Chapter 956: Confiding Abilities (1/2)
Krune soon noticed that while they had been talking, the Seamstress had been panting a little, a sign of exhaustion. It seemed she had been on the trail of the pirates all along and hadn't managed to get enough rest yet.
'This isn't good.' Krune thought before asking her, ”Do you want to eat something?”
He didn't even wait for a reply as he approached a relatively large cupboard, opened it and used the knife lodged within to scoop up some slices of meat. He then placed them on a plate and presented them to the Seamstress before telling her, ”The taste is bland since there aren't any spices. But, it is edible.”
”Thank you,” the Seamstress replied, expressing her surprise when Krune gave her cutlery to use and also pulled up a piece of board from the walls that he used to set up a temporary table. The arrangements were a bit crude in any other place. However, they were luxurious in the ocean area, where people were constantly adrift and didn't have enough space or materials to create anything elaborate.
And in such a situation, Krune managed to create basically everything he needed.
Upon seeing her reaction, Krune asked, ”Did you spend the past year on these waters?”
Hearing his question, her eyes lit up as she asked in response, ”Were you from the first batch as well?”
”I'm from the Zamuria Continent.” Krune nodded.
”So, you must have heard about me.” The Seamstress nodded after hearing his words, realizing why Krune was being polite with her all along.
”A crazy genius did praise your efforts. Plus, he's the type to never care about people. With that, I could recognize you immediately.” Krune smiled as he began to eat quickly. Well, even though he was speaking, he had kept his Sonic Radar active all along. So, his speech acted as signals that scouted their surroundings and ensured they weren't ambushed by anyone.
Now that he was on the ocean once again, Krune realized just how overpowered the Sonic Radar was in terms of detection. He basically had no limitations over the range.
”What was his name? Maybe I might know him,” the Seamstress expressed her curiosity as she asked. At present, the two of them emitted a gentle light, keeping the place well illuminated. This way, they were able to eat at peace.
”He called himself Cultivator.” The moment he mentioned the name, the hands of Seamstress paused for a couple of seconds before resuming her eating.
She looked at Krune like he was a monster before saying, ”A crazy genius indeed.”
As Cultivator was from her continent, she knew of him very well. Considering his antics, anyone he considered as a companion would be equally as powerful and eccentric as him. With that, she began to treat Krune on the same level as she would have done to Cultivator, thinking to herself, 'I'm curious of his abilities as a cultivator. Hopefully, I'll get a chance to see once we leave this place.'
”Well, it wasn't just because of your character that I invited you. It's also because you won't try anything on this boat and would be able to sense anything amiss instantly,” Krune spoke, noticing that the Seamstress wasn't completely confused, realizing that she had indeed sensed some danger from within the boat. ”Well, just consider this boat as a beast that would devour you if you carelessly touch it.”
The Seamstress was alarmed when Krune waved his hand, speaking after a chuckle. ”There's nothing to be worried about. I have closed it under multiple layers. On top of that, you'll only be affected if you touch it with an open wound. Otherwise, you'll be fine.”
”I see.” The Seamstress nodded as she finished eating. She then landed on the boat tied beside and crouched, using the ocean water to clean the plate.
After finishing his meal, Krune, too, did the same. Satiated, he observed the baby once, wondering how he would feed it.
”Directly feeding him meat would be harmful. Supplying the nutrients through a juice of sorts would be appropriate,” the Seamstress said when Krune stared at her in silence, continuing to look at her. Only after a couple of seconds did she realize his intention, snorting as she replied, ”I don't have breast milk.”