Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 583 Where did Nora eat the fries?
Gwen and Nora whispered and discussed for a while, finally deciding to eat first, since it was still early for the boat.

So many workers on their way to work this morning noticed a surprising scene: next to Miss Betty's fish and chips stand, Gwen and Nora, one big and one small, were squatting there eating fries.

"Lady Nora, try this! The fries with chili and sea salt are absolutely fantastic!"

“Uh, Haochi!” Nora replied, her words mumbled.

"This one is great too! What flavor is it?"

"This is a specialty of Castel. The sauce is made from small sweet fruits that are a specialty of Castel Island. It's sweet and sour and very appetizing~" Betty explained to Gwen while standing on the box and making fried fish for the customer.

"Fruit? Transported over?" Gwen looked at the jam in her hand with some surprise.

Fruit is extremely difficult to transport, and she had never heard of any caravans transporting fruit when she was in the North.

Let alone transporting goods across the sea, even the fruit from the village is difficult to transport into the city.

Gwen squeezed the jam in her hand, thinking that perhaps it was wrong to make the jam before sending it over; in such warm weather, the jam would spoil more easily.

"Are you from out of town?" the workers queuing to buy fried fish shouted with a smile. "Then you should go to the port and see. Every day, several ships load and unload at the port, bringing in coal and ore, fruit and olives, and taking away ship after ship of iron ingots and steel."

Gwen nodded hesitantly. There were no seaports in the North, and she had no idea about them.

"We're going to take a boat to Castel in a bit."

"Then I can only wish you a safe journey." People's gazes turned to sympathy; Castells syndrome was indeed infamous.

"You must be the legendary Lady Nora?"

"Hmm." Nora, still chewing on fries, simply nodded.

Nora is remarkably recognizable, ranking alongside Chloe, the Grand Inquisitor, as one of the two urban legends of Bloodharbor. The headless Nora is the guardian of the Northerners.

Chloe is rarely seen unless she goes to the courtroom, but Nora hasn't been assigned any specific work by Hughes yet. The workers marvel at this, and some even want to come up and ask for an autograph, but thankfully they are stopped by those around them.

Workers lined up to buy fried fish, the aroma wafting from the oil pans and into the streets of Blood Harbor.

The two finally finished the last bag of fries and fish and chips, and both showed satisfied expressions.

"Let's go. Wait!" Nora's face suddenly showed a bad expression. "I promised to bring one for Gaia."

"Take this."

The two looked on in surprise as Betty handed them a pre-packaged box of fish and chips.

“Gaia often orders fries for delivery. I was originally planning to have Monica bring some, but it’s better that you’re here. If I ask her to bring some, the spoilage rate will be higher.”

The metal lunchbox, with a tightly sealed lid, is quite characteristic of Castells.

Holding the still-warm box of fried food, the two walked toward the dock.

"Speaking of which, where did Lady Nora's fries go? They didn't show up at the bottom, did they?"

Although Gwen wasn't well-read and didn't know much about the human body, she did know that what she ate would go from her throat into her stomach.

Gwen poked Nora's severed skin with some curiosity. Nora shuddered, then said fiercely, "Don't move!"

"Lady Nora, it was you who taught me to maintain my curiosity and explore the world with knowledge and reason." "Don't explore these messy places!"

Hughes also found this strange. Nora had no body below her neck, yet she could still speak—sound should be produced by airflow passing through the vocal cords, but Nora had no lungs, yet she could still speak.

There are also many small details, such as the terrifying power that Gwen unleashes when she moves at full strength, but her clothes and shoes can mostly withstand it and rarely break suddenly.

Given the normal strength of these materials, superhumans should be able to easily have their clothes ripped during fights.

But in reality, almost all superhumans appear to be "not so superhuman."

No one ever really cared about this; only Hughes, from another world, noticed something was wrong and discovered these details.

Now, Gwen has also noticed, and even Nora looks thoughtful when she hears her question.

She had always thought that eating was just eating, and talking was just talking, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"It does seem a bit strange."

Thinking can sometimes spread like a virus; once it starts, it's unstoppable.

“Think about it carefully, I can jump with a little effort.” Nora jumped up from Gwen’s arms and then landed back down. “But how do I exert the strength? I don’t seem to have any muscles to do such a movement. It’s as if I just had the idea and then exerted the effort, and then I succeeded naturally.”

"It sounds somewhat like..."

"Cognitive interference? No, this seems more like the extraordinary power itself. The extraordinary power is a projection of the Sea of ​​Consciousness into the present world, and perhaps this projection is not limited to those powers alone."

As the two walked along, deep in thought, Gwen suddenly stopped.

"what happened?"

"This, this is a ship?"

Gwen's voice trembled slightly.

She wasn't unfamiliar with boats; there was a long river at the foot of the Canary Mountains, and in many places from the White Crows to the North, one had to take a ferry across the river.

A ferry can carry several people; if you squeeze in, ten people can stand on it, but you have to be very careful, as it's easy to capsize.

And even larger ships. Gwen had seen cargo ships sailing downstream.

Although there weren't many people on those boats, they were several times larger than the ferry, easily over ten meters long. Gwen thought they were already very large boats.

And the ship in front of him.
Gwen looked up, straining to see, and could barely make out the edge at the very top of her vision—the edge of the deck. She strained to see, but that was all she could see; the rest of the deck was almost completely blocked.

The hull of the ship.
Gwen's eyes widened, the answer already forming in her mind, but her reason refused to believe it.

"Is that also made of steel?"

Standing next to such a massive cargo ship, Gwen felt her senses were becoming somewhat confused. Looking at the metal hull, she felt it wasn't that big, but the seemingly small anchor chain was not far away. Gwen didn't even need to measure it—it was already thicker than her waist.

It goes without saying how big this ship is.

"This, this is really a ship? Or a steel island floating on the sea?"

(End of this chapter)