Chapter 774 - 134: Difficulties and Obstacles
Buying a boat?
So it wasn’t included in the newbie gift package, it doesn’t come with a boat?
Upon hearing this, Han Zhan and the others exchanged glances.
Han Zhan instinctively looked up at the symbols above the person’s head.
"Fishman Traitor - Frankie, Level 40"
Indeed, he was the kind of fishman Punk had described, except that the scales on his body had a black iron sheen, and the high concentration of moisture in the air kept his body in good condition.
It was a completely different environment from the arid desert on Yongsha Star.
However, there was something else that caught Han Zhan’s attention.
The Seafarer Fan Pique they’d seen earlier had a green name.
But this Fishman Traitor Frankie’s name was yellow.
A traitor, huh... Han Zhan pondered before speaking: "Yes, we want to buy a boat."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the Fishman Traitor Frankie narrowed his eyes.
"Are you Humanoid Race or Human Race?"
As he said this, Han Zhan noticed that Frankie’s name began to shift from yellow to a shade of red.
Green is friendly neutral, yellow is dislike, red... should be hostile.
"Frankie, there’s more adventurers arriving, I’ll leave them to you."
Suddenly, Fan Pique’s voice came from behind. He had somehow slipped back to his small wooden boat.
After saying this, he paddled away vigorously into the distant sea with eight oars.
Upon hearing Fan Pique’s voice, Frankie seemed to snap back to reality. The red on top of his head faded back to yellow.
"Doesn’t matter, whether you’re Humanoid Race or Human Race, it makes no difference here."
"Move on, don’t just stand there, hurry up and buy a boat from me, then get out of here, as far away as possible!"
From his tone and his earlier reaction, it was obvious he hated humans.
This added a gloom to the path ahead for Han Zhan.
"Let’s go buy a boat first."
Han Zhan used his gaze to stop the hot-tempered Gongyang Jin, speaking up.
He hadn’t forgotten the information he gathered from Fan Pique.
A boat was key to their survival.
They had to secure a boat first.
Moreover, although they had high levels, they couldn’t utilize their talents properly, making it hard to predict the outcome in a real conflict.
With this in mind, Han Zhan suppressed his emotions and followed the Fishman Traitor ahead.
Yilamut Port was even larger than they had imagined.
But the entire port was built on the sea level, with waves often crashing onto the wooden paths, making them slippery.
Beside them was the deep dark sea; a wrong step could lead to unpredictable perils.
So, they moved cautiously, but the Fishman Traitor in front showed no intention of slowing down, as if hoping they’d be swept away by the waves.
Han Zhan and the Contracted Spirit Girls didn’t look particularly pleased.
To buy a boat, they had to endure it for now.
The further they walked into the port, the stranger the species they encountered.
Han Zhan saw a giant starfish over two meters tall, its skin covered in countless spiky granules, slowly wriggling. Its eyes and mouth were in the center, looking squashed together, bizarre and abstract.
He also saw an octopus similar to the Seafarer Fan Pique. Each of its tentacles coiled around a different colored mineral, with large seaweeds from the ocean floor attached.
Of course, there were even more fishmen, with fish heads and human bodies.
The number and proportion of fishmen Han Zhan saw suggested that renaming Yilamut Port to Fishman Pier wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
These alien species, like Fishman Traitor Frankie, showed the same cold disdain toward them, without exception.
Among them, there were also hints of red, though none came forward to cause trouble immediately.
"Frankie, why did you bring some disgusting folks in? Yilamut Port doesn’t welcome them!"
"Frankie, why are you even dealing with Humanoid Race? They should die on the Water Planet, die in this sea!"
"Such a disgusting race, I’ll sink their boat the moment they buy it!"
The last speaker was a one-eyed fishman dressed like a pirate, holding two gleaming blades, glaring menacingly at Han Zhan and his team.
Above his head was a string of bright red letters:
"’Nightwalker’ - Sailor, Fox, Level 70"
"Nightwalker," the ship’s name, and this hostile fishman Fox was one of its sailors.
"What are you looking at, boy?"
"I’ll dig out your eyes and string them into a necklace!"
"Hahaha!"
Hearing Fox’s crude and violent threats, the other aliens around burst into laughter.
The laughter was filled with schadenfreude and ridicule.
Han Zhan’s group, enduring the malicious glances, sneers, and curses, trudged along.
It was then that the Fishman Traitor finally stopped in front,
"Alright, we’re here."
He pointed to a large wooden ship docked at the port that Han Zhan had spotted earlier.
"Which one do you intend to buy?"
"Hurry up and decide, my time is limited."
"This one, how much is it?" Han Zhan pointed to the large wooden ship beside him.
"A thousand water coins." The Fishman Traitor sneered coldly.
Upon hearing his response, Han Zhan raised an eyebrow.
Li Lingzhen, behind him, indignantly exclaimed: "How is that possible? The price tag behind you clearly says ten water coins! I saw it!"
A price of ten water coins suited their newbie adventurer status.
This was the proper price for a boat.
Yet this Fishman Traitor had inflated it a hundredfold!
Though Li Lingzhen had exposed him, the Fishman Traitor wasn’t embarrassed. He chuckled, turned around, and added two zeros to the price tag.
"Now, it’s priced at a thousand water coins, any objections?"
"Can’t afford it? Then get lost!"
"Or you can choose not to buy it. At night, the tide will rise at least a hundred meters higher than during the day. You have three hours to decide."
The night tide would flood this place?
Was this why the Fishman Traitor was so fearless?
Based on what he said, Han Zhan became even more certain:
These aquatic species were supposed to live in the sea, yet they preferred staying at the port. There was definitely something wrong with that dark sea!
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
A mighty dragon can’t suppress a local serpent. Han Zhan had no choice but to point to a smaller medium-sized wooden warship.
"What about this one?"
"A hundred water coins, no trickery." Fishman Traitor Frankie, seeing Han Zhan relent, grinned smugly.