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"So, one is in the wreckage of the Titanic, and the other is in the hands of a family in Japan?"

Professor Archibald leaned back comfortably on the sofa, quite pleased with the young man's reaction.

There was no panic.

There was no anger.

There is only one kind of calm: to cross everything off the list.

"That's right." The professor took a sip of his black tea. "One is in the cold, deep sea, waiting for you to retrieve it. The other, well, is in a very traditional Eastern family, where it's revered like a sacred object. Neither of them will be easy to obtain."

Shen Fei ignored his teasing.

His fingers tapped on the armrest of the sofa.

Kyle.

The man in the living room, who looked like a statue, silently walked forward.

"Boss."

"Contact Ivan." Shen Fei spoke slowly, but each word was clear. "I need a top-of-the-line deep-sea salvage vessel, like the Alvin or Mirren. I also need the best ROVs, like the Hercules or Poseidon, with an operating depth of at least four thousand meters. Tell him that money is not a problem, but I need the crew list and equipment list tonight."

"Understood," Kyle replied.

"Also, summon the entire technical team of the 'Abyss Walker' and Antonio Bellini's design team to the command center. Have Hannah share the star map data with them."

"What are we going to do?" Kyle asked.

"Let's have a meeting." Shen Fei looked at him. "Let's discuss how to retrieve a hundred-year-old safe from the seabed at a depth of 3,800 meters, intact."

Kyle's body trembled.

3,800 meters.

Titanic.

He instantly understood his objective.

That wasn't a single salvage operation.

That was a challenge to the deepest part of the ocean.

"Yes." Kyle accepted the order, turned around, and strode away.

Only Shen Fei and the composed professor remained in the living room.

Professor Archibald's eyes lit up.

"That's a big undertaking, young man. Salvaging the Titanic's artifacts? Explorers all over the world would love to do it, but most can't even afford to rent a decent ship."

Shen Fei picked up an internal communicator from the coffee table.

The call was connected.

"David".

"Boss! I'm here!" David's voice was always full of energy.

"Japan, a family surnamed 'Nakagawa'," Shen Fei said. "I need all the information about them. Family history, key members, assets, political background, security level... everything."

agreed

"Nakagawa?" The sound of typing came from David's end. "The scope is too broad, boss. Do you need more precise clues?"

"Their family keeps a family heirloom, something related to the Vikings' nautical logbook."

"Understood!" David's voice suddenly became excited. "I guarantee I'll complete the mission! Give me six hours!"

The communication was disconnected.

Two lines of progress are being made simultaneously.

One points to the deep sea, the other to Japan.

The plan was fully implemented within three minutes.

Shen Fei then looked back at Professor Archibald on the sofa.

"Professor, you're a smart man. You didn't ask for money directly, but chose to come in person, which means you're waiting for a higher offer."

"No, no, no," the professor shook his finger. "I just wanted to see for myself who had the guts to challenge a myth. Now it seems I made the right bet."

"What do you want?" Shen Fei asked directly.

"I want a seat," Professor Archibald adjusted his glasses, his eyes gleaming behind the lenses. "A ticket to the Titanic. I want to see you retrieve that star map log. I'm the only person in the world who can decipher the Viking script on it."

Shen Fei looked at him.

The old man's face was etched with the fervor of a scholar.

"Sure," Shen Fei nodded. "Not only that, I can also offer you a position."

"Oh?"

"Great Sage Group, Chief Consultant for History and Mythology. You have access to all database resources outside of Hannah's Labs and can participate in every operation. Annual salary... one million Canadian dollars, including tax."

Professor Archibald was stunned.

agreed

He didn't expect the other party to be so decisive.

This is no longer a transaction; this is recruitment.

"Aren't you afraid... I'll lie to you again?" the professor asked tentatively.

"My security supervisor, Kyle, will be in charge of your safety throughout," Shen Fei said calmly. "Trust me, he's very good at getting people to tell the truth."

The professor felt a chill on the back of his neck.

He glanced in the direction Kyle had left and chuckled dryly.

"make a deal!"

He wisely refrained from further haggling.

"Alright, now, as my chief advisor, please answer the first question." Shen Fei leaned forward slightly. "Why the Titanic? Why would Ragnar Lodbroke's Viking Diary appear on a 20th-century British ocean liner?"

"Because of tradition, young people."

Professor Archibald's expression turned serious, and he adopted a scholarly demeanor.

"Ragnar Lodbroke is a symbol of the Viking Golden Age, but many of his descendants have integrated into the European aristocracy. One branch, in particular, became a hereditary noble family in England after the Norman Conquest."

"I checked the passenger list for that ship. In first class, there was an American tycoon named John Jacob Astor IV, who was one of the richest people in the world at the time. But there was another person, an Earl named Crawford. That family was one of the branches of the Ragnar bloodline."

"Therefore, that diary has been secretly kept by his descendants," Shen Fei said.

"That's right. Until that unfortunate count, along with it, sank into the North Atlantic." The professor shrugged.

The mystery has been solved.

All the clues have come together.

Shen Fei stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, the lights of the manor extend to the distant coastline, merging with the stars in the sky.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the night sky, across the continent, and into the cold, dark depths of the sea.

The three spikes of a trident.

Three moving temples.

Three old diaries.

This is a huge puzzle that has been broken down into pieces.

And now he has the map to solve the puzzle.

Although the map itself is incomplete.

He took out his phone and dialed Su Man's number.

The phone rang once and was answered.

"Your endup... is it done?" Su Man's voice carried a hint of worry.

She knew that Shen Fei had just experienced a huge defeat.

"Not yet." Shen Fei's voice softened considerably. "It just started."

"Is the situation bad?"

"No, quite the opposite." Shen Fei looked at the night outside the window, a rare smile appearing on his lips. "I've found a new clue, but... the target is a bit troublesome."

"One is at the bottom of the sea, and the other is in Japan."

Su Man on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds.

She didn't understand what it meant, but she could hear the familiar tone in Shen Fei's voice.

It's the taste of finding prey and being determined to get it.

"Be careful." That was all she said at the end.

"rest assured."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Fei felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders.

He turned around and saw Professor Archibald curiously examining the fat seal named "Miracle," even reaching out to touch the herring in its dish.

The seal growled in dissatisfaction, patted the plate with its fin, and protected its food.

The two Dobermans stood up from the carpet, growling warning growls.

"Don't touch my dog ​​and seal, Professor," Shen Fei warned. "They don't like strangers."

"Oh, sorry, sorry." The professor awkwardly withdrew his hand. "I was just curious. I've never seen such a...fat seal before."

"You will see many more incredible things."

After Shen Fei finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the elevator.

He needed to return to the command center.

A salvage meeting targeting a depth of 3,800 meters in the ocean is waiting for him to preside over.

agreed

When Shenfei stepped into the command room again, the atmosphere had completely changed.

It's no longer the repression and failure of the past.

Hannah was having a heated discussion with several engineers, with complex ocean current models and star charts displayed on the screen.

Bellini, the Italian national treasure-level architect, and his team were studying a huge structural diagram of the Titanic wreckage on another screen.

Kyle had returned and was standing to the side, listening quietly.

Upon seeing Shen Fei enter, everyone stopped their discussion.

"Boss." Hannah greeted her, her eyes shining with excitement.

"How is the situation?"

"Not optimistic, but very interesting!" Hannah pointed to the screen. "The star chart the professor gave us is real! Professor Douglas and I compared it with a 9th-century star calendar, and it's a genuine and valid Viking star chart. However, there's a 'precession' between it and modern star charts, and we're correcting it."

"Mr. Bellini's conclusion is more direct," she said, pointing to the other side.

Bellini approached, the elegant Italian elder with a serious expression.

"Mr. Shen, the wreckage of the Titanic, after being discovered in 1985, has undergone numerous expeditions and commercial salvage operations. Its hull structure is extremely fragile, like an underwater cardboard box. Any violent external operation could cause it to completely disintegrate."

"It's almost impossible to get anything out of there, especially a safe that might be in the lower-level warehouse."

"Almost?" Shen Fei seized on this word.

"Yes, almost," Bellini nodded, "unless, of course, we're not using the 'scooping' method."

He pulled up a 3D model image.

"We can use a special gel to inject into the hull around the safe, temporarily solidifying that area at low temperatures. Then, we can use a diamond chainsaw to 'cut' that entire piece off. It's like performing surgery."

"This solution requires one or even two ROVs to work together perfectly, with an accuracy of centimeters."

"This is unprecedented at a depth of 3,800 meters underwater."

Everyone looked at Shen Fei, waiting for his decision.

This approach sounds like something out of a science fiction movie.

The costs and risks are astronomical.

"Has Ivan replied yet?" Shen Fei asked Kyle.

"Got it." Kyle handed over a tablet. "The French Ocean Development Institute's 'Atlante' salvage ship has just finished its mission in the Aegean Sea and is returning home. Ivan can let us jump the queue; the rental period is one month, and the fee is 80 million euros."

"The ROV on board is called 'Victor 6000,' and it can operate at a depth of 6,000 meters, which meets our requirements."

"Very good." Shen Fei nodded. "Use it. Have David sign the contract, in the name of an offshore company. Before dawn tomorrow, I want this ship to change course and head full speed to Newfoundland."

"Yes."

Shen Fei's gaze swept over everyone present.

"ladies and gentlemen."

"I know this task sounds crazy. But what I need is not 'almost,' but 'certain.'"

"From this moment forward, you have unlimited budgets and the highest level of authorization. I don't care what methods you use—cutting, or whatever you invent. In a month, I want to see that safe in my manor."

No one speaks.

But a fire ignited in everyone's eyes.

It was a flame called challenge, ignited by money and dreams.

Just then, Shen Fei's personal communicator rang.

It's David.

"Boss!" David's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement and confusion. "We've found the lead in Japan! Much faster than we expected!"

"explain."

"The Nakagawa family is a very old Japanese family of kendo practitioners, with considerable influence in both political and business circles. They do indeed have a family heirloom, which is indeed related to Norse mythology."

"But...boss..."

David paused for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts.

"Our informant went to great lengths to confirm... that what they were worshipping at home was not some kind of nautical log."

"What is that?" Shen Fei frowned.

A sound of swallowing saliva came from the other end of the communication.

"It's an axe."

"A Viking battle axe with a history of over a thousand years."