Chapter 410: Void, Fishman

This "Thumnia Silver Shuttle Fish," which was incomparably rare in the man's mouth, indeed gave people a feeling of being expensive at first glance in terms of appearance.

Two feet long, the slender body shape was like a forged silver cone, the widest part was no more than three fingers, and the smooth lines converged from the head to the sharp tail handle;

The scales looked like a layer of dazzling silver-white from a distance, and if you observed carefully, you could find the rainbow phantom light flickering on its surface as the angle changed. A slightly raised pale gold ridge line extended from the back edge of the gill cover to the end of the fish tail, just like a metal wire.

Most special of all were the eyes of the Silver Shuttle Fish.

The large and round shape occupied nearly one-third of the side of the head, and the transparent cornea was like a crystal ball, reflecting the dark vertical pupils like cracks behind it.

These fish eyes should have helped it distinguish prey and distinguish directions in the seawater, but right now, they could only reflect two blurry figures in the gradual dryness.

The Thumnia Silver Shuttle Fish lay quietly on the cutting board, but after being tapped lightly on the back of the head by finger joints, it lost all ability to resist.

The man held a sharp short blade flickering with cold light, stabbed lightly into the position between the two eyes directly above the fish head, and the Silver Shuttle Fish lost its life in its last tremor.

The movements were more skilled than the vendors at the fish stall. The left hand pressed the fish head, the right hand held the knife flat against the fish body, and pushed lightly from the tail to the head against the scales.

With a "Si-Zi" sound of toughness, those fine silver-white scales reflecting rainbow light, connected with thin and transparent skin membranes, were shed under the accumulation of the blade, revealing the fresh fish meat with a faint pink luster underneath.

The fish belly was cut smoothly along the natural texture of the fin base, avoiding all internal organ sacs. The tip of the knife cut the fascia, the fingers probed into the belly and grabbed lightly, and the whole set of internal organs was completely taken out.

One minute, maybe thirty seconds.

The movements were so smooth and skilled that it made people concentrate, and even time seemed to become slow.

When he reacted again, there were only two pieces of crystal-clear fish meat showing a pale pink color on the cutting board.

Simple cutting, not deliberately plating, just neatly stacking the fish meat on two plates.

No roasting, and no complex processing plan.

The man just sprinkled a little rough rock salt on the surface of the fish meat and handed the plate to Xia Nan, who was standing to the side.

"Try it, hope it suits your taste."

Although the fish meat looked exceptionally tempting, Xia Nan didn't relax his vigilance right now.

First, he used his perception ability to carefully observe the food and the other party's expression, checking for any abnormalities, and then watched the other party put the fish slices into his mouth and chew and swallow in front of him.

Only then did he concentrate his attention, while carefully sensing, and used his hand to pick up the thickest piece of fish meat in the middle, and sent it directly into his mouth.

The taste was unexpectedly elastic and moist, the tip of the tongue was cool and refreshing, the teeth didn't encounter any obstruction when cutting in, just like some kind of congealed fat, but at the moment of biting, he could feel the tough breaking feeling of muscle fibers;

There was no fishy smell unique to marine organisms, and what burst in the mouth was a deep and clear sweet taste. The rough mineral flavor of the salt itself added a few layers to the fish meat, making the sharp salty taste and the soft, glutinous, and rich fish meat combine perfectly.

Knows how to fish, and eats so well...

Xia Nan didn't have any performance on the surface, but his impression of the man in front of him had already risen in a straight line in his heart.

Regarding enjoying food, the two seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding invisibly.

No one spoke.

Until Xia Nan sent the last piece of fish meat in the plate in front of him into his mouth, chewed and swallowed, the man sent a cup of hot water steaming with smoke at the right time, and took a sip.

Only then did he open his mouth to probe:

"I heard, you came from Shoal Islands?"

"Just call me 'Ellison'." The man nodded slightly, his attitude appearing exceptionally relaxed and self-confident.

From his patient waiting while fishing just now, to his focused and serious attitude when enjoying the fish meat, the love for food from the bottom of his heart was displayed.

This made Xia Nan, even though he didn't know the name of the black-haired young man in front of him yet, already recognize him in his heart.

"There is a coral reef of considerable scale near Qiaoyan Island, and it is located at the intersection of two ocean currents. Fishing here often catches some good goods, just like that Silver Shuttle Fish just now."

Ellison exhaled a breath of hot air, holding the water cup in his right hand, and answered.

To be honest, the moment he climbed the reef and saw the other party's back on the cliff, Xia Nan had a thought in his heart that sounded a bit bloody, extremely dramatic, and not impossible.

Perhaps... the man from Shoal Islands in front of him was the carrier of the key to 【Dream Weaving Corridor】 who died in the attack of "Algae Scale" Dodd more than twenty years ago—Lailuo Morton?

But right now, when the man took off his cloak hood and sat in front of him, Xia Nan denied his guess again.

On one hand, the time from Lailuo Morton's disappearance to now is only twenty-seven years. Many old people in Qiaoyan Village, including the village chief, have seen the other party with their own eyes, and even had close contact, so there is no reason not to recognize him;

On the other hand, according to the inference about Lailuo Morton's age in the intelligence, if the other party lived to now, he would be at least seventy or eighty years old.

But right now, the man sitting opposite the table, named "Ellison," looked to be about forty years old, and it didn't look like natural age reduction under the effect of extraordinary power.

Xia Nan observed very carefully.

Although the man looked decadent and free and willful, there was no twilight precipitation of decades of experience in his words and deeds.

Of course, at this point in time, fishing next to Morton's former residence on the island, it is hard not to suspect whether he really has any connection with the inland noble who has disappeared.

If according to the specific process of inquiring about intelligence, Xia Nan should cut in from the side, say a few digressions, shorten the distance between each other through exquisite rhetoric, and finally, when the other party relaxes his vigilance, cleverly mention the intelligence he wants to know, and explore the intelligence through side-knocking.

But as everyone knows, he is not good at words.

Compared to talking with his lips, Xia Nan prefers to solve problems with the sword in his hand.

Sometimes, even if he has prepared corresponding rhetoric before coming, he will make mistakes due to various reasons during actual action, and even produce negative effects instead.

On the way from Qiaoyan Village to here, he had already prepared several different inquiry plans in his heart according to Ellison's possible personality and attitude toward himself.

But now, after actual contact, Xia Nan's intuition told him that perhaps... he could be more direct.

"Lailuo Morton, do you know him?"

Without any warm-up, and without any foreshadowing.

Almost the moment Ellison finished introducing the rich fishing resources near Qiaoyan Island, Xia Nan threw the heavyweight question he wanted to know directly into the other party's face.

At the same time, perception was fully opened, and a pair of pitch-black eyes stared tightly at the man in front of him, carefully observing the change of even a wisp of muscle on the other party's face.

Ellison's reaction was very interesting.

Clearly not expecting Xia Nan to attack with such a straight ball, the whole person was stunned first, and then his pupils trembled and contracted, as if surprised by the name spoken from the other party's mouth.

But it was just the next moment, and he immediately restored his original calm expression.

"I haven't heard of this name."

Ellison answered like this.

He is lying. ===== CHAPTER 411 =====

Ellison replied as such.

He was lying.