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Nobody knows where Tomat got the fishing rod from; the Inquisition's ship certainly doesn't carry such things unless the person is planning to be kicked out of the Inquisition.

"Go away!"

The action of swinging the fishing rod caused the several-meter-long rod to bend due to the high-speed shaking. The curvature looked as if adding the weight of a feather would break it, but it still bounced back to its original shape at the last second, casting the line and hook far away into the sea, splashing up small water droplets.

However, Tomat was not "fishing".

He was "hooking" fish, and the fish was also talking about being afraid of fish.

It's like replacing the chain part of a meteor hammer with fishing line, and then replacing the hammer with a fishhook. When Thomas swung the fishing rod, he was actually just aiming at the tarantulas and then smashing the fishhook into them.

Theoretically speaking, there is not much comparability between the two.

Fishing lines and hooks are too light to have the same feel and control as a mace, making it impossible to cast them out at will and hit the target precisely—especially when you're on a moving boat and aiming at a moving, underwater tarantula. The difficulty is beyond just "difficult".

"middle!"

But when Tomat's face lit up with joy and he pulled back his fishing rod, the sight of the terrified fish that crashed onto the deck as he reeled in the rod suggested that this level of "difficulty" was nothing to him.

"Tsk... Why is everyone like this?"

However, after seeing the appearance of the dinosaur, Tomat's expression was no longer so happy.

After all, it was also a skeletal fish with a similar shape, and you couldn't see the muscle tissue outside of that.

In Thomas's words, it was "not worth eating."

The tarantula seemed to have been impacted when it hit the deck, so it hadn't gotten up yet. It was just thrashing about on the deck, its hard body parts colliding with each other, making a screeching sound.

Thomas stepped forward and pulled the hook out of its spine—the hook, which was clearly inferior in hardness and strength to the hardened skeleton of the dinosaur, was deeply embedded without any deformation.

Saint Carmen stood beside Tomat, watching him hook a tarantula directly onto the boat, without showing much vigilance, since he didn't consider it a tarantula invasion.

Carmen, who had been watching all this, carefully examined the fishing rod in Tomart's hand. It was an ordinary fishing rod sold in the fishing tackle shop in Granfalo, with nothing special about it.

“I have seen fishermen in some small towns along the Iberian coast who can stand on the mudflats, cast their fishing rods, and accurately hit the amphibians and scaled creatures that emerge from the mud with their hooks…”

Carmen recounted her observations and also commented on Tomat's fishing skills.

“Those skills that take years to master are something that even we judges find amazing, but what you just demonstrated is far beyond that.”

And what he saw was certainly not just fishing skills.

If fishermen pierce the skin and scales of scaly creatures by casting hooks, that requires pure skill.

What Tomat demonstrated was terrifying power—and overwhelming skill in controlling that power with meticulous precision.

Typhoons occasionally strike the Iberian coast, and afterwards, people often witness incredible phenomena, such as soft grass or fragile tree branches somehow embedding themselves in walls or even metal poles without deforming or breaking.

The soft object, lifted by immense force and launched at astonishing speed, embedded itself in something much stronger.

This phenomenon, without the devastating impact of a typhoon, has now reappeared in Tomat's calm and collected swing.

He released immense power with precise control, which traveled through the fishing rod, along the fishing line, and onto the hook, carrying enough force to penetrate the skeleton of the tarantula and strike it.

During the process, the fishing rod, fishing line, and fishing hook were not damaged at all due to the loss of control of the force.

Carmen could tell from Tomat's rather emotional expression that he hadn't been consciously concentrating much on doing all that.

"It's simply divine skill."

Carmen considered himself to have lived a very long life, but he also maintained the most basic humility, not presuming that he had seen too much to be surprised by anything in the world.

He expressed his heartfelt admiration for Tomat's strength and technique.

"If you can't catch any fish, this technique is useless."

Thomas picked up the monstrous fish, stared into its empty eye sockets, and then threw it back into the sea, muttering:

"Go back and eat more. If you don't gain some weight, why would I want to eat you?"

[Event] Fool's Past: Chapter Twenty-Six - Breaking the Waves

"Fishing for tarantulas... to be honest, this is my first time."

"You should get used to it after a few tries. If a fish doesn't behave, just whip it hard."

"Haha, don't worry, even if they obey, I'll still beat them to death."

The fishing rod is now in Carmen's hands. The old man is not pretentious at all. When talking to Tomat, he is more like an open-minded but somewhat tired ordinary old man.

The way he holds the fishing rod now looks surprisingly relaxed, like an ordinary retired old man who isn't aiming to catch fish but simply passing the time.

Next comes the battle to land at the Eye of Iberia, and the Inquisitors will have to rely on their own strength to resolve those battles.

Therefore, in addition to being mentally prepared, proper relaxation is also necessary beforehand.

But at that moment, the sound of arguing came from the other side of the ship.

"The only ones who need that cowardly Agorian are you. The lighthouse is ultimately just a crude imitation of Agor's communication equipment. We, as Agor technical officers, see these things as architects see clay in a child's hands."

"The tide is submerging the coastline, not the border. The Eye of Iberia remains on Iberian soil and is an important facility that foreign personnel are not allowed to land on without permission... Your scheme is a challenge to the order of the court."

"Ha, you dare to talk about national sovereignty while letting the dinosaurs invade?"

"You who cower beneath the ocean currents dare to speak of order on land?"

The two sides arguing were several deep-sea hunters and two other judges.

Caught between two opposing groups, Jody was at a loss for words.

Thomas and Carmen arrived at the scene and, upon seeing the situation, inquired about the cause and effect.

According to both sides, this was because the Deepsea Hunters planned to land first. After all, in their view, the Inquisition's ships were too slow, and their final destination was not the Eye of Iberia. So they planned to swim there in advance and then use the Eye of Iberia to find the Fool.

Dario and Elene, who overheard the story nearby, naturally wouldn't allow it to happen—after all, it was really difficult for the Iberians to trust the Agorians, especially the Deepsea Hunters who could be considered members of the Agorian official organization.

Although they had previously helped deal with the riot caused by the Terrorfish in the town, they considered it to be a task assigned by Tomart, not a gesture of goodwill. Therefore, they decided to keep things separate and stop their actions.

As for Jody, he was pushed forward during the debate to share the firepower, after all, he was highly regarded and considered to be the son of the engineer who could operate the Eye of Iberia.

Ulpian declined to comment, but the three, led by Gretia, seemed to think that Jodi was dispensable.

"Back in Saltwind City, you got into a fight with us while on official business, and then became 'unable to carry out official business.' So you just waved your hand and let Tomat and me do whatever we wanted, taking care of those troubles that you should have solved yourselves. Why are you being so well-behaved this time? Is it because your injuries have almost healed?"

Skadi spoke calmly about the past, but her words carried a hint of threat.

As Eleanor was about to step forward to retort, Dario held her back and then said to Skadi:

“I will not forget what happened in Saltwind City, but in the end, the only person I trust is Mr. Tomat – although that was just my personal judgment, I believed at the time that he would not have any designs on Saltwind City or even the whole of Iberia. And the reason that this trust can benefit you is simply because he is acting with you.”

Dario's words were very straightforward—I trust Matt, but I don't trust the Agors—and this undisguised expression of his thoughts left the outspoken Skadi momentarily speechless.

“If you land with him, I naturally won’t object, but if you arrive early, that’s a different story.”

Dario added.

Just as Greta was about to turn around and ignore the judge's objections, and the judge drew his weapon to stop them, Tomat and Carmen spoke up at the same time to stop them.

Gladys stopped in her tracks, while Dario and Elene simultaneously drew their weapons.

Two groups of people, who had long been intolerant of each other due to their differing stances, chose to exercise restraint because of an even more irresistible force.

"If you were in such a hurry, why didn't you say so earlier?" Thomas asked.

“We thought you wanted to take your time and go by boat…” Ghost Shark rarely showed a sullen expression, seemingly embarrassed by Tomat’s intervention in the argument.

"I don't care what you think, and even if that's what I think, you can just say so if you have your own ideas. It's not a big deal, so why make it seem like you have to agree with me? I'm not that domineering."

Thomas scratched his head, his eyes gazing into the distance at the location of the Terrorfish's lair, and then said:

"Since you find taking the boat too slow, and going early is against the rules, and it's not right to keep making you accommodate us—would you mind speeding up the boat to disembark?"

"I don't mind, but how exactly should I..."

"We're already at the ship's maximum speed, and we still have about half the journey to go," Carmen asked Tomat. But after receiving Carmen's permission, Tomat vanished in an instant.

Skadi's eyelids twitched. She followed Tomat's scent to the stern of the ship, then shouted:

"Hold on tight!"

"Bang--!!!!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a loud bang rang out from the stern, and the entire ship sped across the sea, with everyone feeling an immense acceleration as if they were about to be thrown off the deck.

Grandia grabbed Jody's arm, and Jody, whose feet were already off the ground, even felt as if his arm had been ripped off for a moment. The Deep Sea Hunters and Carmen quickly steadied themselves, raising their arms to resist the wind pressure and stabilize their bodies, while the other two judges held onto the railings to secure their positions.

The ship cut through the sea at an astonishing speed. They seemed to be sailing in a storm, with the sea wind cutting into them like knives, but in reality, the entire sea was completely calm except for them.

The dinosaurs floating in the shallow water along the way were smashed to pieces. After nearly a minute and a half of accelerated sailing, the ship's speed gradually slowed down, and a huge reef suddenly appeared in front of everyone. The ship's speed also dropped to zero before it hit the reef.

Thomas jumped from the stern to the front of the group, and together they looked at the reef, where a huge building, like a black iron fortress, stood in the thin mist.

We've arrived at the Eye of Iberia.

[Event] Fool's Tale: Chapter Twenty-Seven Two Kinds of Madness

"Do Agorians get seasick?"

"I don't think this has anything to do with whether or not someone is from Agor..."

After vomiting violently while leaning against the railing, Jody finally staggered to catch up with the people preparing to disembark.

Even though he had made full preparations and other mental preparations before setting off, he was still quite frightened during the sudden high-speed journey and began to regret why he had come along.

After all, apart from himself, the others did not seem to have been greatly affected during the voyage. The pale-faced and tall Agor woman even had the strength to hold onto him and prevent him from being thrown off the ship.

Everyone here is much stronger than him, and in the previous conversation, Jody also heard that these people planned to continue fighting those monsters in the Eye of Iberia, while he couldn't stand it after just sitting on the ship for a while.

"Shh..."

The sound of the sea breeze never stopped, and the waves crashed against the rocks with tremendous noise. But as Jody looked up and gasped for breath to relieve her dizziness, she felt that there was a stranger, more peculiar sound coming from the dark Eye of Iberia.

Under the gloomy sky, even the sea appeared pitch black, and the lighthouse, which had long since lost its light, cast an even greater shadow, offering no view whatsoever.

In the darkness, there were sounds like something rubbing against the ground, or like some creature moving back and forth with dense footsteps, mixed with many wet, sticky sounds that seemed to be wriggling.

"This fishy smell...and this sound...it sounds like something?"

Jody asked somewhat uneasily, but the people walking in front remained silent. When he was about to leave the ship and step onto the old port that people had built for the lighthouse, Dario raised his hand and stopped Jody from leaving the ship.

"Hmm, it's a little different. Instead of choosing to run away, they actively gathered together."

Thomas walked at the front, speaking as he went along the cracked stone steps.