??36: Chapter 34 Good Intentions
36: Chapter 34 Good Intentions
“A bag of Sleep Powder is worth about a hundred Talle, and after dealing with Ossenna and the Indigenous Priest, I’ve used up a third, leaving more than half.”
“And the Demon Beast Level materials I sold at the fish market were also taken at a price of a hundred or two hundred Talle, it seems that the price for a whole set of blue materials is at this level.”
Rembering the direction and approximate shape of the Blue Mist, Ian closed the Foresight View with satisfaction, “Although I don’t know if I can pick it up, but if I do, I’ll have made at least a hundred Talle.”
“If nothing else works, taking a few thick white fish back wouldn’t be too bad.”
Now, Ian still hadn’t planned to show off his Spirit Energy.
Though revealing his talent could catch the attention of the Elders and even the local Nobles, he felt it required a good opportunity to ensure he could benefit from it.
After all, Terra Continent wasn’t Earth; it’s always right to be cautious and keep a low profile.
Of course, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to be discovered either.
There were three Blue Mists in total.
The first was located in a shop belonging to the Silver Scale Fleet, a comparatively powerful force within Harrison Port, capable of dealing with weaker Magical Beasts and venturing to the distant seas to catch rare fish.
They were also the main supplier of a Harrison Port specialty, the largest fleet delivering the ‘Odell Eel.’
At just a glance, Ian had found his target.
It was a freshly slaughtered eel, its white, tender flesh resembling gelatin, yet in reality, quite firm.
It was frozen within a massive block of ice, waiting for passing buyers to take it away.
The Odell Eel is quite ferocious and large, making it difficult to keep alive onshore unless a custor orders it in advance; otherwise, the eel at is frozen and sold after slaughtering.
The mont he saw the eel, Ian’s body instinctively reacted with hunger, despite the fish market’s fishy sll surrounding him, his appetite still surged from deep within.
For a mont, he subconsciously wanted to approach in that direction and started swallowing saliva instinctively.
—In the Foresight View, the midsection of the eel’s spine radiated an intensely rich blue light, just by seeing it, Ian knew that if he ate it, his bones would undergo a trendous enhancent, gaining flexibility beyond a normal person’s imagination!
But Ian didn’t actually take a step.
He quickly returned to normal, lowered his head, and hid the brief lapse in composure he’d just had.
“That was close…” Letting out a breath, the boy lifted his head, still a little shaken, “I didn’t expect such a strong reaction — that eel would definitely be greatly beneficial to the body if eaten.”
What Ian lacked now was nutrients.
If he had enough nutrients to properly nourish his body, then with his familiarity with Virtual Organs, he probably wouldn’t need a week to accumulate Origin Quality and condense a true Primordial Seed.
For ordinary people, consuming high-energy food leads to nutritional surplus and even gaining weight.
But for a Sublimator with a Primordial Seed or a Virtual Primordial Seed, most of the nutrients would be refined into pure Origin Quality, used to support the transformation of Sublimation Organs later on.
And those foods that already contain a portion of Origin Quality can only be partly absorbed by ordinary people; they might even suffer indigestion.
Only Sublimators can fully absorb the food’s Origin Quality.
So, even if ordinary people are lucky enough to obtain Blue-grade Origin Quality food, they might not gain much benefit from it and could even experience diarrhea and stomach pain, thinking it’s due to the food being not fresh and causing digestive issues.
The eel in front of him undoubtedly contained so Primordial Essence.
“I’ll make a note of it; buying an eel with my current status would be a bit strange.”
A pound of eel at for three Sanbisen, the pay for a fortnight for a crewman on the lower decks, a genuine luxury.
Who would buy such a thing unless they had so savings at ho?
Ian morized the location and then turned to look at the other Blue Mists.
The second Blue Mist was in a shop belonging to the Red Hook Fleet, a Distant Seas Fleet whose strength was no less than Silver Scale’s.
It was a tuna that had just been bled and was in the process of freezing.
About two ters long, it was being soaked in a stone trough as big as a small boat.
Next to the trough, a fisherman took out a bottle of pale blue liquid potion from a box.
He cautiously dropped a single drop into the trough—a mont later, accompanied by visible white vapor rising, a blast of hot air hit them, followed by coldness.
Accompanied by quite a bright pale blue flash, all the water in the trough, including the tuna, was completely frozen, turning into a solid block of ice that looked as clear as glass.
On the other side, several crewn skillfully flipped the trough, excavating this large chunk of ice from it, then placing it in a glass freezer nearby for display.
“What is this…?”
With wide eyes, fixated on this scene, Ian stared straight at the trough and the potion, his mouth slightly agape and even suppressing the urge to activate his Foresight View to see the color of that potion.
It was his first encounter with a genuine ‘magic’ mont in Terra World!
But looking at the expressions of the fishern and sailors around him, it seed quite normal to everyone; nobody thought it was strange.
Ian looked toward the fishern, who had put back the barely used potion bottle back into the box, faintly hearing him mutter, “Only three Frost Condensing Potions left, if the Platinum Iridium Workshop’s caravan doesn’t co by before October, what should we do…”
“Is it an Alchemical Potion?
It must be related to Sublimators.”
Ian pondered.
He committed ‘Frost Condensing Potion’ and ‘Platinum Iridium Workshop’ to mory, then turned his head to look at the tuna.
This tuna’s whole body shimred with a pale grey tallic luster, and its eyes even faintly glowed eerily, visible even at dusk under the Algae Oil Lamp’s illumination, looking quite extraordinary and even more appetizing to Ian than the previous eel.
—In the Foresight View, the blue mist converged on several spots on the skin and the parts of the brain connected to the eyes; if eaten, the skin would beco extrely tough, and even a part of the ability to manipulate water flows would be gained.
This was a Sublimation material far more useful than the previous eels and could even be said to barely qualify as “Magical dicine Ingredients,” as described by Teacher Hiliad!
But Ian did not hesitate to turn around and leave—for the tuna was priced directly at “twenty Talle.”
Clearly, the fleet had also realized the exceptionality of this tuna; he simply could not afford it.
Although by Ian’s estimation, this tuna, being a rare material, was worth more than twenty—even two hundred and twenty—Talle, and would be a steal if one could find it.
But aside from trading caravans, no one would buy it, and for him to fork out twenty Talle for it was even more preposterous.
The last blue mist was located among the spread-out stalls of the White Chamber Fleet.
The White Chamber Fleet belonged to the White Folks and was a coastal fleet, operating three oyster and shellfish farms along the shoreline, with no particular competition from other fleets.
The true form of the blue mist was an ordinary salmon, a migratory fish that could be found everywhere in Harrison Port.
Next to it, the upper reaches of the Ivoke River were the gathering points for the salmon’s migration.
It wasn’t the season yet, but every few years at the end of autumn, an uncountable number of salmon would follow the turbulent Ivoke River all the way to the ‘Snowscape’ in the middle of the Bison Mountain Range.
The year-round freezing environnt there was precisely to the salmon’s liking.
This salmon was of quite decent quality, weighing roughly twelve pounds, plump and rich in fat, it looked exceptionally delicious.
Its scales even faintly revealed a hint of blue shimr, which would go unnoticed unless looked at closely.
“Let
see…
hmm, no other special effects?”
Ian activated his Foresight View again, confirming that the blue mist on this salmon was slightly inferior to that of the eels and tuna, but it was dispersed throughout the flesh of the entire fish.
“The effect is that it’s easy to digest, nourishes the body, and unlike other strengthening effects, this salmon seems to lean more towards healing and recuperation.”
“I feel that if I were to eat it, the various minor injuries and accumulated damage in my body would all be alleviated!”
He perked up, “This is exactly the ingredient I need right now!”
Isolated enhancent could not bring much strength, just as Teacher Hiliad said, the real Path of Sublimation required proceeding slowly in accordance with the inheritance of the Bloodline True Form.
Indiscriminate consumption would just lead to a hodgepodge.
In this case, what was most precious was this salmon that had no particular attribute inclination but simply contained Primordial Essence.
Having made up his mind, Ian even began to calculate the price, preparing to make a purchase: “Just two pennies per pound…
such a big piece, roughly two Bison and four pennies, enough for two days.
The effect is probably not inferior to eel at, what a bargain.”
“Ian?”
Just as Ian stepped forward, eagerly planning to buy the salmon, he heard a surprised shout, “What brings you here?”
With a slight change of expression and after adjusting his deanor, Ian turned around to see a bronze-skinned White Folk fisherman striding towards him.
The person approaching was none other than Senan, the first to co to their aid last night, leading him and Teacher Hiliad to their new ho.
The dark-skinned fisherman seed to have been boasting to friends about the day’s catch and ca over like the wind upon seeing Ian.
He waved, with an air of familiarity, “Buying fish?”
“Hello, Uncle Senan.”
Ian nodded obediently, then replied, “Yes, my uncle is injured, I want to buy him a fish…”
Senan waved his hand, interrupting with a generous gesture before Ian could finish, “Which one do you want to buy?
Consider it a gift from !”
Senan was indeed in a very good mood now—he had risked his life last night to be the first to rescue Ian’s family from the fire scene, and he also stopped the herb-picker Brin from snatching the Sleep Powder from Ian…
okay, the latter was done by Elder Prude, but he certainly played a significant role.
All day today, fellow fishern praised his bravery and indicated their willingness to go out to sea with him in the future.
After all, it’s not bad to have a reliable and bold team leader.
With this, he accomplished what he had been unable to do for the past few years, gathering his crew.
As for the fish…
fish were cheap at the port, and even the most ordinary sand digger could afford a al of fish every few days.
As a senior fisherman about to have his own fishing boat, he could certainly afford to give it away.
“How could I accept this?”
Ian took a half step back, a bit bashful, hiding his hands behind his back as if clutching the coins.
After half a second, he raised his hand, showing the few pennies and a Bison in his palm: “I brought money!”
“Haha, really, no need to be so polite.” After glancing at the coins in Ian’s hand and seeing the white-haired boy’s sensible and well-behaved manner, Senan naturally wouldn’t accept the money.
He eyed the seemingly shy white-haired boy in front of him and couldn’t help but reflect, “So well-behaved and obedient, if only my kids could be like this…”
The tall fisherman pushed Ian’s hand back, “Don’t be shy, your ho just burned down, and this is when you need money.
Your uncle seems to have changed for the better too; he even ca over to thank us earlier, so it looks like we don’t need to worry about him anymore.”
Senan concluded, “In the end, we’re all from the sa people.
Go pick one, I’ll also give you a small bucket of seaweed.”
Soon, Ian got the salmon, whose innards and scales had been cleaned, and a small bucket of seaweed.
Apart from Senan, the other White Folks fishern were mostly friendly, each greeting Ian, while he pretended to be nervous and shy in his responses, causing them to laugh heartily, with a few even reaching out to pinch his face.
They all knew Ian’s father and still rembered Ian as being quite smart; two years ago, he could easily calculate the numbers these simple n couldn’t figure out—
—This lad was sure to make sothing of himself.
They believed that.
That was the root of their goodwill.
Of course, Ian’s appearance also played a part in winning them over.
“This is an unexpected turn.”
Walking out of the fish market with the fish and seaweed he received, Ian nodded thoughtfully, “Can only say, being good-looking…
might also count as a kind of Spirit Energy.”
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