Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

Unfortunately, he did not have permission to view the crew roster of the Fool.

"Yes, Professor Dario."

The hot-blooded bird finally calmed down and, somewhat dazed, embarked on its journey to the next location.

This was the only instance since the court's reorganization of having challenged the law before the Grand Inquisitor and then walked away without a word. Eleanor suddenly realized that something she had always believed in was beginning to crack. For the first time, Eleanor began to examine her responsibilities and obligations according to her own understanding, rather than simply assuming that correct judgments only came from scriptures and Master Dario's words.

Her teacher, whom she admired so much, also had such an embarrassing side.

That night, Elena, who was resting at the inn, couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Since her first trial of the cultists, she hadn't had any nightmares, but now, as soon as she closed her eyes, the extremely oppressive brass giant and the Argoller witch sitting on his shoulders and mocking her would appear in her mind.

She couldn't sleep at all.

Chapter Seventeen: Deep Sea Arno, Three Trucks to Arrange for You

Upon entering the Iberian Safety Zone, Lotin felt, for the first time in a long time, traces of civilization still continuing. The land here was unpolluted and not barren. Industrial landships would occasionally roar past in the distance, delivering important raw materials to the military factories.

Iberia's enemies are endless, and one day they will be unable to hold on alone, while the nations of Terra deep within the earth are still intoxicated with the dream of vying for mortal power.

If Lotin really did return in triumph with the Fool, perhaps he would also be moved by the prosperity of the Iberian Golden Age, and after transmigrating, live out his life as an ordinary Iberian islander, truly becoming a part of this world.

However, Lotin, an Iberian citizen, had already drowned forever in the abyss of icy darkness when the cables were severed, and the bronze giant that still walks on the earth today is nothing more than a ghost emerging from the shadows of time.

Lotin gazed at the distant, faintly visible mountain range, the border of Iberia. Further east lay the border between Iberia and Victoria. Lotin did not wish to enter the chaotic Victoria, where the Sarkaz occupied the capital, Lentinium, and every Grand Duke was stirring with ambition.

Heading directly north, passing through Laterano, and entering Casimir via Letania is the best option. The wilderness of Terra's interior is practically a playground of safety compared to the occupied Iberian territories.

"too slow."

The three of them trekked from the wasteland to the safe zone entirely on foot. Even though the deep-sea titans were tireless, the deep-sea hunters' physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people, and crossing Iberia still took them a long time.

Now that we've entered civilized territory, we can certainly look for more efficient ways to move around.

Dario prepared passes for them to enter Letania, as well as Kasimir passports for a longer stay. The Iberian authorities along the way tacitly acted as if they didn't exist, and his sincerity was obvious.

He is probably currently under immense pressure from the higher-ups in the courtroom.

"Do you want to take an international long-distance passenger landship?"

Skadi flipped through an Iberian transportation guide she had bought while resupplying in a town, learning that the land dwellers used these enormous ground transport vehicles to travel between cities.

This mode of transportation was not cheap, but they had no shortage of Iberian gold coins. The only question was whether to arrange transport for the 4-meter-tall brass giant.

"Mr. Nautilus would probably not agree to take off his diving suit for such a trivial matter."

Laurentina shook her head. The experience of accidentally glimpsing her memories, coupled with their relatively frequent conversations along the way, led her to conclude that Lotin would not risk taking off his diving suit for this reason.

"Let's compromise on the solution."

Lotin's opinion was that transportation should be used, but some less traveled or unconventional methods could be considered.

"Ride in an open-top truck."

The first vehicle that came to mind for Lotin, along with his diving suit and giant anchor, that was relatively flexible and readily available with money, was a truck.

Although Iberia has a fairly strict lockdown system, there will always be speculators who want to enter and refugees who want to leave, and the greedy Iberians will naturally not let this opportunity pass them by.

Old He Sai is a highly respected figure in this industry. When it comes to smuggling, no one in the area has more connections than him. In addition to planning smuggling routes, reselling supplies used along the way, and procuring various fake documents, he is also in charge of the rental business of a chain of vehicles.

On this day, Old He Sai was reading his son's letter by the light of an oil lamp in his shed. He was angry because of the boy's mischief when he suddenly felt a slight tremor coming from outside the shed.

Old He Sai could only put the letter aside for the time being and hurriedly got up to lift the curtain. Usually, the guests who were introduced would take the initiative to enter the house, but this visitor showed no intention of entering the house for a long time.

The moment Old He Sai lifted the curtain, he understood, in an indescribable shock, why this guest insisted on waiting outside; the enormous figure had already towered above the roof of the low shack.

Where do you want to go?

Old He gripped his cane tightly, trying his best to regain his balance as his legs went weak.

"Leytania".

How do I get there?

"Let's take a car."

After speaking, Lotin produced nine shiny Iberian coins. Although these coins were made out of thin air, they were legitimate gold coins that even the Iberian notary office could not find any problems with. Besides, Iberia was on the gold standard, so there shouldn't be any issues with using them casually.

Old Jose was stunned. He casually produced nine Iberian gold coins. Why would such a wealthy customer not try to cultivate a relationship with the Iberian authorities, but instead come to him, a client with a tight budget and limited time?

However, in their line of work, it's a big no-no to pry into a customer's background, so Lao He Sai naturally didn't intend to ask any more questions.

"Given your size, you'd probably have to ride in a truck."

Old He raised his head and said.

"Prepare the best truck you can find, preferably one that is sturdy and durable enough to carry a heavy load."

"I'll handle the border checks myself."

Lotin prepared some more gold coins to cover the subsequent expenses.

Luo Ting was very satisfied with Lao He Sai's efficiency. He only spent a few hours preparing two heavy Originium trucks in decent condition, one of which was filled with essential supplies for a long journey.

However, a small incident still occurred.

When Lotin sat on the truck's cargo rack, everything was normal, but when Skadi also climbed on, the truck's support structure emitted a terrible groan.

"Hunter, you..."

In Lotin's memory, Skadi would often eat something on the road, but no matter how much she could eat, to reach a weight comparable to his own with that body type, how high would her muscle density be?

A muscular baby killer whale, terrifying indeed.

"It must be because the engineering technology of the land-dwellers is too inferior."

Skadi unusually became sullen, it seemed the hunter wasn't too keen on talking about her weight.

But why is Laurentina so light?

Even though she spent most of her time sitting on Loting's shoulders, he didn't feel any noticeable weight on them.

It can't be because sharks are cartilaginous fish, which makes them much lighter, right?

The incident was just a minor incident. Lotin added a few more gold coins and brought in a truck so that the heavyweight deep-sea hunter Skadi could ride alone.

In this way, all three trucks were arranged.

Old He Sai valued this generous client highly, personally leading the team, selecting his most trusted driver, and providing him with very generous bonuses.

Moreover, with the Iberians' number one plague god, Nautilus, sitting on the truck rack, they had no courage to harbor any more evil intentions. Instead, Lotin had to find a way to reduce the pressure of the deep-sea titan so that these drivers could drive safely.

Lotin even bought a high-powered radio so he could listen to the broadcasts when he was bored. Whether it was for leisure and entertainment or to get news and information about Terra, it was excellent.

The only slightly awkward thing was that Skadi didn't say another word to him for the rest of the day, and the already scarce communication between the hunter and the salvager finally came to zero.

Chapter 18: Solo farming of minions, so satisfying!

Because the budget was so generous, Lotin even hired a professional disaster messenger to accompany the convoy, in case the convoy got caught up in other troubles due to the disaster.

Now Lotin finally has a new form of entertainment—listening to the radio and gazing at the vast Terra wilderness.

This reminded him of a time before he traveled through time and wasn't working, when he would play a game called "Euro Truck Simulator" at home by himself.

A cup of tea, a pack of cigarettes, a plate of Europa League cards—spending the day listening to retro songs on the radio and watching the changing scenery on both sides of the road—is a way to find a moment of relaxation in a busy and lonely life.

Lotin has done all the preparations he could, so in theory there shouldn't be any major accidents. If he encounters some ignorant and fearless bandits or wild beasts, it will only be a matter of charging his salary equipment.

Because of thorough preparation, nothing too dangerous happened on the journey.

When the convoy spends the night, it arranges the trucks in a triangle and sets up a campfire in the center of the triangle. As it is far from the ocean, the chill of the autumn nights becomes more pronounced.

Two Iberian drivers, old José who was driving himself, and a messenger of natural disaster who was hired to accompany them, sat around a campfire, heating canned food that was extremely inauthentic to the Iberians.

The hunters stayed with Lotin on the other side of the campfire. The Agor people disliked hot and dry things and therefore had a physiological resistance to them, so they kept a considerable distance.

"So, you really are Nautilus himself?"

The messenger of natural disasters adjusted his glasses and asked curiously.

On his journey, Lotin gradually learned how to control the terrifying aura he unconsciously emitted, an invisible pressure that was a mixture of deep-sea fear and fear of giant objects.

That's why this recently graduated Iberian female college student dared to sit at the other end of the campfire and ask this terrifying Iberian legend a question.

After hearing countless strange tales about himself, Lotin himself began to wonder about the subtle differences between the three versions.

For sea creatures, they are a natural disaster; they fear themselves just as land dwellers fear natural calamities.

For the Iberians, their own harrowing stories and the terrifying legends found in heretical doctrines are a source of horror.

When it came to the Agorians, they were reduced to tragic figures in horror fairy tales, the gentlest version of their own.

“This is the real Nautilus, without a doubt. Since you are asking him a question, you should first offer him a tithe.”

The shadow of the campfire cast on Laurentina's face, sending a chill down one's spine; she seemed to revel in this kind of intimidation.

Clearly, the recent college graduate and messenger of the Cataclysm was genuinely frightened. Somewhat reluctantly, she handed over an Iberian gold coin to Lotin. For her, who had just become a messenger of the Cataclysm, this fee was not insignificant.

At first, Loting didn't pay much attention to the tithe, but after drawing a skin fragment as a reward from the tithe that day, he became interested in this tithe lottery, which the system described as having "no important reward".

"The mad nun is a rare exception, she's finally come to her senses."

The moment Lottin took the coin, a Poro doll suddenly appeared in his hand. It was a fluffy, sheep-like creature that served as a mascot in League of Legends.

Another day without being able to extract the skin fragment.

With his spirits at rock bottom, Lotin closed his eyes inside his diving suit. Sleeping would not only slightly improve his recovery speed but also alleviate his mental fatigue, since the night watch was done in shifts anyway. It wasn't a mandatory activity, but it was something he could relax through.

The system's sudden notification sound startled Loting from his slumber. It turned out that Laurentina was frantically sending signals, and the system eventually displayed the message: "Signals sent too frequently, please try again later."

"The mad nun!"

But Lauren Tina can't see these things, so what's the point of showing them to him by the system?

"There are drones."

Laurentina issued a warning.

The Poro doll had somehow ended up in Laurentina's hands, and she was looking at the soft white doll with an expression that suggested she wanted to dissect it.

The thrown anchor instantly restored the hovering drone to its factory state, leaving the six people with only one anti-aircraft weapon: Loting's Q.

"I originally thought that Iberian drones were primitive enough, but I didn't expect that land dwellers would have such dilapidated equipment."

Skadi glanced at the wreckage of the retrieved drone and frowned. Unlike the drones used by the Punisher scouts, this drone was an old model and in extremely poor condition.

"Sarkaz drones."

Lotin calmly made a judgment.

"They usually don't even fill up the fuel tank."

The caravan had already reached the vicinity of Laterano, where some Sarkaz mercenary groups preferred to operate in the surrounding area, taking pleasure in hunting Sarkaz and seizing their firearms.

Preferences are preferences, but life goes on. Supplies sufficient to support the journey from Iberia to Letania are bound to be targeted.

The burly Sarkaz men gathered around the caravan, which was carrying such abundant supplies, yet there were only three men who looked capable of fighting.

“Those Liberians were completely fooled by Sakota.”

Many Sarkaz mercenaries believed these Liberians were Lateran citizens, their heads spoiled by the candied fruit of Lateran, which explained their carelessness.

"They were even transporting a 4-meter-tall brass diving suit, it's insane."

A Sarkaz mercenary mage who had been to Siesta mistakenly thought the brass diving suit sitting motionless on the carriage frame was empty.

Actually, Lotin had just fallen asleep while listening to a program called "Eureka's Night Radio" because he was so bored.

"Hey, look, that wetsuit is moving!"

A Sarkaz mercenary crossbowman slammed the Sarkaz sorcerer on the head with the butt of his crossbow.

"Find the evil..."

The bronze giant's glowing eyes floated in mid-air like yellow will-o'-the-wisps in the night.

Then, there were several muffled thuds of skulls cracking, and the sorcerer felt as if he had stepped on something sticky.

"Laurentina, are we really not going to help Nautilus?"

Skadi sat in front of the fire, watching with some concern as Laurentina roughly handled the Poro doll in her hands.

He said he would handle it himself.

Laurentina was also disappointed at not getting the chance to tear apart the enemy, and Lotin couldn't directly say that he was reluctant to give up the experience and gold coins that came to him, so he simply didn't explain further.