I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

Central area of Saint-Teres Port.

A man who looks just over thirty is sitting there resting.

His hair is mostly black, with a striking white patch in the middle.

His appearance is gentle, with a slightly scruffy beard that gives a sense of desolation, yet his eyes remain sharp, as if viewing from afar like a wolf.

Lone Wolf.

His seat is perfectly positioned to see the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window belonging to Saint-Teres Port.

From the crack of dawn, watching the increasing boats along the path.

He watches every day,

Each day observing something different.

Only today, things seem particularly different.

"Lord Chen Yuan, we just sent the patrol boat to inquire about the situation."

"The reason is two small shops on the canal opened, causing a huge business, leading to congestion in that direction. Our people are helping to divert."

Canal shops opening throughout Saint-Teres Port triggering blockages is not unheard of.

However, such an eerie level of congestion is indeed a first.

Chen Yuan remains silent for a moment and asks, "What kind of business?"

"Dining, uh... and a pharmacy."

"Dining? Pharmacy?" Chen Yuan repeats the terms, his tone showing a hint of surprise.

Neither are uncommon industries; in Saint-Teres Port, the number of dining and pharmacy shops, if not thousands, then at least hundreds.

Even they themselves operate at least ten pharmacies and twenty dining establishments.

Are these people lining up, having never eaten, or having never taken medicine?

"Ahem." The subordinate catches Chen Yuan’s confusion, coughing lightly twice, then mysteriously retrieves a small bottle.

"Lord Chen Yuan, the restaurant reportedly tastes excellent, using authentic ingredients, perfectly seasoned, making it irresistible. Above all, the price is affordable, fair to all."

"As for that pharmacy, now that’s worth talking about. The pharmacy’s booming business is all because of this!"

The subordinate leveraged Saint-Teres Port’s patrol boat privilege to purchase a bottle of blue pills.

He subtly leans over, whispering to Chen Yuan about the effects of the small blue pill.

"Absurd!" Chen Yuan suddenly raises his voice, "Would I need such a thing?!"

"Of course not, you wouldn’t, of course not." The subordinate promptly repeats, then plans to put the small bottle away.

Finally getting something beneficial through job privilege, he personally plans to try out the effect.

Hehehe.

Before he could touch the small bottle, a hand suddenly presses down on it.

"Ahem." Chen Yuan clears his throat, "I plan to have our pharmacist test the ingredients in this bottle to prevent the addition of any addictive, dangerous substances."

That’s why you can’t have it, not for any other reason.

Chen Yuan intends to convey this message.

Upon hearing this, the subordinate’s face instantly drops.

Returning to the main topic.

The subordinate continues reporting: "By the way, Lord, there’s another matter to report to you."

"Yesterday, the recycling center received a warship."

Saint-Teres Port averages over a hundred warships a day, which isn’t noteworthy to report.

Unless... there’s an issue with the ship itself.

With this thought, Chen Yuan quietly pockets the small bottle from the desk and sits up straight.

"It’s a warship under the East King, specifically the Thirteenth Court’s flag, ’Hunting Halberd Whale’!"

"Under the East King, the Thirteenth Court, ’Hunting Halberd Whale’?" Chen Yuan’s eyes slightly narrow upon hearing this.

"Seems we’ve met a new interesting friend at Saint-Teres Port."

"Hunting Halberd Whale" is renowned for its boarding combat prowess, boasting impressive results in the Central Sea Area.

Plus, its mastery of Phantom evasion is nearly perfected, almost immune to enemy fire.

Chen Yuan suddenly feels curious to know how the opponent achieved this.

Did they win the boarding combat?

It seems too far-fetched; on Water Planet, adventurers’ abilities are all conferred to their main vessel, leaving little room for melee combat.

This is the strength of native NPCs in boarding combat!

The subordinate’s next words pull him back to reality from his thoughts.

"Because it involves one of the Three Kings, the East King, we conducted a covert investigation only to find..."

"The ones selling ’Hunting Halberd Whale’ and opening ’Miracle Recovery’ and ’Feast of Gluttony’ shops are the same group!"

This gets even more interesting.

With this realization, Chen Yuan stands up from his seat.

"Get my ship ready. I want to go and see."

...

"Youwei, is the customer’s No. 2 egg fried rice ready?"

"Almost there!"

"Xiao Zao, the kitchen is out of side dishes, quickly cut some more."

"No problem!"

"Xiao Jin, with Nuannuan, go to ’Gray Sparrow’ and bring down some ingredients, the store’s stocks are running low. Also, get some medicinal materials Lingzhen needs."

"Alright!" ×2

"Lingling, over thirty food orders need packing, keep going."

"Got it!"

"Lingzhen... never mind, she must be quite occupied now."

Who would’ve thought that today’s business would be so booming?

Both "Feast of Gluttony" and "Miracle Recovery" are absolutely packed.

Unfortunately, Big Golden Fur and the Unparalleled Cannon Princesses can’t help.

For the first time, Han Zhan feels the shortage of manpower on "Gray Sparrow."

Efforts are rewarded.

Under such booming conditions, the income of the two canal shops rockets up rapidly.

The "Feast of Gluttony" restaurant’s food profits range from 10-50 water coins, with daily net earnings of 30,000 water coins!

The "Miracle Recovery" shop is even more exaggerated, the "Proud Slime Mushroom" materials are cheap, just a little, paired with Li Lingzhen’s talent, can produce trait-rich blue pills.

Each bottle yields a profit of 200 water coins, a total gold mine!

Thus, "Miracle Recovery" daily net earnings are a solid 60,000 water coins, and still growing.

"Seems like the Male comrades on Water Planet have long suffered in silence."

"With such explosive purchasing power, am I expecting some odd banner, like ’Male Specialist’, ’Male Blessing’..."

Banner or not, who knows.

All that’s certain is that tonight Saint-Teres Port won’t be quiet, and it’ll become even louder than yesterday.

With this thought, Han Zhan lightly coughs twice, pulling back his thoughts.

Just then, the light at the entrance suddenly dims.

A man about 1.8-meter tall, with a well-proportioned and slender body, walks in from outside.

He has an eye-catching tuft of white hair at his forehead.

As he steps into the shop, Han Zhan senses the surrounding clamor seems to quiet down briefly.