Chapter 517: Strange Fish

Philip was not as happy as the other crew members and passengers. He pushed Gochia off his body, ignoring the pain in his back and palms, and ran quickly to the side of the ship's rail, looking out at the ocean within his line of sight.

He kept changing his position, looking for areas and objects that might have abnormalities.

Suddenly, he heard a dull cry.

He was stunned for a moment, distinguished the direction the sound came from, and ran toward the bow of the "Flying Bird."

That dull cry gradually became sharp, and Philip saw flowers of blood appearing on the distant blue sea surface, and a relatively large shadow rose.

That shadow quickly became clear, turning into a four-eyed strange fish with gray-blue round balls replacing the scales on its body surface and a long, sharp mouth.

This strange fish was not small in size, twisting and struggling in the sea, crazily shaking its tail fins and water droplets.

Waves rose without wind around it, and the seawater surged to five or six meters high before slapping down heavily.

The sharp cry eased slightly, and this four-eyed monster dived back under the water with a feeling of fear that was like substance, swimming quickly toward the distance.

Its remaining companions followed closely behind.

At the window of Room 5 in the first-class cabin, Lumian, who saw this scene, then changed into dry clothes as if no one else was around.

It was precisely because he discovered that the "Hate Movement" detonated the fear of that four-eyed strange fish that he directly "teleported" back, instead of "jumping" into mid-air again to take advantage of the other party floating to the water surface to give a saturation firepower coverage.

Fear would make that monster flee, not stay in place, become fierce, and continue to stir up giant waves.

"Hoo..." After the four-eyed strange fish completely left this sea area, Philip breathed a sigh of relief without covering it up.

"Fortunately, fortunately..." He instinctively whispered two sentences, opened his arms, and said devoutly, "Praise the Sun!"

"Do you know that fish?"

Suddenly, a voice came from beside Philip.

Philip looked over in astonishment and saw Louis Berry, with black hair and green eyes and deep features.

His lover, Gochia, stood at the entrance of the cabin, wanting to come over here but not daring to approach the ship's rail.

"It's an 'Alien Swordfish.' Hehe, this is the name taken by scholars. At sea, they have another name, 'Death Navigator'." Philip pressed his hand on the ship's rail and answered Lumian's question.

"'Death Navigator,' why haven't I heard of it?" Lumian said openly.

To be honest, he didn't know much about supernatural creatures. He mainly dealt with Beyonders, evil god believers, and those who had lost control before.

Philip glanced at him, exhaled, and said with a smile:

"This is a kind of fish creature that has only appeared in recent years, and many sailors call it the devil in the sea."

Only appeared in recent years... Lumian frowned.

Such a description, for him, often meant that it was related to the erosion of evil gods, environmental abnormalities, or the occurrence of disasters.

"Did it only appear in the Misty Sea recently, or was there no legend of this kind of fish in the Five Seas originally?" Lumian interrupted Philip's narration and raised a question.

Philip thought for a moment and said:

"I used to serve in the Misty Sea Fleet. Except for the Misty Sea, I have only been to the North Sea and don't know enough about the Berserk Sea, the Sonia Sea, and the Polar Sea, but I really haven't heard from those sailors, pirates, and colleagues in other fleets that there are similar strange fish, until a few years ago."

Could it be a fish contaminated by an evil god? Lumian suddenly felt that not forcing himself to finish off the "Alien Swordfish" just now was a wise choice.

That would not only cause him to expose his supernatural abilities in front of many crew members and passengers, but also hide other dangers, and it was very likely that there would be no harvest.

A pile of trash, only fit to be used to feed Ludwig!

Seeing that Louis Berry was no longer struggling with this detail, Philip continued:

"'Alien Swordfish' will float to the water surface on nights without mist, standing vertically there, as if quietly looking at the starry sky. Many sailors and pirates have seen such scenes, scared into thinking they were summoning some kind of evil creature."

"Think about it, the sea surface in the middle of the night is pitch black, the red moon in the high sky is very faint, only starlight shines down, and one twisted and terrifying fish head after another probes out of the sea surface silently, motionless, arranged into different patterns... Anyone would be scared!"

Looking up at the starry sky... Could it really be contaminated by an evil god's power for some reason? Lumian pondered for a few seconds and said:

"Why call them 'Death Navigators'?"

Philip rubbed his cheeks:

"After looking at the starry sky, the 'Alien Swordfish' will stay on the water surface, arranged in two rows, forming an arrow, swimming toward a certain place in the ocean, as if navigating for unknown creatures."

"Some pirates, adventurers, and treasure hunters feel that this might point to very valuable things or hidden treasures, so they try to follow behind the 'Alien Swordfish' to see where they will eventually arrive."

"Not a single ship that did this has returned, and the crew members on them have disappeared since then."

"So, we all call 'Alien Swordfish' 'Death Navigators'."

Speaking of this, Philip sighed and said:

"I once heard some sailors say that 'Death Navigators' seem to be able to manipulate waves. Now it seems that this rumor is very likely true, and much, much more powerful than I expected."

"Hmm, that 'Alien Swordfish' just now, even among all 'Death Navigators,' should be a relatively powerful one."

"However, there has never been an incident where 'Death Navigators' actively attacked human ships before..."

Lumian laughed:

"Perhaps they attacked, but no one survived, and the news wasn't passed on."

Philip was stunned for a moment and said:

"Also, in giant waves like that just now, once a ship capsized or was smashed, except for a very few individuals with special abilities, no one could survive."

He paused and said to himself:

"Was the attack of the 'Death Navigators' provoked by that major trouble?"

"Possible." Lumian responded sincerely.

After waiting for a while and confirming that the "Death Navigators" had not returned, Philip turned his body and said to the passengers and crew members crowded at the windows and cabin entrances:

"Alert lifted!"

"The weather is normal!"

Those humans who had just cheered, because they got a definite answer, cheered again and praised the gods they believed in.

Philip withdrew his gaze and said thoughtfully:

"Were the 'Death Navigators' eventually scared away by that major trouble too?"

"I feel it was very scared."

"Possible." Lumian was still as sincere.

With this interlude, the "Flying Bird" increased its speed and arrived at Faling Port, the capital of the Misty Sea Islands, before night truly fell.

The sun hung behind Saint Tick Island, dyeing the distant ocean, large areas of forests, and that brown volcano that had been dead for many years red, magnificent and gorgeous.

"Faling" means fragrance and sweetness in the indigenous language of the Misty Sea Islands. Saint Tick Island is rich in spices such as cloves, nutmeg, and pepper, and sugar-extracting plants such as sugarcane. Fruits are mainly bananas and grapes, and the rest are planted with cotton.

Looking at the buildings with white walls and red roofs on the coastline, looking at the masts, sails, and a large number of chimneys still spewing mist in the port, Lumian chuckled and said:

"Emperor Roselle, who named this city, probably didn't expect that 'Faling' would become the last remnant of the indigenous language."

Under the policy of cultural erosion for generations, the current islanders only speak Intis. For several generations, they have not been able to speak their mother tongue.

Among those primitive tribes living in the mountains and forests, there may still be elders who have mastered the indigenous language, but in all colonial cities and surrounding plantations, there is only one language.

That is Intis.

Of course, in the Misty Sea Islands, there will be some very rare Intis vocabulary. They are the product of the combination of Intis and indigenous languages. Outside of here, few Intis people use them.

"Are you going to get off the ship?" Lugano asked Lumian.

The "Flying Bird" would not leave this port until tomorrow afternoon.

"Of course, since I've come to Faling, how can I not taste the famous Kinsom here?" Lumian said with great interest, "Are you taking Ludwig with me, or staying here to look after him?"

The Misty Sea Islands have the best sugarcane in Intis, and the sugar wine brewed from their syrup is famous far and near, known as "Kinsom."

Lugano instinctively wanted to follow his employer, feeling that he would be safer by Lumian's side, who was both capable and decisive enough. But this "doctor" thought for a moment and felt it was better to stay on the ship.

His employer was very powerful, but his ability to cause trouble was equally great!

After leaving Ludwig enough money for dinner and food for two full late-night snacks, Lumian, in the image of a white shirt, black vest, dark jacket, and trousers of the same color, walked down the "Flying Bird" along the gangway.

It was already autumn in Trier, and the temperature was already cold, but the Misty Sea Islands seemed to be still in late summer. Heat flowed in the air, but it was quickly blown away by the sea breeze.

Lumian walked out of the port and saw an indigenous old woman with brown skin and wrinkles on her face selling golden straw hats across the street.

These were woven from a local plant called "Golden Leaf," which was very popular among the passing "Eternal Blazing Sun" believers. Buying one would give them the beautiful illusion that the sun was right on their heads.

Lumian felt that wearing a straw hat was quite interesting, spent 5 Ricks to buy one, put it on his head, and strolled slowly to the nearby square.

In the center of the square was a sun obelisk, and multiple bulletin boards were erected on the edge, with a large number of wanted posters posted on them.

Lumian stopped, put his hands in his pockets, and while the sun had not completely set, his gaze swept over those wanted posters, noting down one reward amount after another:

"'Mystic Queen,' one of the Kings of the Sea... Bounty 100 million Felkins."

"'King of the Five Seas' Nast, one of the Kings of the Sea... Bounty 20 million Felkins."

"'Star Queen' Cattleya, one of the Kings of the Sea... Bounty 11 million Felkins."

"'Undying King' Agalito, one of the Kings of the Sea... Bounty 4 million Felkins."

"'Disease Queen' Tracy, one of the Kings of the Sea... Bounty 3 million Felkins."

"'Twilight King' Bratov Ivan, one of the Kings of the Sea... Bounty 2.6 million Felkins..."

The adventurer next to him saw Lumian reading the wanted posters of the Six Kings of the Sea seriously and couldn't help but make a joke:

"Why, do you want to hunt the Kings of the Sea?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 518 =====