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It was the wreckage of an ancient ship, at least three hundred meters long, at a cursory glance.

It lay upside down in the mud and sand.

The ship's hull, which was mainly made of wood, was dilapidated and pitted, and covered with thick, dark red moss and purple seaweed.

A large hole, more than ten meters high, was ripped out in the middle of the ship's hull.

There was no door, but several rows of various biological skeletons hung there, serving as a curtain.

But what's most baffling is the sign above the arched "doorway"—a string of words hastily pasted together with seaweed of various colors.

The translation is "rotten fish and shrimp".

Some seaweed grew long and swayed with the current; some seaweed withered and died, pieced together incomplete pieces.

One of the letters floated up and down, seemingly ready to run away from home at any moment.

Klaus pinched his nose:

"This name... there's absolutely no room for argument. You can smell the herring stench from twenty meters away."

Outside the gate.

Two plump, tall, bald-headed mermaids lay sprawled on the mud, fast asleep, a long string of bubbles trembling and floating upwards with their snores.

Passing past the two snoring, bald-headed mermaids, I lifted the curtain made of various bones.

Unexpectedly

The area outside the curtain resembled a slum or a garbage dump, with signs pieced together from various sources.

But behind the curtain...

There was no smoky, muddy mess, no dim lighting, and no drunkards fighting each other.

Several rows of neat coral stone walls divide the spacious interior of the shipwreck in a particularly orderly manner:

Goods trading area, drinking area, rest area and VIP area...

The difference is clear.

The glowing moon jellyfish float gracefully on the ceiling, serving as a light source, emitting a bright yet soft glow.

The ground wasn't a haphazardly muddy area, but rather paved with smooth, clean black stone slabs, without a speck of moss.

however.

Just as Renyi and the others were carefully observing the area, a commotion broke the silence.

"I'm only giving you face by liking this worthless weed. Three pearls are the most I can give you, and you dare ask for ten?"

Trading area.

A muscular, scarred dog-headed mermaid, carrying a wooden box between its paws, cursed at the stall owner before turning to leave.

"Pah! You swindler! I'll gladly accept the goods, but there's not a single pearl inside!"

The stall owner was a withered shrimp-fish-man, cowering behind the counter, too afraid to even speak.

The dog-headed mermaid swaggered around for less than two steps.

A long arm with suction cups reached out from behind the cabinet and grabbed his neck.

The owner of the arm was a bald mermaid whose species was unidentifiable, with anchor-shaped scars on both cheeks, the cause of which was unknown.

No nonsense.

The scimitar drew a white line in the water, unaffected by water pressure.

The dog-headed mermaid's head and neck separated instantly and rolled onto the floor.

Just as blood was about to spill out, Nathan and his men were on high alert and were about to throw Ivan out when the steward kicked a nearby mechanism.

Several holes were exposed in the floor tiles.

Several red plecos swam out and cleaned the blood away in just a few bites.

Two thugs, one holding the head and the other dragging the body, pulled the dead mermaid down.

The manager, with a cold face, addressed the trembling stall owners:

"If you sell something on our premises and it gets lost, we'll take responsibility. Don't worry, no one can renege on their debt."

The vendors nodded in agreement.

Having dealt with this minor trouble, the bald manager clapped his hands, his eyes darting around until they landed on Ren You, who was looking around.

His gaze paused for a second as it swept over Klaus's eight tentacles.

but.

When he saw the green-haired man hiding behind Renyi, a forced smile appeared on his cold and fierce face, which was covered by an anchor-shaped scar.

"Carlos, you actually managed to rot in some ocean trench?"

The bald-headed manager approached and sized him up.

Everyone knew that this guy had been captured and imprisoned in the Rift Prison. After that sensational incident that shook the entire kingdom, he disappeared without a trace...

Looking at it today, it seems like they're living quite comfortably?

Carlos shrank closer to Ren Yi, his back straightening unconsciously.

"Thanks to you... I'm lucky to be alive."

"Um...we're looking for Bob!"

Upon hearing the name, the bald manager snorted coldly.

"Looking for the boss? He hasn't even settled the score with you for sneaking out through the secret passage last time... And you dare to deliver yourself to his doorstep?"

He blocked the way, and several thugs surrounded him.

He casually reached out and put his hand on the bald manager's arm, stopping his gesture to take action.

"Old scores can be settled later."

He smiled.

"He was just there to show us the way. We're looking to find the owner here to do a big deal."

The manager looked him up and down arbitrarily.

A new face.

Judging by their appearance... they don't seem to be from the Abyss Rift either. And look at the others behind them—

The manta ray mermaid on the left has a very restless tail.

One moment he'd be picking at the mud in the cracks between the floor tiles, the next he'd sneak into the counter and sneakily grab some coral ornaments from someone's stall, leaving the stall owner furious but unable to say anything.

The brightly colored lion-mermaid on the right has an expression of impatience on her face.

Behind her, clusters of colorful poisonous thorns were half-open; if anyone glanced at her, she would retaliate with the look of someone staring at a dead man.

And then there are two heavy units...

The octopus-mermaid, covered in sweat and with bulging veins, had its eight tentacles twisted like braids around a huge blunt metal weapon, seemingly locked in some kind of struggle.

The other one is even more outrageous.

A shark-mermaid even more robust than the fourteenth-level criminal fish, Mu Sha, that he had ever seen!

A clip was stuck to his nose, which he had taken from somewhere, and he was wearing a thick mask... Even so, thick saliva still floated out in strands.

The person in charge's eyes twitched twice.

He's been in the Blue Kingdom and the Silent Channel for about seventy years, and he's seen more outlaws than fish eggs.

But these guys don't seem to fit the "outlaws" category.

If he had ever lived on Earth, he would surely have found a more fitting description, such as—

nerve.

"Cheers"

They assumed the manager was making things difficult for them.

Reaching into his pocket with one hand, he retrieved a pale blue teardrop-shaped gem from the system's inventory and asked gently:

"I wonder if this will be loud enough to knock on the door."

Previously, when I used the [Entrapment Light Pattern] on the sea, I casually learned about the dreams of the mermaids.

Besides pearls being used as a common form of currency

The most coveted and priceless treasure is the Tears of the Deep Sea.

This realization left Renyi and others speechless, who had previously spent a fortune using three Deep Sea Tears to enchant the [Ocean Gulls].

But at least there are still two left!

Meanwhile, the manager paused for a moment.

Tears of the deep sea that form only within the bodies of ancient, dead creatures!

He swallowed greedily, assessed his few remaining troops, and made a decisive judgment—

This is a task I can't handle.

"If you want to see the boss, come with me."

He suppressed his greedy gaze, and with a cold face, hung the long sword back at his waist:

"And that manta ray. Keep your tail under control. If you break anything, you'll have to pay for it."