After dressing as a villain in Yiyou, she opened her eyes and was in the Shura field

Chapter 3 Set sail
"Boom!"

Black smoke billowed from a blue funnel of the Royal Line, and the shrill whistle urging to board was mixed with the hustle and bustle of conversation.

Sierra looked back and went all the way to the boarding gate of the second-class cabin.

There is a special waiter for the second-class guests in the ship. Sera handed over the luggage to him, and followed the flow of people to step on the elm plywood.

After the ear-piercing whistle sounded for the third time, the first and most luxurious royal cruise ship in the Kingdom of Lilenni officially departed from Leicestershire across the ocean to Cumbria.

Thousands of passengers cheered, holding small red and yellow flags and waving in the air. Several large boiler rooms at the stern burned a lot of coal, and the three blue chimneys emitted billowing black smoke. The combustion gas started the cruise ship slowly. leave port.

In a hazy sky, the sun broke through the accumulated clouds, and the warm orange light shone on the face, dispelling the dampness of the seaside.

Serra took off her wide-brimmed hat, her dark brown curly hair fluttering in the wind, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Sera?"

A surprised voice sounded from behind.

Sera turned her head, and instead of looking at the girl who made the noise, she looked at the outer corridor of the first-class cabin above, and she saw the big nobleman racing wildly again.

He stood in a shadow under the sloping colonnade, just avoiding all the open sunlight. It was an indescribable face, like a god on a Gothic stone carving, too pale and deep. Leaking to the back of his hand on the railing, he put it down immediately, a look of disgust appeared on his finely sculpted face.

Obviously wearing leather gloves, but subconsciously avoiding the sun.

Like a vampire.

A flash of thought occupied Sela's mind.

The noble looking into the distance suddenly lowered his head, his dark and hollow gaze shot precisely in her direction.

"Sera? What are you looking at?"

Sierra retracted her raised jaw abruptly, and her eyes returned to the girl in front of her who was about to occupy the entire sight of her eyeballs.

"Hello."

"We met at the funeral. I'm Betty." The dark-haired girl greeted her with a smile.

"I remember, Aunt Finn's daughter, are you going to Cumbria too?" Sera nodded. As a novelist's basic quality, a month's life is enough for her to sort out the huge and complicated relationships.

"I'm just here for a sea trip. It would be best if you invite me to sit with Earl Lizzie." Betty smiled and added on purpose, "I hope you have the right to make the decision."

Sera fell silent, and her eyes became cold, "If there is a chance."

The sea breeze on the deck was too strong, and she didn't want to stay under that deep, searching gaze for a long time, so she put on her wide-brimmed hat and left in a hurry.

In the corridor of the first-class cabin, the blond nobleman lowered his eyelids, and a wrinkle appeared on his smooth and beautiful forehead.

Shutting herself back into the room, Sera pressed her chest that was beating wildly. She almost looked at the other person at that moment. It was definitely not the lingering fear after peeping, but the fear, the fear that the person would see her.

The inexplicable emotional change, like a certain death ending pressing on her forehead, made people shudder.

The second-class cabin that Earl Lizzie booked for her was very nice, with red patterned wallpaper, expensive lounge chairs, an oak bed with green hangings on the four corners, and a separate bathroom.

The electric light on the top was in the shape of a few drooping roses, and the light from the facets was a bit dazzling. She turned off the light, rejected the dinner reminded by the exclusive waiter, took off all her clothes, pulled down the curtains and lay down on the bed to catch up on sleep.

The boat corridor was always lively, and the laughter and the sound of walking at the door did not stop until the light of the second day rose from the coastline.

There was a little commotion in the early hours of the morning. The sound of glass breaking exploded above Serra's head, and another lady screamed.

Sera suddenly opened her eyes in the darkness, and the sound of chaotic footsteps was trampling back and forth on her forehead.

She frowned and sat up on the mattress, a gust of damp and cold wind came in from outside the curtain, the windows in the room had been forgotten.

She opened the curtain and just stuffed her feet into the shoes when a large red skirt flashed past the window and fell rapidly. Before Sera could figure out what it was, the sound of falling into the water was like a heavy stone smashing the sea surface.

Someone fell overboard, from the room above her, and that was the first-class floor.

Sera kicked off her shoes and ran barefoot to the window to look down. The turbulent water splashed a layer of lady's skirt, and a large amount of red blood surged along the forward water waves.

Frozen by the cold wind, she was alert, and the fluff on her face stood up.

Early the morning of her second day at sea, she witnesses a murder.

The deceased was not an aristocrat, but a wine maid serving the first-class cabin. When she was picked up, her clothes were disheveled. The blood-colored skirt was spread out on the elm deck. The skirt should have been white before it was dyed.

Putting on a thin blanket, Sera stood behind the pillars in the corridor of the second-class cabin, watching a servant in a black suit that was more eye-catching than the surrounding people came to the deck.

He said a few words to the people who salvaged the body. Before the sun fully shone on the boat, they put the body in a sack and tied it with stones and threw it back into the sea. Before getting up for activities, scrub the deck without leaving a trace of blood.

Sierra, who watched the whole process, frowned. She had the impression of the outstanding servant in a suit, who was around the nobleman who was racing at the port.

He lives just above her?

Sela looked up, looking thoughtfully.

What kind of title is this person?Killing a maidservant in public would be enough scandal to convict any aristocrat that he didn't care that a spy like her would spread the word of the murder?
"Selah? You got up so early?" Betty's lazy voice behind her startled her.

"A little seasick." Sera turned around, wrapped herself in a thin blanket and walked into the house.

"You didn't attend last night's dance, so you must come to tonight's party." Betty followed up and said with a smile, "It's just drinking coffee and playing games. Come on Sierra, everyone wants to meet you."

"Miss Serra." A cold but not very polite male voice interrupted their conversation.

Betty scowled at the servant's impolite manner.

Sera did not agree with her emotions, she cautiously looked at the handsome servant who was walking towards her, he was still on the deck just a moment ago.

He was younger than when he was seen from a distance, which made people suspect that the noble was illegally employing child labor.

"The Duke of Rosehill invites you to dinner tonight." He bowed slightly to express his intention.

"Duke?" Betty's gloomy attitude instantly turned into surprise, and she turned her head to look at Sera, with jealousy in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)