Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Rowett lowered his eyes casually, his gaze falling on the palm of his hand.

The cut on the palm of the hand has been properly treated, the snow-white gauze is tightly wrapped around it, and the remaining blood stains have long been washed away.

He twisted his fingertips.

The soft touch of the mermaid tongue seems to still stay on the surface of the skin, moist and cold, winding slowly like a snake, with a sense of distance and danger from a foreign race, like a kiss from the **** of death from the deep sea.

The fingers gradually tightened, as if to hold something tightly in the palm, red blood stains slowly appeared on the gauze, and it was smudged little by little.

The young emperor stared at his injured palm calmly, as if he didn't notice the slightest pain.

His eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly.

At this time, a thick pile of all the information related to the Siren was carefully sent to the table in front of Rowett by an attendant, and then he minimized his presence and retreated from the room as quickly as possible—all that could stay by his side. People of long enough know that this fickle emperor does not like to be disturbed, and they are not willing to face the possible consequences of angering each other.

Rowett retracted his gaze, raised his hand to take the pile of materials he had ordered to collect, and simply flipped through it.

These myths or legends are basically the same. The testimonies of fishermen and sailors who claim to have seen the siren are often slanderous words. The image constructed by the sum of all the information is told by the businessman. There is not much difference.

These sea monsters are cruel in nature and beautiful, and feed on seduced sailors.

Rowett squinted his eyes thoughtfully, and his gaze fell on the frozen screen on the side of the screen-in the water-stained camera lens, two white lotus-like arms wrapped around the victim's shoulders like vines. His long blue and purple hair was spread out on the wet ground, as if a big net seemed to capture people’s eyes, even if his throat was bitten, blood gushing out like a fountain, the man’s figure is not The slightest sign of struggling.

The cold and moist touch on the fingers became clear again.

Rowett threw the information back on the table, and the heavy file smashed with a loud bang.

He lowered his eyes with an unpredictable expression and raised his hand to touch his wounded gauze that had been soaked in blood. There was a dark emotion in his heart about to move.

Willis...

It's really cheap for him to be able to leave in this way.

Rovitt tapped his finger, and the monitor picture in the glass room instantly zoomed in on the screen, faithfully presenting the picture it recorded——

By the pool.

Candies of various flavors are stacked into hills, and the words on the packaging are of different origins. They are placed in crystal vessels and placed within reach of one's hands. The same delicate human food is also placed next to them. ——Obviously, the temporary owner quickly understood the peculiar taste of this mermaid, and quickly made corresponding preparations.

The bowl containing the food was mostly empty, and several torn candy packaging bags were scattered to the side.

Ge Xiu slowly licked the sweet sugar ball, the sweet taste of the candy in his mouth greatly diminished the previous irritability and anxiety.

He squinted his eyes dilutely and contentedly, like a cat satiated after a full meal.

Ge Xiu has already adapted to the way of movement in the water at this moment. Every curve of this body fits perfectly with the waves. As long as the tail fin swings a little, the streamlined body quickly breaks through the water waves and rushes forward.

Because the body temperature of a mermaid is low, the sugar ball melts more slowly in the mouth. He likes this feeling.

Ge Xiu yawned sleepily, and a string of snow-white bubbles came out of his mouth, gushing towards the surface of the water. When each bubble bursts in the air, the faint fruity fragrance inside will come out. Released immediately.

He swam towards the rock on which he was lying before, curled up his tail habitually, and found a comfortable position to lie down.

Ge Xiu blinked and looked at the small piece of sky exposed in the skylight through the rippling water.

The dark night has completely covered the twilight, leaving only a high starry sky.

The water weeds swaying around him gently and slowly brushed his back and arms. The little whitebait seemed to have determined that the mermaid would not harm them, so he boldly hovered around his tail, Ge Xiu stretched. He shot and caught two or three daring little fish swimming by his cheeks. The smooth and cold touch of the fish scales remained on his skin, and the truth seemed impossible to fake.

It is totally unimaginable that everything in front of me is just an overly real virtual world.

However, Ge Xiu saw everything turned into data with his own eyes, like an illusory and grand bubble, which instantly turned into nothing after a light poke, leaving only a barren and empty void.

Except...

that person.

Ge Xiu opened his hand, and the little fish ramming in the package in his palm finally found a way out, swam into the distance hurriedly, and joined their comrades.

He is not sure where the people who expressed kindness to him in the previous two worlds originated, why the emperor in this world would save himself in trouble, and he and the characters in the other two worlds What inner connection... But what Ge Xiu can vaguely confirm is that all these seem to be connected at some level.

And he is getting closer.

Ge Xiu stared solemnly at the distant void, and there was an undercurrent surging in the depths of his eyes.

Using his jaw force, he chewed the candy in his mouth. The sweet candy instantly shattered, releasing a fragrant syrup in an instant, spreading in the tip of his tongue and mouth, instantly occupying his five senses.

Moonlight poured down from the narrow skylights, and clear silver brilliance waved on the sparkling water surface, illuminating the dark water bottom.

The slender mermaid curled up in the dark depths, the skin was like white and cold bone china, and the blue-purple fish tail shone with scales. The sense of danger that had been shown to tear the enemy's throat had long since disappeared. He looked so fragile and beautiful, as soft and harmless as every mermaid, like a fleeting dream.

Through the monitor, Rowett's eyes were dark, and his aggressive gaze stayed on the mermaid on the screen for a long time.

At this time, the attendant's cautious voice came from the door, interrupting his contemplation:

"Your Majesty, the banquet is about to begin."

The monthly small banquet held by the royal family is a customary habit. For the upper class as a whole, being invited is a symbol of supreme glory. All the nobles of prestige and power will attend to express their respect and loyalty to the royal family on behalf of their families.

Compared with the previous emperors, Lovett was not really keen on banquets. During the reign of his long-dead father, banquets and dances were almost uninterrupted. The entire palace was lit by carnival lights every night. The dishes and wine were delivered from the banquet hall like flowing water-after Rovitt took the throne, these wanton carnival pleasures were basically banned, and only this was left.

Rowett stood up, raised his hand casually and waved away the attendant, and walked in the direction of the banquet hall.

Everything tonight is no different from usual.

Elegant music is flowing in the air, bright lights are reflected on the magnificent sculptures, reflected in the coveted wine glasses, and hung on the perfect smile that everyone welcomes and sends.

Except... His Majesty the Emperor seems a little absent-minded tonight.

Lovett casually shook a half glass of red wine, narrowed his eyes, his eyes rested on the swaying ripples of the wine, with an unpredictable expression.

In terms of appearance and figure, the young emperor is simply excellent. In addition, the position of the queen is still vacant. There are many aristocratic ladies who have not yet married have ideas, but no one really dared to come forward. Good-that kind of fear that seems to be derived from instinct makes them involuntarily retreat, except for one.

Christine Albert lifted the skirt and stepped forward in style.

She is the youngest daughter of Earl Albert's family. She has a beautiful face and many suitors, but she seems to have other ambitions.

Kristen walked in reservedly, a pair of big eyes were sentimental, and he turned towards Rowett shyly, with a soft voice: "Your Majesty, are you on your mind tonight?"

Rowett raised his eyes to look at her, under the stern outline of the brow bones, those unpredictable eyes cast a glimpse-his handsomeness is extremely aggressive, even a non-emotional glance shocked Christine's heart. But the fascination under her eyes became deeper. She pursed her lips, prepared the next words carefully, and said gently: "I heard that you recently raised a mermaid?"

Rowett brought the wine glass to his lips and took a light sip. The pale red wine stained his thin lips, as if stained with blood that hadn't dried up yet.

Although he was sitting on his seat, it gave people a condescending look down inexplicably.

"My brother also raises two mermaids, maybe you would like to talk to him about the breeding method?" Christine is a smart girl. She knows that it is not wise to rashly show favor to the superior. The best way is to pull Close to each other's distance, so that there is the possibility of capturing each other's love.

Arthur Albert just came over with a wine glass.

He is a romantic and beautiful prodigal, no matter what the occasion, he has a little sloppy sloppy, he is not like a well-tutored nobleman, maybe it is his vulgar and sloppy qualities that fascinate many ladies. Live to the death.

"A mermaid?" He approached with interest: "I did raise two of them. They are indeed beautiful and the singing sounds are good, but in some ways they are too docile and boring..."

Arthur squeezed his eyes and made some thoughtful expressions: "But, it's good to have fun occasionally for a different taste."

Kristen didn't expect this topic to suddenly turn, her cheeks suddenly hot, she said angrily: "Brother!"

Her gaze faintly glanced at Lovett, who was sitting not far away, but the other person still looked cold and did not seem to have any intention to help her. Christine stomped embarrassingly, turned and ran away in anger.

An older nobleman shook his head and said in disapproval:

"The mermaid is an ornamental thing after all, it is enough to play and admire, but it is better not to get too close."

Arthur shrugged unconcernedly: "Each one has love. Also, mermaids are not completely boring... Do you know that they are in heat? That's really..."

His smile deepened and he issued a vague interjection: "——Wow."

A young viscount with a sullen face seemed to be also very interested in this topic. He joined the discussion with a glass of champagne: "But the mermaid still has to go through special training, otherwise it is also easy to hurt people. Only after the proper trainer trains them can they become perfect pets."

He turned his head to look at the emperor who hadn't said a word from the beginning, and said earnestly:

"If you need it, I also have a few very gentle mermaid that have been fully trained, and they are absolutely top-notch. You will never find a gentler and charming little guy than them—or, I I can give you my trainer, I promise, his craftsmanship is absolutely excellent."

Obviously, the fact that His Majesty the Emperor built a luxurious fish pond for his new mermaid in two days is not small. The new hobby he cultivated has begun to spread in the upper class, so all kinds of people began to use it as a Opportunity, to show his courtesy.

Arthur was also unwilling to lag behind: "I have medicines that can induce mermaid to estrus, if you need to say it."

The Viscount drank the champagne in his hand, and the wine he had drunk gradually rose to his head, making his pale face slightly red, so he began to lose control of his mouth: "Your Majesty, I heard the rumors that you Is this newly raised mermaid the one that killed Grand Duke Wesley before?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were a little blurred, and he pulled a smile with ulterior motives:

"Grand Duke Wesley can be considered a coffee game among us. I didn't expect to be planted in the hands of this mermaid... If I had a chance, I would really like to meet him..."

"clatter."

The bottom of the wine glass knocked on the tabletop to make a slight noise, and the man's white and slender fingers casually pulled away from the wine glass.

But the not-loud impact sounded like an ear-splitting bell, and instantly awakened the Viscount from the hot drunkenness just now, and the previous blush suddenly faded from his face, leaving only a paper-like pale white.

He stammered and argued: "Hug, sorry, your majesty...I..."

Rowett raised his hand lightly, the expression on his face was almost indifferent, and he didn't seem to see too many changes in happiness and anger.

But in the next second, several heavily armed and loaded guards walked in. They were well-trained, and their wrists blocked the Viscount's still trembling mouth begging for mercy, and then dragged him out. The process does not exceed half a minute.

The audience was silent.

Rowett held up the wine glass again, with a faint smile on his lips, and said to the others attending the banquet indifferently:

"continue."