The Merman, My Man novel Chapter 137

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 137 

To my surprise, the things in this storage space were all items made by humans. It was messy, but it had almost everything. There were canned spices, jewelry, and decorative pieces made of ivory. There was even wine and beer. These were all items commonly shipped via the sea. Other than that, there were items widely used in voyages, and most of them seem aged, such as the nautical map made of sheepskin, a looking glass made in the 18th century, and a steering wheel that looked like it was detached by brute force. 

Oh my goodness! I was stunned by these antique items when I spotted a worn and tattered multi– language dictionary. I now realized why Dicken could speak English and how he could pick up Japanese so quickly. ‘He must be a merman who‘s fond of learning...’ 

I flipped the dictionary open and found several pen marks on many phrases. They must have been made by the previous owner of the dictionary. I couldn‘t tell which language many of the words belonged to due to the intelligible handwriting combined with the corrosion of seawater 

and time. 

The items in this storage space proved that Dicken was more than three hundred years old, and these items were proof of his interactions with humans across the years. These must be his loot or memorabilia... 

The thought that I may not be the first human he had brought back to the cave occurred to me. That would also mean that I may not be his first mate because the age difference between us was far too wide. 

With that in mind, I suddenly had a sour feeling in my heart. I realized that I was acting like a wife finding out that her husband still had feelings for his ex. I hit myself on the head several times to disperse that weird thought and shifted my attention back onto the items. But as I resumed looking through the items, I still couldn‘t help but feel frustrated. 

swiftly scooped my waist, and his tail curled around my legs as he carried me out of the pool. Then he put me down gently. 

Under the dim light, Dicken‘s face was engulfed in shadows, so I couldn‘t see what expression he was making. I suddenly felt guilty from looking through his private items. 

I guessed that he probably knew what I had just done, but I wasn‘t sure whether he was angry about it. So when his claw reached up to the nape of my neck, I couldn‘t help but shiver. I was scared that his sharp claws would snap my neck in half in a sudden fit of rage. But as it turned out, he was just steadying my neck and head while he tilted his head down to lick at my chest.