” Vito’s face lit up with excitement.

Don’t trust yourself, but trust a Crystal Ball?

Duge looked at Vito and muttering to himself, he seriously concocted a future for him: “In the image I saw, you held up two fingers and your mouth shape seemed to say two as well, so I feel it probably means second place…”

These days, with Vito unsettled, Duge felt it necessary to foster a closer relationship between them. The friendly rapport between a slave and his master clearly wasn’t enough. Since he was willing to believe in fate, Duge might as well use the future to solidify their bond.

Just spinning a couple of lies, too easy.

“Heavens, you really saw an image,” Marsha covered her mouth in surprise. “Paul, can you do a divination for me? A witch can’t divine her own fate. Can you divine for me, see what my future holds?”

Duge looked at the witch and nodded with a smile: “Of course.”

Then.

He recited the incantation again.

The Crystal Ball shone with white light once more.

As the white light faded.

Marsha asked expectantly, “Well? What does my future look like, did my revenge succeed?”

“Gold Coin, I only saw countless Gold Coins. You’re lying on top of them, your face full of greed and pleasure…” Duge glanced at the witch, his expression somewhat odd.

The witch’s eyes began to shine.

Suddenly.

She laughed heartily, with triumphant abandon: “This is the future I want! Paul, our partnership was right on, I knew it. The one who could make the Crystal Ball shatter must be an extraordinary person.”

A bunch of fools!

To be controlled by a glowing ball!

Duge snorted disdainfully and then turned to Barry who was steering the ship, asking proactively, “Barry, do you need me to do a divination for you?”

“Really?” Barry asked excitedly. “Didn’t Marsha say a person can only divine three times a day?”

“That’s because her magic power is insufficient.” Duge looked at Marsha with contempt and said, “Besides, haven’t I divined less than three times?”

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