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【The Age of the Sea】Land.

Here, there is no thick fog like in the Sea of ​​Mist; the morning mist is blown away by the wind and disappears into the depths of the jungle.

Sita was holding a gleaming tree branch, perched on the treehouse that had been transformed into a warehouse of arbitrary dimensions, carefully studying the principles of the rune.

"Sita!"

A somewhat awkward pronunciation came from below.

After tireless efforts, Dala Bengba finally learned to call her name.

Sita skillfully pulled the wrench to lower himself down from the treehouse, and saw several cave dwellers with somewhat nervous expressions following behind Dala Bengba.

"Gurgle wah la...human..."

It pointed towards the sea and gestured a five.

"Don't panic, let's go take a look."

Sita coiled her long, thick braid around her head and secured it, then led the cave dwellers toward the shore.

On the coast.

Boats of all sizes were surrounded by cave dwellers, and five people—four men and one woman—stood on the shore, all looking wary.

He gave instructions before leaving at will:

The camp accepts survivors, but never supports them for free, and certainly no ungrateful people.

"This is the territory of the Dragon Kingdom."

Sita flicked his tail, deliberately mimicking Vanessa's posture to look like a non-human monster, hovering over the several silent contestants from a high vantage point.

"Everyone here has to listen to our captain. Do whatever you're good at."

"Sea search, hunting team, exploration team, the choice is yours."

Maintaining an air of mystery and leaving room for their imagination can instill greater fear, prompting those with malicious intent to be eliminated physically.

These were the boss's exact words before he left.

She understands the importance of mystery!

Sita coiled its tail and flicked out its forked tongue, startling the five people opposite it, who all took a half step back.

Satisfied, she left.

As the wandering figure disappeared into the fields, the group exchanged glances, and finally dragged their weary bodies to follow the cave dweller.

Dragon Kingdom Live Stream Room:

[Latest battle report: The camp has just received its second batch of laborers (yay!)]

[With more and more people coming, can Sita manage to keep things under control by himself?]

[Haven't you noticed that Sita's pet spiders with facial markings are becoming fewer and fewer? (doge)]

[Holy crap... Could it be physical surveillance?!]

[The fact that the boss left Sita behind was a stroke of genius; even if a spy managed to infiltrate, they'd be doomed...]

The land continued to operate in an orderly manner.

Meanwhile, on the [Narwhal], which was sailing in a misty sea of ​​unknown time and space, someone casually pushed open the door on the second basement level.

"Honestly, you should get down and walk by yourself."

Noah pushed the wheelchair with one hand, complaining reluctantly, "Your injury is probably not as serious as the one on my nose."

"Doctor's orders." Ren Yi remained completely unmoved.

"Where did you get this doctor's order?!"

"I drive it."

"Rest, bed rest, avoid strenuous exercise... I'm a professional."

Noah was taken aback and wanted to retort, but realized that he knew nothing about this person's past.

Fine.

Just treat it as role-playing.

As they spoke, they arrived at the storage room.

Hundreds of square tanks housed various fish, resembling an unfurnished aquarium. The tank filtration system hummed loudly, and the fishy smell in the air seemed even stronger.

Next to a relatively large water tank.

Astine, utterly dejected, used a long pole to scoop up dead fish floating on the surface of the water.

Louis gently advised:

"Hang in there a little longer, we can rest after feeding the sardines."

"...I can hear them cursing at me even when I'm asleep!"

Estin scratched his fluffy curly hair.

"Those sardines, they've been singing in unison for two hours straight!"

They're still singing the same song...

And it sounds awful!

As a [Tide Listener], this place is like a normal person being locked up in a mental hospital.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips.

Esting and Luigi turned their heads at the same time and saw Renyi sitting in the wheelchair, and behind him a stranger with a large bruise on the middle of his nose.

"Idol!"

Louis nodded politely to Renyi, then glanced at Noah with a hint of caution.

"Who is this?"

"NPC," Renyi introduced.

Noah: "..."

"Where's the fish Wonka just caught?" Renyi asked, getting straight to the point.

"Over there...the one furthest inside."

Esting pointed to the end of the warehouse.

"That guy had a bad temper and kept banging his head against the wall, so Wonka put him in the freezer."

Thinking of the siren's fate, he shuddered dramatically.

"They said they were afraid it would run itself over and kill itself before the banquet even started."

He glanced at Noah casually.

"Isn't this a normal way to handle things?"

Noah and he walked together toward the freezer.

"To ensure the main course remains fresh and intact."

"Furthermore, Wonka's ritual is a bit unusual...it seems to require the siren to be in extreme pain and fear."

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder they serve it straight to the table; a bunch of zombies, baring their teeth and claws, will charge at you like you're a meal, and you won't even be able to move...

It's so despairing to even think about it.

A layer of white frost had formed on the freezer doorknob. Luigi stepped forward, grabbed it, and gave it a sharp twist.

"Creak—"

A chilling aura, carrying shards of ice, rushed towards us.

Compared to when I arrived yesterday, the freezer was almost empty, with only a few apples scattered on the floor.

In the very center is a specially made glass tank.

The glass exterior was covered with a layer of ice, with only a small section facing the head being transparent. It looked like the water inside was almost frozen, except for this area.

That was indeed a siren.

It was similar to Granny He Li's Siren form, even more slender than Shak, with smooth lines and a powerful presence. Her entire body was silver, and when she occasionally struggled, a faint blue reflection could be seen on her scales.

It seemed to have noticed the gaze from outside.

The head, which had been hanging low, slowly lifted, revealing a face that was practically perfect behind the unfrozen glass.

His features were striking yet refined, possessing a beauty that transcended gender, while his golden vertical pupils were filled with primal wildness.

The pain of being frozen and the humiliation of imprisonment fueled its murderous intent.

"Bang!"

Ignoring its numb limbs, it rammed its head against the water tank, trying to break free and tear apart the two-legged creatures in front of it.

"See?"

Noah observed it with great interest and said to those around him:

"I told you it was a beautiful beast; apart from its appearance, it's no different from those sharks."

It was arbitrary, but there was no follow-up.

He didn't even notice what the guy said; his mind was completely glued to that face!

This face...

Although the features are softer and the expression more exaggerated, it completely lacks the calm and majesty that comes with the passage of time.

But those almond-shaped eyes with upturned corners, golden vertical pupils, long silver hair like seaweed, and tiny silver scales on the inverted triangle of their cheeks...

Most importantly, there were the teeth marks that I had specifically looked for when I made the pipe for that person—

She has a single canine tooth!

This, this is fucking...

Isn't this just a younger version of Granny Li?!