Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 447 Are you sure you're in the Storm Ocean?

Looking around, and seeing that no one else seemed to be buying, Betty picked up the fries a little guiltily, hesitated for a moment, and then shared them with Gwen.

The strange young man had already left, and Bettis asked curiously, "Gwen, do you know him?"

"Hmm," Gwen said, chewing on a French fry, a happy expression on her face, and nodded vaguely.

"That person is weird, he might not be a good person, Gwen, you have to be careful."

"He's a good man."

Bettis's eyes widened, and she scratched her head: "How did you know?"

Gwen gestured with the fries in her hand: "It's a feeling, a very familiar and warm feeling, I can't quite describe it." Her gaze drifted to Hughes's retreating figure.

Hughes was happily eating French fries at that moment.

"This sweet jam is so tangy and delicious, it's even better for fries than ketchup!"

"The fries are quite thick, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the sandy potato is very delicate. I really didn't expect to be able to eat such familiar food here."

The fried foods all tasted pretty much the same, and Hughes was filled with mixed emotions as he ate them. Now, his desire to go home had faded considerably, since he had his own territory and no longer needed to work like a beast of burden in the factory all day.

To be honest, he initially only wanted to get in touch with the extraordinary, but later he wanted to go home. Only after he had territory did he want to try developing industry, and then he couldn't stop.

I was initially quite interested in the extraordinary, but after hearing so many stories about the curses of the extraordinary, that interest has waned.

After all, even top-tier extraordinary combat power, once invincible, wouldn't be enough to withstand a single Dragon Breath Cannon shot. This extraordinary power is better off without.

Moreover, he now has a symbiotic contract, can go into the sea, can enter the mind link, and can share the life pool with more than a hundred female demons. He already has a considerable amount of extraordinary power, so there is no need to ask for more. Developing industry is more attractive to him.

Speaking of the extraordinary, Gwen's face came to mind again.

As Hughes took the fried fish from her, he touched Gwen again. The image of "The Named One" still came to mind. Coupled with the other Gwen in the resistance, it seemed that this little girl had many secrets.

This story begins not long ago.

When Hughes descended into the body of the worker Hughes, he found himself surrounded by white mist. He tried to pull the threads but failed inexplicably. After further attempts, he vaguely sensed something in the white mist pulling the other end of the threads.

Without hesitation, Hughes chose to return.

Although the worker Hughes's body possessed some strange powers, they weren't really that important to him. He was no longer the reckless man who had nothing; playing it safe wouldn't hurt.

After asking Richard and his mother about the white fog, they recommended Nora.

Although Nora was still angry with Hughes, she wasn't someone who couldn't distinguish right from wrong, and she still cleared up Hughes's confusion.

The result was just too unexpected for him.

The scene from that time reappeared before my eyes.

Hughes placed the small cakes he had specially brought on the table and looked at Nora with a smirk.

Although Nora was still sulking, her tone remained serious and calm when she spoke.

"You've come at this time, there must be something urgent you want to know, right?"

Hughes wanted to say there was no rush, that at worst he could just lose a body, but after a moment's hesitation, he nodded. "Nora, do you know what that white fog that rises at sea is? A very thick fog, what is it?"

Nora's eyes darted around: "Did your mother-in-law and the others send you to ask me this?"

"Yes."

"They may have some misunderstanding. The description of white fog generally refers to a white disaster, but white disasters do not occur at sea. What you encountered was most likely just simple sea fog."

"Can't a white disaster happen at sea? Is there no precedent for it?"

“There definitely isn’t one!” Nora felt questioned and jumped unhappily onto the cabinet, biting a roll of map in her mouth. She then used the momentum to jump back twice, and Hughes took the map and spread it out on the table.

“You see, the Duchy of White Raven has no sea. The nearest coast is near the Duchy of Alvarez. Ships going to White Raven have to travel upstream along the river.”

"The White Calamity is basically only in the north of the White Raven Duchy, and has never crossed the Canary Mountains, let alone the Duchy of Alvarez further south. In other words, the White Calamity does not cover the sea at all."

"My mother-in-law and the others have never been to the North and are not familiar with the situation there, which is why they mistakenly thought it was the White Disaster."

Hughes nodded slowly, agreeing that what he said made sense.

However, his worker-like body, Hughes, possessed some of the powers of the evil god. His perception at the time should not have been wrong; there must have been some terrifying existence in the fog. This is why he made the decisive decision to run away immediately.

"That white mist can block all means of communication, and there seems to be some kind of terrifying existence in the mist. Oh, and the mist is extremely thick and smells very good."

Nora, who had been full of confidence, suddenly stopped, and a look of surprise and uncertainty gradually appeared in her eyes.

"This description... it really does sound like the White Disaster. No, it's exactly the same!"

Nora took a deep breath: "The Silent Sanctuary has done a lot of research on the White Disaster, and indeed, no means of communication can penetrate that fog. Whether there are any terrifying beings in the fog is unconfirmed, since no one who goes in has ever come out. As for whether it smells good or not..."

Nora sensed something was amiss, and a hint of suspicion flickered in her eyes: "Where did you get that information? Have you been to the North?"

"I have a friend."

Nora's suspicion remained undiminished.

"She found the relevant information in a restricted section of a huge library, and because it was rather strange, she told me about it."

This was a barely acceptable explanation. Nora wasn't worried about being silenced for knowing too much in her current state; at most, she would just have her name hung on a monument. Therefore, she didn't worry too much and started analyzing the situation seriously as Hughes had suggested.

"If it really is a white disaster, and it's at sea, does the book mention what kind of sea it is?"

Hughes paused, his tone somewhat uncertain: "It should be the Ocean of Storms, right?"

"Legend has it that further north of the White Raven, in a pure white realm that no one can reach, lies a broken sea covered with icebergs of all sizes. But these are just legends; no one has ever actually been there. If the white calamity at sea you mentioned really exists, perhaps it is there."

"Besides that, I can't think of any other sea area covered by the White Catastrophe—perhaps what you're seeing is a larger lake?"

“Impossible, that’s the sea, I remember it very well,” Hughes said with certainty.

A realm of pure white? Hughes vaguely remembered this. He thought for a while, and then a thought suddenly struck him.

(End of this chapter)