He walk over to the man with glasses, and said with ferocious expression, "Now, take to find those three people."
"Will there be any problems with the deputy captain?" The man with glasses didn’t want to face the deputy captain again; and he had almost scared him to death just now.
Burja Wimr frowned.
At a glance, the man with glasses knew he hadn’t asked the deputy captain.
So he quickly said, "Let’s just inform him; the signal is not good in the Monde Disaster Zone. It could be troubleso if there’s an ergency and we can’t contact him."
Burja Wimr gave him a glare, then went to find the deputy captain.
He ca out again in less than five minutes.
The deputy captain gave him five days.
If he couldn’t find the person within five days, he had to co back regardless of the circumstances.
Although the ti was a little bit short, Burja Wimr knew it was the maximum limit the deputy captain could offer to him, so he agreed.
Little did Amalia and the others know that the relative of the person they killed was on the way to seek revenge toward them.
Unknowingly, they had already ventured deep into the Monde Disaster Zone.
The surrounding spiritual energy beca increasingly stronger and denser.
In this area there is no longer mutated land creatures, but it was a deep-sea monsters.
The Deep-sea monsters were the most terrifying presence in the Disaster Zone.
However, despite their frightening appearance, almost seventy to eighty percent of their bodies were very valuable, especially their at which containing rich spiritual energy.
If the at of mutated creatures contained a spiritual energy value of one, then the at of deep-sea monsters was four to five tis more than them.
The selling price outside was also significantly different.
A pound of mutated creature at could be sold for a thousand, while a pound of deep-sea monster at could fetch up to fifty thousand or even ten thousand.
The price increased alongside with the risk.
After all, encountering deep-sea monsters required venturing deep into the Disaster Zone, and even they could et them killing them would be another matter.
The Carvanha was one such example.
Its teeth were different from ordinary fish—It was thin and long.
Anything preyed upon by it is rarely could escaped, making its teeth a good material for refining an artifact.
This was the first deep-sea monster encountered by Amalia and her team after entering the Disaster Zone.
It had evolved two small legs beneath its abdon, which allowing it to live on land as long as it didn’t stray too far from the water.
Facing it head-on was certainly not an option, so Amalia set a traps before hand, and luring the Carvanha to a location farther from the water.
Fish are afraid of fire, especially the fire from an Artificer.
The fire released by an Artificer has been undergoing hundreds of refinents, which was different from the flas used by spirit cultivators who mostly relying on artifact.
The Artificer’s fire are inherently possessed a threatening aura.
When the Carvanha realized sothing was wrong with the flas, it was already too late.
However, Amalia also relied on the power of auxiliary amulets and pseudo-spiritual artifact to finally break through the Carvanha’s defenses.
There wasn’t much edible at on the Carvanha, body, and the three of them managed to cut it down to just a skeleton.
They only obtained less than two hundred pounds of at, and it was the real weight lying in the skeleton.
Amalia cut off the Carvanha’s teeth and placed them into her Soltice Ring, she also storing so of the at as well.
On her wrist, she wore a black woven ring.
It was a storage item.
Due to her natural movents, no one had noticed that she had been using the Soltice Ring all along.
Ti inside the Soltice Ring was essentially stopped, so even if the raw at was stored for a year inside the ring, it wouldn’t be spoiled.
However, storage items were different; after a year, there would be so changes, and it wouldn’t be as fresh as when it was first stored.
"Amalia, the spiritual energy in this Carvanha’s at is really rich, even more so than the spiritual energy in the Disaster Zone." Javier Hermandez said while swallowed his own saliva.
He had heard that the at of deep-sea creatures was tender, and now it seed that statent was almost true.
"Yeah, Let’s rest for tonight. We’ll have grilled fish for dinner."
Amalia then turned her head to Lucia Lopes and said, "You keep watch around us."
Lucia Lopes seed a little bit absent-minded, it took a few seconds for her before she reacted, "Oh, okay."
Amalia didn’t pay too much attention to her and took advantage of the sun still not completely setting to start a fire for grilling the fish.
Once the night fell, starting a fire would only attract so peculiar creatures.
"Amalia, do you think Lucia is still thinking about her brother?" Javier Hermandez asked while staring at the grilling fish, and swallowing hiw own saliva.
Last ti, he happened to be packing his things and didn’t hear their conversation, so he didn’t know if Lucia Lopes had obtained any information from the rcenary.
In fact, Lucia Lopes’s luck wasn’t that good either; the other party didn’t know anything.
"It’s been so long without any news about his brother; and we don’t know anything about his current situation." Javier Hermandez sighed with emotion.
"Just enjoy your grilled fish in peace," Amalia said as she stuffed a piece of grilled fish into his mouth.
Although Javier Hermandez was eager to eat the fish, he still ended up burning his mouth.
If it weren’t for this Disaster Zone experience, he wouldn’t have known that Amalia had such superb skill in grilling fish.
It was even better than the best grilled fish in the restaurant he had ever been to before.
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