Chapter 34: bona fide

  Chapter 34 Kindness

   "A bag of sleeping powder is worth about a hundred talers. I dealt with Osenna and the native priests back and forth, threw away a third, and left more than half."

   "And the Warcraft grade materials sold in the fishing market were taken away at a price of one or two hundred talers. It seems that the price of a complete set of blue materials is at this level."

  Remembering the direction and general shape of the blue mist, Ian closed the vision horizon with satisfaction: "Although I don't know if it can be picked up, but if the leak is picked up successfully, at least I will earn a hundred talers for nothing."

   "It's really impossible, and it's not impossible to bring a few thick white fish back."

  Now Ian has no plans to show his spiritual power.

  Although showing his talent can get the attention of elders and even local nobles, he feels that it needs a good time to ensure that he can benefit from it.

  Terra is not Earth after all, so be careful, it’s always right to hide your strength.

  Of course, being discovered is not a bad thing.

   There are three blue mist in total.

  The first one is located in the shop of the Silverscale Fleet. This fleet is a relatively strong one in Harrison Harbor. It has the strength to deal with some weak monsters, and it can also go out to sea to catch some rare fish.

  They are also a specialty of Port Harrison, the largest production fleet of ‘O’Dell Eels’.

  With just one glance, Ian found his goal.

  It was a freshly slaughtered eel. The white and tender meat was like a gel, but it was actually quite firm. It was frozen in a whole block of ice, waiting for passing buyers to buy it.

  Odell eels are quite ferocious and large in size, so it is difficult to feed them on the shore. Unless the customer orders in advance, otherwise, the eel meat is slaughtered and sold frozen.

  The moment I saw the eel, Ian's body instinctively reacted with hunger. Even though the fish market was all around him, his appetite still rose from the bottom of his heart.

  For a moment, he subconsciously wanted to approach that direction, and instinctively began to swallow.

—In the vision of foresight, the middle of the spine of the eel exudes an extremely rich blue light. Just seeing it, Ian knows that if he eats it, his bones will be greatly strengthened, possessing Unimaginable flexibility!

   But Ian didn't really move. He quickly returned to normal and lowered his head to cover up his momentary gaffe.

   "It's so dangerous..." He let out a breath, raised his head, and said with lingering fear: "I didn't expect that the reaction would be so big—it seems that if you eat that eel, it must be good for your body."

   Today's Ian lacks nutrients.

  If he has enough nutrients to maintain his body, then relying on his familiarity with virtual organs, it may not take a week to accumulate source quality and condense the real source seed.

  For ordinary people, eating high-energy food will make them overnourished, and even gain weight.

  But for sublimators with source seeds or virtual source seeds, most of the nutrients will be refined into pure source quality, which will be used to support the transformation of sublimated organs in the future.

  As for those foods that originally contain a part of the source, ordinary people can only absorb a very small part, and they may suffer from indigestion. Only sublimated people can absorb those food sources.

  So, even if ordinary people are lucky and buy blue-level source food, they may not get much benefit, and they may even have diarrhea and stomach pain, thinking that the food is not fresh and the stomach is caused by bad food.

  The eel in front of me is undoubtedly a food that contains a part of the essence.

   "Remember, buying eels in my capacity is really weird."

   A catty of eel meat for three paysons, a low-level boatman’s ten-year salary, a real luxury, who would buy this thing if the family doesn’t have any money?

  Ian remembered the position, and turned to look at the other blue mist.

  The second location of the blue mist is located in the shop of the Red Hook Fleet, an ocean-going fleet that is not inferior to the Silver Scale Fleet.

  It was a tuna that had just been bled and was being frozen. It was about two meters long and was being soaked in a stone trough about the size of a small boat.

Next to the trough, the fisherman took out a bottle of light blue test tube potion from the box, and carefully dropped a drop into the stone trough—the next moment, with the rising of white mist visible to the naked eye, a gust of hot wind hit his face, and then It is ice cold.

  Accompanied by a bright light blue flash, the water in the entire stone trough, including the tuna in it, was completely frozen, turning into a large ice cube that was as firm as glass.

  Several boatmen on the other side skillfully turned the stone trough, dug out the large lump of ice from the stone trough, and put it on display in the glass freezer beside it.

"This is…"

   Opening his eyes wide, staring at this scene, Ian's eyes were fixed on the stone trough and the potion. He opened his mouth slightly, and couldn't help but want to open the vision horizon to see the color of the potion.

   This is the first time he encountered a situation that was truly 'magic' in the world of Terra!

  But looking at the expressions of the boatmen and fishermen around, they all seemed to think it was normal, and everyone was not surprised by it.

Ian looked at the fisherman, and the other party took back the test tube potion that had just dropped a drop into the box, and he could vaguely hear a murmur: "There are only three ice potions left, and the caravan from the Platinum Iridium Workshop before October will not come again." If so, what should I do…”

   "Is it an alchemy potion? It should be related to the sublimator."

  Ian was thoughtful. He memorized words such as 'Ice Freezing Potion' and 'Platinum Iridium Workshop' in his mind, then turned his head and looked at the tuna.

This tuna has a light gray metal-like luster all over its body, and its eyes are even faintly glowing strangely. In this evening, it is still clearly visible under the illumination of the algae oil lamp. It looks very extraordinary, compared to the previous eels The meat also whetted Ian's appetite even more.

  —In the vision of foresight, the blue mist condenses on several epidermis and the brain connected to the eyeballs. If eaten, the skin will become extremely tough, and even have a part of the ability to control water flow.

   This is a sublimation material that is far more useful than the eel before, and it can even be said that it is barely close to what Mr. Hilliard called the "potion material"!

  But Ian turned his head and left without hesitation—because the tuna was directly priced at 'twenty talers'.

  Obviously, the fleet also noticed the extraordinary quality of this tuna, and he couldn't afford it at all.

Although, according to Ian's judgment, this tuna is already considered a rare material. Such a large tuna is worth not to mention 20 thalers, even 220 thalers. No one bought this, and the fact that they paid twenty thalers for themselves was outrageous.

  The last blue mist, located in the stalls of the White Chamber fleet.

  The Baishi Fleet is the fleet of the White People, an offshore fleet, with three oyster and shellfish farming factories along the coast, and has no special competitive relationship with other fleets.

  The main body of the blue mist is a common salmon. This migratory fish is everywhere in Harrison Port. The upper reaches of the Ewok River next to it is the gathering point for salmon migration.

Now is not the time, every few years at the end of autumn, there will be countless salmon along the turbulent Ewok River, all the way to the "snow land" in the middle of the Bison Mountains, where it is cold all year round, but it happens to be salmon environment they like.

  This salmon is quite good in appearance, about twelve catties, plump and full of fat, and looks quite delicious. The fish scales even reveal a little blue luster, but if you don't observe carefully, you can't find it at all.

   "Let me see... well, there are no other special effects?"

Ian opened the vision vision again, and he confirmed that the blue mist on this salmon is slightly inferior to that of eel and tuna, but it is scattered throughout the fish: "The effect is easy to digest, nourishes the body, and is different from other strengthening , this salmon seems to be leaning towards healing."

   "I feel like if I eat it, every little bruise and accumulated damage in my body will be relieved!"

  He cheered up: "This is the most suitable ingredient for me now!"

  Strengthening alone can't bring much power. As Hilliard said, the real road to sublimation needs to be advanced slowly according to the inheritance of the true shape of the blood. If you eat it indiscriminately, it will be mixed.

  In this way, it is the salmon that does not have any attribute bias, but simply contains the source quality, which is the most precious.

Having made up his mind, Ian even began to calculate the price, ready to go to buy: "It only needs two pfennigs a catty...such a big one, about two bison and four pfennigs, enough to last for two days. The effect is probably not inferior to eel meat , earned it."

   "Ian?"

   And just as Ian stepped forward, happily planning to buy the salmon, he heard a surprise shout: "Why are you here?"

  Ian's expression moved slightly. After adjusting his expression, he turned his head and saw a bronze-skinned, white-skinned fisherman striding towards him.

  The visitor was none other than Sainan who was the first to help them last night and took Ian and Hilliard to the new house.

  The dark-skinned fisherman seemed to be bragging about today's catch with his friends, but when he saw Ian, he came like the wind.

  He waved his hand and said in a friendly tone, "How about buying fish?"

   "Hello, Uncle Sai Nan."

  Ian nodded obediently, and then replied: "Yes, uncle is injured, I want to buy him a fish..."

   Before Ian finished speaking, Sai Nan waved his hand and interrupted proudly: "Which one do you want to buy? Treat it as a gift from me!"

Sai Nan is really in a good mood now - he took a risk last night, took the lead in rescuing Ian's family from the fire scene, and prevented the herb picker Brin from snatching the sleeping powder from Ian's hand... well, the latter was made by Elder Pude, But he also did a great job.

  All day today, the fishermen on the same boat praised him for his bravery, and after the invitation, they expressed their willingness to go out to sea with him in the future. After all, the team leader is reliable and loyal. This time, he has accomplished what he wanted to do but couldn't do in the past few years, and he has his own team.

  As for the fish... the port fish meat is already cheap, even the most ordinary sand diggers can eat a meal of fish every few days. As a senior fisherman who will soon have his own fishing boat, he can naturally afford it.

   "This... how dare you?"

  Ian took half a step back slightly, he was a little shy, and put his hand behind his back, as if he was tightening the copper coin in his palm. Half a second later, he raised his hand, showing several Finneys and a Bison in his palm: "I have money!"

   "Haha, you're really welcome." Glancing at the coin in Ian's hand, seeing that the white-haired boy was so sensible and well-behaved, Sai Nan naturally couldn't accept the money.

  He looked at the shy white-haired boy in front of him, and couldn't help feeling: "So sensible and obedient, if only my child could be like this..."

The tall fisherman stretched out his hand, pushed Ian's hand back, and said, "You're welcome, your house has been burned, and it's time to spend money, and your uncle seems to have changed his temper, and came over to thank us earlier, look We don’t need to worry about it when we come.”

  Sai Nan concluded: "At the end of the day, we are all of the same clan, go pick it out, and I'll give you a small bucket of seaweed."

   Soon, Ian got the salmon whose internal organs and scales had been processed, and a small bucket of seaweed.

Except for Sai Nan, most of the other Bai Zhimin fishermen were friendly and greeted Ian one by one, and Ian responded one by one pretending to be nervous and shy, which made them laugh out loud, and some of them even stretched out their hands to pinch Ian's cheeks. Face.

  They all know Ian’s father, and they still remember that Ian is quite smart, and he could easily calculate numbers that these rough people can’t understand at all two years ago

  —This kid will definitely be promising in the future.

   They believe it.

   This is the root of goodwill.

  Of course, Ian Chang is really likable enough.

   "This is unexpected."

  Walking out of the fish market, holding Baide's fish and seaweed in his hand, Ian nodded thoughtfully: "I can only say that good-looking... Maybe it's also a kind of spiritual power."

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