Chapter 246: 22. The Fight
At noon that day, Valentina left the island located in the Southern Ocean with her subordinates aboard the flagship, heading back to the Northern Region.
According to her previous statements, she arrived here relying on her relic, the Moon Princess, and her research on the Cangniao Tribe’s tomb. On the other hand, Alagina found this island thanks to the Ice Prince she carried, but it could only be described as a wonderful coincidence. She stopped only to repair the steam engine on the Iceberg Queen and to catch some fish.
In the following time, Fisher managed to catch quite a few fish using his ability to breathe underwater. He held a large net, standing still in a place the fish frequently passed through, while listening to Emhart boast about past stories from above the water’s surface. He would then suddenly leap to catch fish as the schools passed by, a technique that proved effective every time, ensuring a bountiful catch.
The surrounding fish had given in to Fisher, the seasoned angler. Every day, they would see him underwater, and each time, he would quickly catch a myriad of his kind with that relentless net of his.
“Do you really not know how you were forged by the Angels?”
“Of course, if no one else told you, do you know how you came out of your mother’s womb? Moreover, it’s been so many years since I left the Holy Realm and gained true awareness. The Holy Spawn is the oldest race in this world, bar none. They have endured countless years of change, and therein lies their superior aesthetics and craftsmanship over other races.”
“Even that guy Baemon is deeply impressed by the civilization of the Holy Spawn. Otherwise, she wouldn’t obediently learn their aesthetics and secretly collect so many holy artifacts from them.”
Fisher, dragging the fishing net, walked slowly toward the coast. Listening to Emhart’s complaints, he felt there was some truth to her words. Although her metaphors were a bit rough, the basic logic was the same.
The loss of the crafting techniques for relics is a fact. Many humans in the past were captivated by the amazing effects of relics, wanting to restore the complete process of making them, but they ultimately failed.
What truly puzzled Fisher was that, besides the Angel race mentioned by Emhart, why did Muxi also know how to craft relics? Where did she acquire this skill?
According to Jasmine, Muxi had learned how to craft relics long before she came ashore from the trench, even making a headband for the young Jasmine to guide her home.
Emhart had stated that the Holy Spawn would never pass down the methods for creating relics. Moreover, even if they intended to teach, it wouldn’t guarantee that one would learn. Even Baemon, that exceptionally clever Demon, failed to learn and ultimately left the Holy Realm in disappointment.
Based on Fisher’s calculations, adult Whale Folk were quite strong, but not at the mythical level. Yet, Xu, as the Ocean Emperor, felt far surpassing that of a typical mythical level, leaving Fisher a bit bewildered. After all, he had had very little interaction with beings of such high ranks, only two at most, making it hard to compare.
However, Muxi was absolutely incapable of reaching the mythical level, otherwise, he definitely wouldn’t have been a match for Blake, who was implanted with Muxi’s flesh.
So, it was unlikely that Muxi, merely at the Extraordinary level, could have learned the technique for crafting relics directly from the Angel race. More likely, she learned it somewhere after they disappeared.
But where could that place be?
Fisher undoubtedly harbored some envy regarding the methods for crafting relics. Being a scholar, he had an innate desire to uncover a long-buried history and crafts, which was almost second only to his love for ladies.
“Forget it, I won’t chat with you anymore. Every time you only say flowery words, praising how great the Holy Spawn is, my ears are about to get calloused, and I can’t glean any useful information.”
“Nonsense! Everything I say is a fact! They are that great! You humans don’t understand anything, so stop talking out of turn! No rebuttals! Rebuttals are also my fault! Otherwise, I’ll get angry! You’re making me anxious!”
Fisher glanced at the furious and frantic Emhart circling in place. He now realized that if he wanted to stimulate Emhart at the fastest speed, he just had to speak ill of the Angel race in front of him, questioning their aesthetics and craftsmanship, and he would definitely be the most agitated.
Ignoring him, Fisher simply dragged the enormous fishing net to the small boat. He took a rough count of the fish inside, and along with what he had caught earlier, he felt it was enough for the upcoming days. Although the Iceberg Queen would not spoil due to the Ice Prince’s presence, it wasn’t appropriate to take up too much space.
“Mr. Fisher, this is our harvest from this morning.”
“Just put it here, thank you for your hard work.”
Fisher took a sip from the water jar he had brought down from the Iceberg Queen and glanced at the crew member approaching with several bags of fish. As a Sardinian, she politely averted her gaze from him, not wanting to scrutinize his clothes, which were damp from seawater, or the muscles beneath them.
This wasn’t merely a show of respect for Fisher and Alagina; more importantly, Fisher had been working diligently over the past few days and had a vast knowledge. He not only enjoyed speaking himself but also liked to inquire about their lives in the Northern Region and the divisions of the kingdom. However, he couldn’t figure out why his conversations always revolved around the Subhuman race.
But once they learned that Fisher was a scholar studying the Subhuman race, their doubts were entirely dispelled.
In summary, in the eyes of this group of Sardinian women, Fisher’s image was somewhat contradictory; he had the demeanor of a capable worker and a virtuous husband, yet there was a robust strength about him that distinguished him from the delicate men of their kingdom. This made their long-standing stereotypes about men and women from other regions fade considerably, and they even contemplated trying to seek out men from other countries.
However, it seemed that men from other nations preferred cleaner and gentler women, perhaps like the captain?
“Alright, this should be enough fish; we can head back now. Once the engine on the ship is repaired, we can set sail.”
“Sure, wait a moment, Mr. Fisher; the second mate is coming over.”
“Second mate?”
Upon hearing the crew’s reminder, Fisher turned his head to look above the sea, only to see Aoxi, with her wings spread, flying over from the mast of the Iceberg Queen.
Fisher thought she was coming to ask about the number of caught fish or to summon them for lunch. He had even been considering how to lure Aoxi down from the mast to study, after all, she was the second mate and tended to be socially anxious, spending every day up there in isolation, which made it a bit troublesome to approach.
“Fisher.”
“What’s the matter?”
Aoxi landed on the edge of the small boat, barely catching her breath before her cloaked mouth delivered a small yet clear remark,
“That blonde girl you brought on board has gotten into a fight with the crew.”
“Fought?”
Fisher raised his eyebrows, and only a second later did the image of Isabel, the youngest princess of the Godlin Royal, flash in his mind, recalling her vulnerable appearance squatting in the corner of the Demon wooden ship.
And Aoxi was saying that she had fought with the crew of the Sardinian kingdom?
“You! What happened?!”
Paz, whose plump face was usually smiling, now resembled a fierce tiger when truly enraged. Her booming voice echoed like a roar from the mountains, instinctively making people cover their ears.
At this moment, on the deck of the Iceberg Queen, she was scolding a crew member intensely. The crew member had her head bowed slightly but maintained a straight posture, her hands placed firmly behind her back. Upon hearing Paz’s roar, her short hair swayed as if shaken by the sound.
“First Mate, I…”
The reprimanded female soldier lifted her head just a bit, revealing faint hues on her face, a small purplish mark beneath her eyes, combined with some clear scratch marks. However, her injuries were not severe, but her expression appeared somewhat guilty.
“Don’t call me First Mate! Call me Officer! Stand at attention!”
“Yes, Officer!”
Even after leaving the Sardinian kingdom, the army’s presence remained in their hearts. As soon as they heard Paz’s angry shout, the reprimanded crew member immediately straightened her body.
“What does military discipline say? Have you all forgotten? How dare you fight privately, especially with a guest on board! Are you trying to rebel?!”
“Report! It wasn’t me!”
The crew member actually wanted to argue more with Paz, but she stood still, taking the scolding without moving, because soldiers absolutely could not interrupt when an officer was speaking.
Behind Paz, Alagina, with her right hand wrapped in a bandage, wore a cool expression. She glanced down at the cabins below the deck, where the sound of flapping wings echoed in her ears. She turned her head to the mast above her; Aoxi had returned there again, nodding at her.
Sure enough, the next moment, Fisher’s voice came from the side of the deck,
“What’s going on? Aoxi said Isabel got into a conflict with your crew?”
Alagina nodded, stepping over to Fisher and said to him,
“Yes, but it was stopped by the other crew members. My crew made a mistake and acted against your companion. I apologize.”
However, Fisher did not respond. He merely glanced at the crew member being scolded; her face bore many wounds, and as she listened to the reprimand, her lips slightly pursed, conveying a hint of delicate grievance within.
Seeing the crew member’s expression, an idea suddenly formed in Fisher’s mind, a thought he himself was a bit hesitant to believe.
Could it be that Isabel struck first?
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