piratefiction Chapter 97 You're Going to Be a Father
Chapter 97 You're Going to Be a Father
Chapter 97 You're Going to Be a Father
His head was throbbing terribly, like someone was hitting his skull hard with a small hammer.
Wilson opened his eyes groggily, only to see orange flames flickering before him and the firewood crackling.
He propped himself up and sat up, the dark gray robe covering him slipping down to his waist; Sophia had draped her robe over him while he was unconscious.
Two people sat opposite the campfire. Simon sat cross-legged on a rock, while the Imperial Adventurer leaned against the rock next to him, his large helmet reflecting the firelight.
They were chatting casually: "The Abyssal Spawn we killed was called a Slime Wyvern," came the Imperial Adventurer's voice from behind his mask, muffled but with the excitement of a bard recounting a thrilling tale. "The most disgusting monster on the third level, covered in a slimy, gooey substance. Melee weapons couldn't cut through it, bullets couldn't penetrate it either. Guess how we killed it?"
Simon tilted his head and casually guessed, "Poisoning?"
"That's right! The slime dragon drinks a lot of water every day to secrete slime, so we poisoned it from the upper reaches of the stream. The poison was made by boiling a flower from the second layer and a fungus from the third layer, resulting in a black pot of liquid. The beast drank it for three days, and its muscles began to sag, its scales softened, and it lay by the water's edge like a piece of rotten meat. Then we carried the drilling rig—"
"Drilling rig?"
"A large drilling rig used for mining," the Imperial Adventurer added excitedly. "We drilled right into its skull and poured venom directly into its brain. It didn't struggle much and died quite peacefully."
Wilson sat on the ground, looking around in a bit of a panic. There were more than just the two of them by the campfire. Chalasu was sitting cross-legged to Simon's left, his gray arms crossed over his chest, his eyes half-closed, as if listening to their chatter, or as if he were dozing off.
Not long ago, Elder Chalasu also agreed to cooperate with Simon on the condition that their cooperation would end once an exit from the abyss was discovered, and he would have to lead his people out of the abyss.
Simon agreed to his conditions, as leaving the abyss was also his wish.
What exactly happened?
Wilson was shocked by the joyful atmosphere. He saw Sophia sitting by the campfire, the firelight shining obliquely from her left, turning half of her face amber.
Her dark blue short hair shone in the warm firelight, the ends gleaming with a coppery sheen. Her eyes were lowered, the pupils reflecting the dancing flames, her gaze more tender than ever before, flickering with a faint smile.
Wilson reached for his waist and drew a sharp dagger.
Everyone noticed the sound of the dagger being drawn, but—no one paid him any attention.
"Have I stumbled into some cozy picnic scene?" he asked coldly.
His gaze then shifted to Sofia. "Sofia! Have you betrayed us too? Have they brainwashed you?!"
Sofia was silent for a few seconds, her hand unconsciously stroking her abdomen, a gentle smile appearing on her face.
"You're going to be a father—"
These words struck Wilson like a bolt from the blue.
Sofia's voice was hoarse, calm, and gentle. "I was planning to tell you this when I had the chance, but the situation is urgent now, so this is the only way I can tell you."
"Wh-when—" Wilson seemed to have a blank mind and stammered as he spoke.
"Remember last night? One of the doctors on our team had a method for testing pregnancy, and I just took it casually to try it out, but I never expected—"
Wilson still seemed dazed, whether overwhelmed by joy or deeply troubled by fear of the future.
The birth of a new life is undoubtedly a joyous occasion, but this is an abyss, with a strange climate and terrifying monsters that could kill that tiny life at any moment.
He was happy, but at the same time he was also afraid.
After a long while, he sheathed the dagger, sat down beside his lover, and said nothing, only gently stroking her abdomen.
Chalasu picked up a dry branch from the campfire and threw it into the fire. The branch exploded into a string of sparks, crackling like celebratory cannon fire.
"Pregnant women shouldn't get angry." The old man recalled the past and said in a rambling manner, "When my wife was pregnant with my son, she had a terrible temper. She would yell at everyone she saw. I was young and ignorant at the time, and I had a fight with her. She chased me and beat me for three blocks."
He paused, a faint smile appearing on his ashen face: "Later I got smarter and gave her whatever she wanted. After the child was born, her temper improved a lot."
"One of the two people in a couple must be the smart one," Chalasu instructed Sofia. "The smart one is responsible for educating, and the other is responsible for disciplining. If both of them only know how to discipline, then the child is beyond saving."
Sofia turned her head and looked at Charasu thoughtfully. Charasu looked back at her, his cloudy eyes serious and not at all joking.
"Then our child is truly beyond saving—" Sophia sighed helplessly as she looked at her absent-minded lover.
Finally, Wilson broke free from his overwhelming sense of happiness, his face gradually hardening. He quickly accepted the fact that he was about to become a father and naturally took on that heavy responsibility.
He made up his mind, stood up, and walked resolutely to Simon. He bowed respectfully and said with unprecedented determination, "Please give me a chance, I beg you!"
He had always been willing to work under a madman in order to survive, but now, the impending birth of a new life has given him immense courage.
For the sake of the little life that is about to be born, he is willing to abandon his dignity and even more willing to fight to the death.
Simon didn't agree immediately, but instead asked a question: "How many steam armors does Karl have?"
After a moment's thought, Wilson replied, "I counted them when I was at the camp. There were ten Zealots and four Cast Iron Warriors, making a total of fourteen. He also had at least five Clockwork Hounds, maybe more, hidden in his warehouse."
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The number of fanatics was greater than Simon had anticipated, but the number of cast iron warriors was surprisingly low, with only four.
"What about supplies? Do you know where he's getting supplies into the Abyss from?"
"I'm not too sure about that." Wilson shook his head. "The Cave Thief team is only responsible for collecting the flesh as evidence of his crimes. He also has another transport team that helps him transport things."
This was also within Simon's expectations; Karl ultimately didn't trust the tunnel raiders and didn't entrust them with the most important parts.
"I need you to investigate this mysterious transport convoy over the next few days. Where did they start? Where will they stop? Where will they ultimately go to collect their supplies? Find out everything and then let me know," Simon calmly assigned the task. "Can you do it?"
"I can do it," Wilson nodded emphatically.
With his own abilities, he demonstrated a great deal of control in this newly formed team.
He hasn't told them about the Empire and the nuns yet; it's his most closely guarded secret. To prevent them from being betrayed, he won't reveal his plans to anyone until they find a way back to the first level.
All the players in this game are secretly teaming up with him, and the infamous killing game that Carl painstakingly built is about to come to an end.
But before that, there was one more thing he had to do—