Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2478 A Smooth Sailing

The peaches and plums do not speak, but they create a trail of their own.

I am not familiar with His Excellency Sørendil and do not know much about his style.

But how to achieve communication? There's a ready-made example right there.

It is known that Lady Serana was looking for insects, and that I was mistaken for an insect, which led to the previous encounter.

So, given that Lord Sorendil is looking for something extraordinary, how should he react if something extraordinary is found on the ship?
Many things are never that complicated; imitation, learning, and optimization can solve most of the problems.

To deal with the situation, the methods used to cultivate this vegetable garden on the ship did not need to be so gentle.

This is only because the Clear Dream system is temporarily unavailable; otherwise, it would be simpler to go directly to their home for interrogation.

Now, they don't even need to come to your door anymore.

As his rank rapidly rose, Fu Qian made no other move, reaching out to pick up a dried fruit and popping it into his mouth.

The thing I had been longing for while I was kidnapped, I finally got.

Although, relative to his current physique, it has the feel of an adult making up for his childhood.

What has been Sorrendir's long-cherished desire all this time?

……

It's been very quiet.

The perspective shifts from eye level to overhead, and the port goes from blurry to disappearing.

The ship remained quiet until all the food was used up.

Stay away from Moore in the storm, drive at a constant speed, and then not a single person comes to knock on the door during the whole process, which fully demonstrates what cold violence is.

What Lord Sorendir is looking for certainly seems rather unusual.

Fu Qian had no objection to this, but silently calculated the distance he had traveled and even came to a conclusion.

It wasn't because my movements were too subtle that they went unnoticed.

Sleeping soundly is one thing, but not opening your eyes even when someone is feeding you cockroaches is a bit too much.

While the destructive effect of the Glorious Tyrant is similar to a slow poison, it is at least a remake supported by the core of pseudo-laws.

Since it was turned on, the effects have been visible to the naked eye. For example, the power to keep the ship stable in the storm is obviously not as effective anymore.

With each step forward, this rootless ship becomes even more precarious.

Despite these circumstances, the people on the boat actually maintained their habit of eating hot pot and singing songs.

This not only proves that something has been discovered, but also gives the impression that one should be careful not to disturb it.

Fu Qian believes that at this moment on the ship, a net surrounding this anomaly has already quietly been cast.

Given that the response seemed too natural, there is reason to suspect that it was a pre-prepared plan.

In other words, if the Sirens found their target, they would most likely react in the same way.

So what exactly is the goal? It's still related to Moore.

Fu Qian felt his curiosity was further aroused, although he still did not take any additional action.

On the one hand, patience has always been a strength of academics.

On the other hand, the situation seems to have entered a stalemate, but in my opinion, this phase is never without end. Soon a key point will arrive - it's time to return.

The storm's range is not unlimited, and there are already signs that the extreme weather has eased.

Once it reaches the edge of the storm, how should this ship, which has been sailing with the wind all along, react?

The response was decisive.

Based on his extensive seafaring experience, his judgment proved correct. Time ticked by, and the ship hadn't sailed far before the edge of the storm was already upon them again.

It was truly a spectacular sight. Apart from the aftershocks of the waves, the two sides were almost clearly distinct, as if crossing that somewhat clear boundary would instantly transform the world—the ship crossed over.

That's right, this time they didn't follow the previous rules of action. The deep blue ship broke through the boundary and came into the sunlight.

……

So what Sorendil is looking for might just be found in the storms around Moor?

Once found, is it necessary to stay inside?
The situation is tense, and the battle of patience seems to have no clear winner, but that doesn't stop us from making further guesses.

The previous guess has almost been confirmed—not only was the Brilliant Tyrant's movements discovered, but they also triggered the pre-prepared contingency plan.

The situation is getting more and more interesting.

First of all, it's becoming less and less like a physical target; otherwise, the normal reaction would be to lock on and capture it.

Moreover, crossing boundaries so recklessly generally makes it easier to lose sight of the target.

His Excellency Sorendir's behavior was more like a deliberate test to see if it would be lost.

If it's not a physical target, then what is it?
Is it some kind of negative effect similar to that of a glorious tyrant? Was my own action a lucky accident?

It's too much of a coincidence; it doesn't feel very convincing.

During the tense moment of conflict with Yasui, a demigod spent his time surfing here. Sorendir must have a good reason for looking for this thing.

Even Kelson's invitation to Old Master Lu must have had a purpose... Speaking of which, I wonder what his relationship with Sorendil is like?

Thoughts raced, twisting and turning endlessly.

Seeing the ships breaking through the storm and continuing to sail into the deep sea without looking back, as if they were searching for a legendary treasure, Fu Qian also showed no intention of retracting the glorious tyrant, letting this silent dialogue continue—wait a minute, it seems someone finally couldn't hold back anymore.

At one point during a voyage under a clear sky, Fu Qian reached out and pressed his index finger to a spot on the small window.

That position corresponds to the direction of the sun.

There is still a sun, but there's an extra one in another direction.

Using the hand size in the Glorious Tyrant state, Fu Qian easily places his middle finger on the other side.

……

So cold.

It sounds strange, but that's really how it feels.

Despite having the same appearance, unlike the warmth brought by the first sun, the area touched by the middle finger felt almost like it was being connected by cold rays.

The cold didn't even linger on the window; it continued to spread, as if something tangible was rapidly filling the empty room.

The dampness and gloom made it feel as if night had arrived early, and the light outside was unreachable.

Sorendir's methods? That sounds interesting.

At that moment, Fu Qian sighed inwardly.

There's no doubt the game of patience is over, some changes are happening, and the real show is about to begin—click!

Accompanied by eerie sounds, starting with Fu Qian's hand pressing on the small window, a gap was gradually pushed open in front of him.

Fu Qian walked straight out, unstoppable.

……

His Excellency Sørendil was undoubtedly making some kind of enthusiastic attempt to retain him.

It's a pity that the vegetable garden here has already been cultivated; this level is sufficient.

Thank you for bringing me all the way here; the Sea of ​​Ashes is almost here.