The wicked little witch!

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

Otherwise.

Letting her create panic on his own ship as a witch, all the joy he created was offset by her.

Luck is indeed on his side.

When did he ever use poison to kill someone?

It’s always been a heartless approach!

Du Ge looked at He Ya and comforted her perfunctorily, “No need. Masha, the purpose of our pirate group is to spread joy. With our protection, no one can harm you. You should learn to be a happy witch…”

The witch glared at Du Ge with a pout, “Witches need to be feared, not happy. You took me away, and all the fear accumulated by my grandmother and mother over the past hundred years has been destroyed by you. I can already foresee the future days, and no one will be afraid of me anymore.”

Family heritage?

Du Ge curiously looked at Masha He Ya and asked, “Who has the guts to marry your grandmother? And who married your mother?”

“…” The witch choked, roaring, “It’s none of your business how we came to be. That’s not the point at all, okay?”

“Aren’t you afraid of giving birth to boys?” Du Ge asked again.

“…” The witch’s momentum suddenly wilted, and she said hesitantly, “We have a potion. Whenever a witch wants to pass on her legacy, she will choose the most powerful man in the world. Afterwards, they will have no memory of it.”

Several consecutive questions dispelled Barry’s fear of the witch. He looked at the witch strangely and suddenly felt that she was deliberately captured by his captain. Immortality, immense power—there should be no man in the world stronger than Paul.

Du Ge smirked provocatively, “So, you still need to be happy, don’t you?”

Masha was about to go crazy. At this moment, she really wanted to pry open Du Ge’s head and see what was inside.

While everyone else was concerned about the Trident, he was asking himself where he came from?

When there were pursuers behind them, he was concerned about whether she was happy or not?

Who cares if I need to be happy!

Even if I wanted to be happy, I wouldn’t find you.

The witch glared at Du Ge, her chest heaving violently.

She swore that if she had to pick the man she hated the most in the world, it would definitely be the guy in front of her!

Du Ge signaled to Vito with his eyes.

Vito sighed inwardly.

Sure enough.

He had already been treated as an underling, not a partner at all.

But he wouldn’t disobey Du Ge’s orders. He put on a smile and said, “Sister He Ya, your voice is really nice, and you must be very beautiful too!”

“Of course.” The witch immediately became smug. “Little brother, your voice is much nicer than that stinky guy’s.”

“Sister is gentle and beautiful. I wonder what the keywords are?” Vito smiled and continued to ask.

“What keywords?” The witch looked at Vito strangely.

“Nothing?” Vito smiled and brushed it off. “I just didn’t expect the legendary witch He Ya to be so young and beautiful…”

“The real witch He Ya is my mother, and she was killed by Mahamadu.” Masha gritted her teeth and looked at Du Ge, saying, “If I had my mother’s powerful magic, I wouldn’t have been abducted by this jerk…”

Vito glanced at Du Ge and asked, “Smart and beautiful witch sister, can you tell me the clue to the Trident?”

“To find the Trident, you need to find the Golden Compass first…” Under the influence of her skills, the witch spoke without reservation, repeating what she had said to Du Ge.

Is what she said true?

Du Ge was stunned. Was the witch so sincere?

No.

She should really hate Mahamadu, but she didn’t have the ability to seek revenge, so when the crystal ball shattered, she chose herself…

“Masha, do witches really have magic?” Du Ge changed the subject and asked.

“Of course.” Masha nodded. “If there’s no magic, why would the crystal ball shatter when I was divining your fate?”

“Then help me calculate whether I have a chance of getting the Trident?” Du Ge smiled, grabbed a large package from the cabin, took out the crystal ball inside, and handed it to the little witch.

The little witch was stunned, looking at Du Ge with lingering fear, and dared not take the crystal ball.

Vito glanced at Du Ge and said ingratiatingly, “Sister Masha, your skills are unparalleled. Can you help us with a divination?”

“Okay, just once. He’s so weird, I suspect I’ll die divining his fate.” Masha grumbled as she took the crystal ball and looked at the three people on the ship. “But I want to tell you, the result of the divination only represents the future at this moment, and any fate can be changed.”

There are hundreds of variables in the entire simulation field. It would be strange if fate could be fixed!

Du Ge nodded and gestured, “Let’s begin. We’re ready.”

The witch placed the crystal ball on her lap, her hands suspended above it, and closed her eyes, murmuring an incantation.

A moment later, a milky white light reappeared on the crystal ball.

Then.

The witch opened her eyes.

And the milky white light disappeared in a flash.This time, the crystal ball did not shatter, but the witch visibly looked much more exhausted. She looked at Du Ge and frowned tightly.

“What did you see in the divination?” Du Ge asked.

“It’s very strange, only a vague image.” The witch looked strangely at Du Ge’s hand, hesitated for a moment, “Two different hands holding the Trident of the Sea God. One hand should be yours, and the other hand’s fingers are slender and pale, looking like a woman’s hand…”

“Is that all?” Du Ge was stunned.

“That’s how divination works. It’s already quite clear, isn’t it?” Marsha said irritably. “The subject of the divination is you, proving that one day in the future, you are likely to touch the Trident of the Sea God. I don’t know who that woman is. Maybe you are handing the Trident to Janice, or maybe you are fighting with another woman for the Trident. This is just a future image, anything could happen…”

Vito’s eyes widened.

Is this a joke?

Paul is jumping like this?

Can he really survive to compete for the Trident?

But why is it a woman’s hand? Shouldn’t it be him and Paul fighting for the Trident?

Barry’s eyes lit up, his confidence suddenly boosted. Paul actually has a chance to compete for the Trident of the Sea God. That alone is enough.

“Marsha, you are beautiful and kind, the most powerful witch in the world. Can you help me calculate?” Vito asked unwillingly.

“No, my magic is not enough.” Marsha looked at Vito. “I can only predict the future three times in one day, and before, when I predicted Paul’s fate, I was backlashed by magic once, and I still haven’t recovered…”

“@$%W%%…” Du Ge looked at Marsha, took the crystal ball from her leg, copied his movements, and repeated the strange incantation she had said.

He had the courage and curiosity to try everything.

“It’s impossible. You only heard it once. How could you remember such a cumbersome incantation?” Marsha widened her eyes.

Twice!

Du Ge muttered in his heart.

When you divined for me in the witch’s hut, you also chanted this sentence. So, it turns out that you witches rely on a string of incantations to dominate the world!

You can’t remember it after hearing it twice, and it’s a waste of my high spiritual power.

The next moment.

Something even more incredible happened.

The crystal ball emitted a white light.

“By the sea god, how can you have magic?” Marsha’s eyes widened even more. “Isn’t it said that only witches can use crystal balls? Paul, are you a woman?”

Vito rolled his eyes. If he’s not a woman, what else could he be?

But the crystal ball is also strange. Could it be that it discerns souls?

In that case, can he use it too?

Her soul is also female!

…

The white light flashed and disappeared.

“What did you see in the divination?” Marsha asked eagerly.

“The second.” Du Ge looked at Vito and said two words.

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

I didn’t see anything. I just saw a glowing light bulb. It’s possible that there was a real image when the white light came on, but I couldn’t see it. Du Ge muttered in his heart, looking at Vito, who was full of surprise, and said confidently, “You are the second, standing behind me.”

“Really?” Vito looked pleasantly surprised.

He didn’t believe in himself, but he believed in a crystal ball?

Du Ge looked at Vito and muttered in his heart, earnestly fabricating a future for him: “In the image I saw, you raised two fingers and your mouth seemed to say ‘two,’ so I feel like it means the second place…”

In recent days, Vito’s thoughts had been fluctuating, and Du Ge felt it necessary to make their relationship more intimate. The friendliness between a slave and a master was clearly not enough. Since he was willing to believe in fate, then he would use the future to solidify their relationship.

It’s just a matter of making up a couple of lies. Too simple.

“Oh my god, you really saw an image.” Marsha covered her mouth in astonishment. “Paul, can you predict my future? Witches cannot predict their own fate. Can you predict mine and see what my future holds?”

Du Ge looked at the witch, smiled and nodded, “Of course.”

Then, he chanted the incantation again.

The crystal ball emitted a white light once again.

When the white light went out, Marsha asked eagerly, “How is it? What does my future look like? Is my revenge successful?”

“Gold coins. I only saw countless gold coins. You were lying on top of the gold coins, with a greedy and indulgent look on your face…” Du Ge looked at the witch, his expression somewhat strange.

The witch’s eyes gradually began to glow.

Suddenly, she burst into laughter, laughing triumphantly and uncontrollably, her body trembling with laughter. “This is the future I want! Paul, our cooperation is indeed correct. I knew that the person who could make the crystal ball shatter must be an extraordinary person.”

A bunch of fools!

They were actually controlled by a glowing ball!

Du Ge snorted disdainfully and then looked at Barry, who was piloting the boat, and asked, “Barry, do you need me to predict for you?””Is it possible?” Barry asked excitedly, “Didn’t Marsha say that a person can only divine three times a day?”

“That’s because her magical power is insufficient,” Du Ge said with disdain as he glanced at Marsha. “Besides, haven’t I divined less than three times yet?”

(End of Chapter)