Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 359 Blindly Eating Fish (4500)

The residents of Kuroshio Town moved in astonishing unison, as if everyone was tightly connected by the same puppet string.

No, it's not as if, but there really is an invisible thread that controls their ego, instincts, and subconscious reactions.

That is their common belief in Dagon, the Nightmare of the Abyss!

Obviously, these residents of Kuroshio Town appear to be normal people on the surface, but the "self" bound to the body has long been contaminated by the object of faith.

Even the subconscious reactions are exactly the same.

Their so-called "ascension" to become the deep-sea clan was nothing more than being dragged into the water by the god who was firmly anchored to them.

It was not until he heard the townspeople shout, "There are more fish," that Byron finally came back to his senses from the series of shocks the town had brought him.

I realized again that in addition to whale oil technology, the god Dagon, Jörmungandr and other shameful thieves of the throne.

The main purpose of coming here should be to rescue James Kent, the "Hawkeye", and his companions who accidentally "ate the wrong fish".

Torgel Monn, the owner of the oil refinery who was directing the workers to break down the whale blubber, suddenly said:
"Someone is asking for help, and we should help them."

The others also seemed fine, not noticing anything unusual about themselves, and echoed:
"Saving lost lambs is also part of God's teachings. We should guide the followers of other gods onto the right path."

"We also need to invite them to participate in our Fish-Eating Day Festival, just like we did with the group of outsiders a few days ago."

"That's absolutely right!"

We talked a little and quickly reached a consensus.

The group immediately jumped onto the whaling boat, weighed anchor and hoisted sails, and rushed towards the wrecked adventure ship on the sea in the distance.

Of course, don't forget to leave enough people to watch the fire.

This kind of burning and boiling whale oil sounds a bit hellish, but in fact, the unexpected consequences of actual operation are even more hellish.

If any pot is operated improperly when boiling oil, the oil temperature will be too high and cause a huge explosion, which is enough to blow the entire dock into the sky.

Especially the super "whale explosion" caused by corruption and expansion after the death of the Leviathan whale.

According to the older generation of whalers, that is the fastest way to get on the wall shoulder to shoulder with their ancestors, no doubt about it.

Whalers who had the good fortune to witness that scene described it as a second sun rising over the sea, accompanied by mushroom-shaped clouds that engulfed everything.

No one dares to be careless.

"Uncle Meng En, I'll go help too."

Seeing this, Byron hurriedly followed.

There was no trace of Hawkeye James and his companions in the town, nor was there any sign of the Jackdaw.

But in the memories of the mayor and this body, they were very sure that the "sacrifice" was in this town.

Instead of taking the trouble to find their whereabouts bit by bit, it is better to follow this group of "new fish" and see what happens.

Maybe we can follow the clues and easily find the location of those unlucky guys.

"What? You are the descendants of the ancient Wan people? You have been stranded in the New World for hundreds of years?
My Creator, this is incredible.”

When the crew of the adventure ship heard the frank words of the residents of Kuroshio Town and those iconic pairs of blue eyes, they unsurprisingly showed surprised expressions.

The standard animal trainers on board can activate [Telepathy]. This ability to communicate with animals can be used to communicate with humans without any problem.

Moreover, Jefferson, a third-level [Beast Tamer] on this adventure ship, is also the captain, so it is very easy for him to activate "Group Telepathy".

After repeated confirmation, they had no choice but to accept this unexpected development.

Jefferson then introduced his side to the townspeople:

"We are the adventure ship of the Rhine Alliance, the Ironclad Clamp.

But just when I left the Broken Islands and arrived at the nearby waters, my beast-controlling small sea monster [Ironclad Pistol Shrimp] was suddenly dragged into the seabed thousands of meters deep by an unknown object.

The rudder was also destroyed in the chaos and we had to go ashore to repair it. Fortunately, I met you.

Otherwise it will be dangerous tonight."

Finally, don’t forget to add one sentence:
“Everyone, I know quite a few friends from the pirate city of Black Sail Harbor.

If the descendants of the Taiwan people can provide some help within your capacity to our cause of discovering the New World, I would be happy to bring a few representatives back with me on my return trip.

Maybe if the royal families of the Taiwan countries are happy, they will confer one or two titles on you."

The adventurer did not lie to the townspeople.

The [Ironclad Clamp] is the second tier of adventure ships among all countries. Only the captain is a level three ship, and their strength is relatively ordinary. They rely entirely on a powerful small sea monster to keep the situation under control.

They had been wandering in the nearby maze-like Broken Isles for several months before receiving the news from the Pirate King.

After the "fog of war" was dispelled by a nautical chart and the correct route was found, the speed of arrival was naturally extremely fast.

Unfortunately, before they could cheer out loud, great joy and great sorrow came one after another.

They suffered heavy losses after being attacked unexpectedly, especially after losing their most powerful sea monster. Their strength dropped by at least 60%.

It wasn't like these colonists were completely unsuspecting of strangers at this time.

Rather, it was because of the inertia of thinking from the Bantaan Islands that made them subconsciously regard the "semi-indigenous" people before them as the original Taino people.

They are hospitable and very simple and friendly to the first colonists from non-hostile tribes.

It is said that without the help of the indigenous people, outsiders would not have been able to establish the first settlement in the Bantaan Islands.

In other words, under lower material production conditions, the indigenous people had not yet evolved the double-dealing and sweet-mouthed character that only emerges under complex social relations, and appeared to be particularly simple.

Jefferson, the animal trainer who made the mistake of empiricism, did not realize that among so many people, he was the only one who was simple.

Hearing the news of his knighthood, Byron and Violet shook their heads in their hearts at the same time:

'If those thieves of the throne are parasites on the Taiwanese community, then these guys are the claws and limbs that cling to the community.

We are not so lucky to be the masters of these guys, so we should kill them all at once.'

The owner of the oil refinery, Torgel Monn, looked very honest. He said politely while helping them tow the boat:

“Our ancestors passed down the epics of the Wan people from generation to generation and often told us about their hometown.

Since he is from my hometown, it is easy to ask for help.

And you've come at the right time. In order to commemorate the fact that our ancestors received the gift of the sea on this day and were able to survive in the New World, the island is holding the annual Fish Day ceremony.

Please be sure to attend. "

[Beast Trainer] Jefferson certainly would not refuse such a small invitation, and thanked him repeatedly:

"Of course, of course. Thank you for your help. Although you are far away from home, you are worthy of being called a gentleman."

In a very harmonious atmosphere, the two boats began to sail back to Kuroshio Town one after the other.

Byron, whose spiritual perception has been particularly developed after connecting with Violet, noticed a group of strange half-human, half-fish, half-frog creatures deep underwater, quietly disappearing in the reflection of Kuroshio Town in the sea.

Obviously, the accident on the alien ship was not caused by any accident, but by an attack from those strange creatures, or the followers of the old gods.

I checked the memory of the possessed object again, but found nothing:
"The townspeople remember the existence of the Deep Sea Families, but they seem to be strictly restricted by the Deep Sea Church and are forbidden from communicating. The townspeople have no idea what the world of the Families is like. They only have an unchanging yearning for the Families under the continuous brainwashing of Dagon day after day."

Violet pouted in her dream:

“What else can they communicate?
Let those believers who are still in the incubation stage see that the so-called followers are actually just the miserable appearance of themselves after being polluted by gods and devoured by "animal nature"?

Except for the extraordinary people who can truly achieve the transformation of the essence of life.

Ordinary people who have not awakened spiritually and can still retain their language skills after becoming members of a clan are considered to be the very lucky few.

Most are just cannon fodder beasts.”

As they were talking, the two boats had already returned to the dock of Kuroshio Town.

[Beast Trainer] Jefferson and the crew of the adventure ship saw the dazzling array of whale oil technology in the town, as well as a Leviathan whale that they had only seen in the Pirate King's intelligence, and their eyes suddenly flashed with fire.

The gazes towards the townspeople also became subtle.

The original order to leave half of the crew to guard the ship in case of an emergency was changed to: "Take guns and land en masse!"

The ancestors of the residents here left the Old World hundreds of years ago, and even the language basis of the phonetic writing has changed greatly. Most likely, they are just like the natives and cannot recognize what the iron pipe is.

Byron and Violet saw all of this and shook their heads secretly:
"I've confirmed through eye contact that none of them are good people. It all depends on who will come out on top in the end."

At this time, the "Fish Day Festival" with singing and dancing has begun in the brightly lit square in the center of the town.

There was just a large pool filled with sea water in the center of the square. No one knew what it was used for, and there was no one over 40 years old in the crowd.

Outsiders just thought it was a unique festival custom and didn't find it strange.

When the other townspeople saw the guests coming, they were all very hospitable and made room for them.

The workshop owner, Torgel Monn, enthusiastically explained to the adventurers:
“Our ancestors accidentally arrived in the New World hundreds of years ago and survived on the barren islands, mainly relying on fishing for their livelihood.

Once, due to the continuous strong winds and heavy rains for several months during the rainy season, they were unable to go out to sea.

Just when everyone was about to starve to death, a huge fish bigger than a whale rushed ashore and ran aground on the beach.

Our ancestors believed that this was a gift from the sea gods.

We ate the fish with gratitude, and later, in order to thank the gods, the tradition of eating fish on day was left among our tribe.

There is a festival every year, and we eat fish for half a month. In fact, fish is also our staple food on normal days, but it is especially abundant during this period.

To be honest, no matter how good the fish is, you will get tired of it eventually. It is not easy to come across some special "catch" in this season."

As he spoke, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, pointed his hand towards the long table in the middle which was made up of many tables, and introduced them to them one by one.

Raw fish, boiled fish, grilled fish, smoked fish, pickled fish, fried fish. You can find it here in every cooking method you can think of.

In particular, the "Anchor Bay Flavor Gran Stinky Pickled Fish" was specially introduced, which was placed on a large plate and covered with a glass cover.

"This is a delicacy from Tiemao Bay, our hometown of the Bay people. The fish meat is cut into large pieces with the skin on and placed outdoors to dry naturally and ferment.

It just so happens that there is a huge cold current belt passing through our area, which causes the temperature to be much lower than other areas, providing natural conditions for making this kind of hometown delicacy.

Just wait two months and you can enjoy this delicious taste.

Believe me, once you have tasted it, you will never forget the taste. "

As he said that, he opened the lid.

In an instant, a scent of ammonia mixed with the "fish fragrance" of rotting corpses strongly impacted the olfactory organs of everyone within a radius of dozens of meters.

It was so exciting that I couldn't help but shed tears.

If we have to find something to describe this smell, then a public toilet that has been disinfected without cleaning for three days can almost match its charm.

"Oh~, I really didn't lie.

This thing is really something you will never forget once you have tasted it. It is not because it is so delicious, but because it is so disgusting. "

Byron still couldn’t help shivering, and subconsciously looked at Violet.

The latter, whose senses were connected, instantly understood what he meant, and quickly waved her two little hands into windmills, explaining to him:

“Anchor Bay-style Gran Stinky Pickled Fish is indeed a specialty of Anchor Bay, and the method of making it is indeed very authentic.

But! Byron, you must believe me, I have never eaten this thing, absolutely not! "

While Her Royal Highness Princess Wanmin is still trying hard to prove her innocence.

The owner of the oil refinery, Torgel Monn, cut a piece of white fish meat and stuffed it into his mouth as if nothing had happened, chewing it with a look of enjoyment on his face.

"This is the taste. It smells bad, but tastes even worse. It makes me miss my hometown and recall the good old days. There is no better food than this."

He also signaled to the adventurous crew members:

"Please, please enjoy. Just like being at home, don't be polite to us."

The captain of the adventure ship and his crew, whose faces turned green, would have almost thought that this guy had really put shit in the fish, if they hadn't seen him eating with such relish.

It's even more terrifying than poisoning.

Well-informed adventurers have actually heard of this "Anchor Bay specialty".

I also know that in several Gulf countries there is even special legislation prohibiting the consumption of stinky pickled fish in public, which can be punished by up to three months in prison.

Obviously, not all Taiwanese people can accept this kind of "biochemical weapon-grade" food.

From now on, there is no doubt about the identity of these "descendants of Taiwan people".

Moreover, they had just been rescued, and they were too embarrassed to refuse the invitation.

There is no rush to obtain the whale oil technology, just eat your fill first.

Looking around, I found that the townspeople were eating very happily.

The second-level [Naturalist] in the team also quietly used his own identification skills on the various fish and meat dishes on the table. Not finding any problems, he nodded to his companions.

The members of the adventure ship each took a meal from the table beside them and started eating. After taking a bite, they found that it tasted very delicious.

[Beast Tamer] Jefferson's eyes lit up, and he kept praising while chewing:

"Sir, what kind of fish are these? I, a trainer, don't know what they are. They are so delicious."

The workshop owner, who was still eating stinky pickled fish, smiled strangely, looked into his eyes and said meaningfully:
"Oh, the owner of this meat asked the same question before."

"What?"

Jefferson thought he didn't hear clearly and was about to ask again, but suddenly he grabbed his neck and knelt on the ground.

A strange roar came from his throat but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Ho ho. Ho."

Just like the coral people, all the crew members of the Ironclad Claw who ate the fish began to rapidly change their bodies, growing scales, fins, and tails.
In the end, they all turned into a group of ugly big fish, struggling desperately on the ground.

The pair of angry dead fish eyes also became extremely turbid, and before the consciousness completely fell into a coma, the last thing that could be heard was a faint sigh:
"It's not good to eat fish blindly."

(End of this chapter)