Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

He Feng jumped out of the hatch and saw only darkness. He tried to stretch his arms, but after his forearms bent out, he could not stretch them out any further.

It's completely dark here; the cramped space and the murky air create a strong sense of oppression.

He Feng groped around blindly, struggling to move forward while holding onto the wall, his palms often touching pipes that radiated warmth.

He could see nothing but the incredibly clear breathing sounds around him.

"Don't you turn on the lights here?" He Feng asked, puzzled, as he walked along the bumpy road.

"Lamp? Oh, an oil lamp? We use fluorescent ice lamps here. They light up after a few steps. There's not enough oxygen underwater to waste on lighting."

"What is the submarine's power source?"

"You're trying to heat the boiler!" the old man complained. "The seabed is full of oxygen-rich ice. You can break off a piece and put it in the boiler and it will burn for a day. But this stuff is very difficult to melt. Without the high temperature in the fire pit, it won't work."

He Feng nodded thoughtfully, satisfied, and withdrew his curiosity.

He originally wanted to ask more, but seeing that the other person wasn't in a very good mood, he decided to stop.

The road wasn't long, but it was enough for He Feng to come up with an idea.

"It would be wonderful to have a submarine in the icy sea."

He murmured to himself, filled with envy.

Generally speaking, if you can guarantee your own safety, it is much safer underwater than at sea.

Underwater, you only need to deal with marine mammals, but on the surface, you need to be much more careful.

The weather is unpredictable, and there are monsters that occasionally climb onto the deck, or fellow travelers who start fighting within three seconds of meeting.

Which threat isn't greater than this? The perfect solution for the pure "give up" party.

They walked across the uneven road surface with convex surfaces. The path under their feet was wet all the way, and the moisture on He Feng's hands condensed into water droplets, soaking his hands and causing them to peel.

"Distinguished guest, we have arrived," the old man said, his voice now somewhat wooden.

They stood in a passageway where light and shadow met, with flashing blue beams of light coming from the wide passageway ahead, but no one dared to take a step forward.

He Feng tentatively stretched out his foot, half of it stepping onto the blue-lit passage. After a moment's thought, he turned his head and asked.

Aren't you coming with us?

"No need, sir, we're not qualified. We're just employees." The group chuckled in unison, the faint light reflecting on their faces, revealing a hint of embarrassment.

"We are not guests, and we refugees are not qualified to travel with you."

"I see." He Feng stroked his chin, his lips pursed, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

He pointed to several young attendants and continued speaking.

"You, you, and you, come along too, I need a tour guide."

Upon hearing this, the group looked back in surprise, their faces filled with disbelief.

Generally, those who can enter this place are either rich or noble. If the lord of this place did not open the passage day, it would be absolutely impossible for them, these refugees, to come here.

The only real opportunity to come and go here at any time is to become a resident here.

This is almost impossible. First, you would need to buy a considerable amount of money for the boat, and second, you would need to get the reclusive lord here to sign your ticket.

The old lord was a gentle man, and he would generally not refuse if you asked him for something as small as an autograph.

But the key is that you have to find others under strict lockdown.

Money alone isn't enough; you also need valid identification to be recognized by the people in this fortress.

Only a handful of people manage to get in after a year; it's incredibly rare.

Several young people jumped up excitedly, clapping their hands in celebration, feeling that they were one step closer to moving into the submarine fortress.

"However, you stay." He glanced at the silent old man surnamed Qi and said calmly.

The old man spread his hands, his face indifferent: "Since you have no need of me, esteemed guest, I shall take my leave."

He then walked silently into the darkness, disappearing without a trace after a few tinkling footsteps.

He Feng sighed softly and winked at the group, signaling them to lead the way.

Faintly, He Feng heard a faint, elusive noise from the slight vibrations of the pipes by the roadside.

"My lord, the person has arrived."

……

As they groped their way forward, and the surrounding blue light grew brighter, with passersby occasionally brushing past him, He Feng finally became certain that they had completely entered the interior.

The light was soft, but it allowed people to clearly see the number "1" at the top.

The red, blue, and green fluorescent lights were gathered together by the omnidirectional lens and merged into a bright white light, making the space feel less oppressive than with monochromatic light.

The place is divided into three levels. The bottom level is a trading area with signs displaying various prices. The middle level often has the sound of dice being shaken, making it easy to guess what kind of shady business is taking place inside.

Cheers could often be heard from the third floor, which was probably the famous fighting fish arena.

Of course, these are only some of the open areas.

There are all kinds of people here, but there are no poor people in tattered clothes.

However, due to the improvement in people's manners, most people here are not very talkative, and it is much quieter than outside.

He Feng looked at the many nameplates with great interest.

[The venom sac of the rabid toad: contains a large number of pathogenic viruses and bacteria, worth 50 pounds of soil per sac]

[Steam-Powered Boots Blueprint: Tier 1 Technology, allowing the user to leap into the air, valued at 600 pounds of soil]

[The deep-sea oil drilling bit for the Tier 2 fortress: provided by an unknown customer, but he guarantees it will work just like new]

……

All these wonderful treasures are written on cardboard sheets, leaving room for imagination.

However, there are other goods that are different, in that they are traded using the chips provided here.

But their value far surpasses that of these common goods. He Feng swept through many, but most of them were not really necessary.

But then he withdrew the idea.

Tier 2 Bastion Expansion Module!

He Feng spotted the thing at a glance, which startled him and caused his pupils to shrink sharply.

It was placed right in front of him, so real, so inspiring.

The Azure is currently severely lacking in space, so much so that they have had to put some people's beds in the boiler room, and the internal corridors are often overcrowded.

The ground floor can't be used for living, so there's no other way but to squeeze in a little where people can stay.

Therefore, to some extent, space has hindered the development of Azure, which is definitely a major problem that needs to be solved.

The Azure is currently in dire need of such a powerful tool to increase its population.

This made him eagerly look at the prices attached to the top and bottom of the cardboard.

"One set of 2000 gold chips."