Chapter 1131: Chapter 791: The Giant Beast Near the Shore
The massive fleet sails across the ocean.
Even though each ship is large enough to be considered gigantic, they appear so small when gazing across the ocean.
The days of sailing are slow and dull, described as sticky and gooey, like the dark green seawater cut by the hull of the ship.
This seawater used to be a deep blue.
But at some point, it turned murky and assumed this dark green hue.
Some strong beings with very keen Magic Perception and special races have already sensed that they have entered a new sea domain, where the magic is more chaotic.
This indicates that they might be nearing their destination.
In the sound of the waves day after day, life on the ship has become its own small world over two months.
Adventurers of different races and backgrounds have become familiar with each other in the small but stable space.
Of course, friction is inevitable.
But when there’s friction, it’s best to think about whose territory this is, once sorted out, naturally the friction lessens considerably.
Each gigantic vessel has essentially become a small town.
The main deck has essentially become a temporary social center.
Near the bow, occupied by a group of young Dwarves and human craftsmen, has become a makeshift "workshop."
To be honest, they’d rather be active in the lower deck, or learn and understand things there, but the Night Watcher doesn’t allow them into the operational areas of the ship.
There’s always the curious who can’t resist touching and fiddling, disrupting the ship’s operations.
Dwarf Blacksmith Borno’s apprentice Durik is currently disassembling and maintaining a set of damaged winch parts with a few human companions.
Always gotta find something to do, right?
Even if it’s unpaid work.
He exerted strength to twist off a rusty bolt, complaining: "This saltwater is more toxic than the water in Lake Cordo, good heavens, the oil we just applied, rusted through in less than three days.
"Uncle Borno was right, the wood used on the Night Watcher’s big ships is miraculous, but the metal parts need improvement!"
Only Dwarves have the qualification to say so.
The young human rune craftsman, Eira, who is practicing rune carving on a piece of discarded wood, looked up and interjected: "Durik, why not try the special anti-corrosion paste from my hometown? Although a bit pricey..."
The Night Watcher promotes Secondary Professions among some adventurer groups, and this Eira is a carver.
"Alright! As long as it lasts half a month, it’s worth it! Spare me from serving this grandpa daily!" Durik immediately perked up.
Another Dwarf, Barin, is polishing a fragment of black and shiny mineral, lowering his voice mysteriously: "Hey, guess what this is? I got it on the black market before boarding, a fragment of the ’Earth Pulse Core’! Once we get to Tarir, find a place with roaring flames..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Durik rolled his eyes: "Come on, Barin, another one of your Earth Pulse Heart dreams! If this thing could really be mined, would the Night Watcher let us go?"
Not everyone trusts the Night Watcher’s good intentions, even Dwarves with positive relations with the Night Watcher.
After all, before the Night Watcher, regardless of the forces, none left a good impression on the people at the bottom.
Viewing others with a base mindset is the norm.
The Night Watcher’s gigantic vessel is enormous, leading to a vast deck area.
These craftsman enthusiasts don’t take up much space.
The more spacious area at the center of the deck has become a showcase for Physical Strength and craftsmanship.
The young Werewolf Warrior, Wolf, has essentially become the focal point, proudly showcasing his inhuman arm strength to the observing human sailors and several robust Beastmen.
He is casually treating two heavy training stone locks as dumbbells, rotating and tossing them, his bare upper body muscles knotted.
Like an adventurer, licking blood off the blade. A display of strength can earn respect from others, this is the underlying rule.
Let alone their expedition ahead, many adventurers hope to make friends or like-minded partners on the ship.
"Well done, Wolf!" a sailor shouted.
"Do a few more!" another urged.
The Beastman, Hog, with massive fangs, hugging his beloved Giant Axe leaning on the ship’s railing, watched Wolf taking the spotlight, face full of disdain but with a hint of competitiveness in the depths of his eyes.
Outshining you, Grand Hog, how can this be acceptable?
He grunted with his coarse voice: "Stupid dog! With that strength, why not go smash the Night Watcher’s magic guide training stake on the ship. Guarantees you won’t be able to lift your paws tomorrow."
Wolf is not afraid of Hog, the two aren’t even from the same tribe, they even had a bit of **scrap** over some commission slips back in the Beastman Empire’s Adventurer Association.
Can’t say it’s hate, but there’s some conflict.
Panting and placing the stone locks down, baring sharp teeth in provocation: "Hog! All talk and no action, give it a try? Don’t bring out your rusty axe for chopping trees to disgrace yourself!"
A cheering erupted immediately.
Immediately, some began to boo and instigate, adventurer instigation is a profession.
"Hog! Get on it!"
"Wolf! Show him the strength of a wolf!"
"Hey, bets are open! Bets are open!"
Just as the two prepared to lock horns, a voice with a smile came from the side: "Two warriors, want to try our Half-Elf’s ’skill game’? Guaranteed to be more interesting than stones!"
It was the nimble Half-Elf, Coke, who somehow got a brightly colored, complex structured leather ring puzzle, flipping it in his fingers with agility.
A sturdy Beastman nearby picked him up and tossed him out.
