Endless Ocean: Escape Starting from a Canoe

Chapter 368 "Decryption Expert" Ajian

"Master, are we going to the Earth's core next?"

The three-eyed golden crow flew down from the top of the ship.

It has withdrawn all its light.

As it spoke, it deliberately glanced at Ajian, who was perched on Shi Ming's shoulder, and inadvertently raised its head, as if to show off. "Look, I provided my master with such a good clue to the treasure, while you just eat and sleep all day long."

In terms of value, I am naturally slightly better.

A-Jian noticed the Three-Eyed Golden Crow's provocation and released a wisp of mental energy attack.

The three-eyed golden crow tilted back and fell into the sea, then flapped its wings and flew back up.

"We'll go after the Earth's core. First, we'll go to Black Gold and meet their commander. I wonder what happened to Sivir that he's in such a hurry; I reckon he has some important intelligence."

"Hmph. Master, she's always making a mountain out of a molehill."

Ah Jian said.

It certainly doesn't have a good impression of black gold.

It has always held a grudge against what this king-class drifting ship did before it was even born, sealing it, suppressing it, and almost plunging it into a permanent slumber.

Avenging a wrong can be left unavenged.

But the whispers in her ear still have to be heard.

"Could it be news from the Nirvana?"

Shi Ming pondered.

The Boiling Sea is currently in ruins but has a promising future. It's probably the only thing that makes Sivir so wary of it on the communicator.

Soon, all of this will be revealed.

At this point, the Grand Canal had already rounded Mount Everest and sailed to the vicinity of the Red Sea.

Whoops!

A wave, as high as a twenty-story building, suddenly surged up, an exaggeratedly intense killing intent brewing beneath the waves. In an instant, hard fish scales burst forth, their power no less than that of the demon sword from the [Black Society], the Eightfold Strike Sword, which had been gathering power underwater.

A-grade sea beast, Phantom Scale Fish Dragon!

How dare you?

Shi Ming did not move.

Just a glance.

A faint, intermittent cry of a Kun could be heard.

The wave, which was over sixty meters high, receded on its own, and the falling seawater churned on the hull, even taking back the fish scales that had already burst out.

The Illusionary Scaled Fish Dragon ceased all its malice, becoming as docile as a tamed kitten, and swam over from the tide, trailing rainbows.

Its scales are quite beautiful.

Ambilight.

It deliberately stopped in front of the rather astonished A-Jian and the Three-Eyed Golden Crow, and ended its own life. Becoming food was its next fate, and also its current conscious choice.

This is a technique used by the Temple of All Forms.

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Beyond the Red Sea lies the Sea of ​​Yellow Sands. The Pharaoh, now pardoned, is under the command of Black Gold, actively guarding this sea area, having concealed all its former sharpness.

Ptolemy was also clever; he voluntarily submitted to Black Gold.

This saved him from retaliation from his old rivals, the Golden Bodhi and the Nile. The African American general-class ships had been fighting each other for decades, and their conflicts were irreconcilable. Finding a new master for himself meant that he would have to obey orders, but it was also a way of finding a backer.

They won't be taken advantage of when they're down.

In the Sea of ​​Ashes, Black Gold has gone on a long expedition, but the trading waters he once established nearby and the maritime infrastructure built over thirty years remain there.

"Bro, have you heard? Black Gold isn't coming back from this southern expedition!"

"Really?" "Of course it's true! This old man may not be able to walk properly, but my connections are still strong. Without a King-class drifting ship to guard this area, the trade business in this sea area is probably coming to an end!"

"What are you afraid of, old shark? Just go with him."

"My old bones can't keep up anymore. I'll take advantage of these last few years to travel around. I'll leave those businesses to the younger generation."

"Hehe, so you've retired!"

"I guess so. People aren't cattle or horses, how can they work until they're sixty or seventy?"

The old captain of the Shark took a puff of his synthetic cigarette, exhaled a swirling smoke ring, and gazed at the once bustling shipwrecked, now empty, heart of the Desolate Sea. He felt both serene and lost.

Unbeknownst to many, the landscape of Africa has changed dramatically.

Cool breeze.

The Grand Express sailed across the Sea of ​​Desolation, past the birthplace of Ah Jian, and continued south.

The intense heat of the boiling sea has completely subsided. In November, the sea temperature is not very high, around 20 or 30 degrees Celsius. Moreover, there is a severe difference between day and night temperatures, which is strange and unprecedented. This has greatly amazed the people who have lived in Africa since childhood.

The unprecedentedly pleasant climate has greatly boosted the pace and enthusiasm for developing the new sea area.

When it's hot, work a little; when it's not hot, work a lot; when it's not hot, work like crazy!
It's booming!

The Three-Eyed Golden Crow's nest had been occupied by Black Gold, but it had no complaints. Its master's place was its only home. Approaching Black Gold, Shi Ming did not use the ferry. Instead, he piloted the Great Transport, sailing through a developed sea area with ships coming and going, and arrived at a distance of about three nautical miles from the King-class ship.

In theory, all other drifting ships are prohibited from passing within 30 nautical miles of a King-class drifting ship.

But the Great Luck is an exception.

Sivir was already waiting here.

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"Commander,"

"Black Gold now occupies the safest area of ​​the Endless Ocean. What could be more urgent than this? Is it a terrifying sea monster left behind, or a new discovery made while studying the flesh and blood of the Abyss Lord?"

In the reception room of the Grand Canal, Shi Ming asked the question directly.

Sivir looked around.

“My drifting ship is very safe; even aliens can’t spy on it,” he said, deliberately in a joking tone.

Upon hearing this, Sivir didn't mince words.

"I received an instant message from the Grand Commander."

Instant messaging?

Shi Ming put down his teacup.

Even if a message were to be transmitted across the endless ocean, without the aid of a channel like "Let There Be Light," it would require a delay of at least one hour for the instant message to arrive from the stars, who knows how many light-years away.

Its difficulty far exceeds imagination.

"Fifteen years ago, three months after Black Gold received help from the Nirvana, the Nirvana arrived in Black Gold. The Grand Commander followed it out of Africa and disappeared without a trace. However, the captain of the Nirvana left behind a bracelet that could connect them. Through this bracelet, seven instant communications could be completed, each of which could not exceed 60 characters."

"What did she say?"

Sivir handed over a note.

Shi Ming took a look and frowned.

Meaningless content. If communication can only be used seven times, it's not worth wasting a precious message, unless there's a hidden message.

"Ah Jian, analyze this."

"Okay, master."

The "100-core processor" was secretly activated, its powerful mental energy analyzing every character on the note, and searching for comparable past information in A-Jian's countless lifetimes of experience.

After a while.

“Master, this note is written in Latin and has 53 characters.”

"French and Latin share the same origin. If you select syllables whose pronunciation has completely changed and rearrange them, there is a chance that you can spell out a new message that reads exactly as three words."

"Opportunity, life-giving soil, wild boat."

(End of this chapter)