Early morning, Damarro Town Dock.
Chen Qi was at the town’s dock, having just bought a pepper minced at pie, then headed toward the Damarro Town dock.
At the dock, Burry, with dark eye circles, sharp features, and wearing dragon horn decorations, was holding a design blueprint, pacing back and forth with interest, muttering to himself:
“Hmm... not bad at all. Too bad it lacks sufficient defensive facilities. But for a dining ship, it’s already quite good. When designing it, should I focus more on distinctive aesthetics? Like designing a chef-symbolizing pig head at the bow?”
Burry’s blueprint was designed after discussion with Chen Qi.
As a sowhat eccentric designer, Burry always had wild, imaginative ideas.
As the ship’s user, Chen Qi only needed to enjoy Burry’s designs, but as a designer, Burry considered many things.
If Chen Qi hadn’t pressed him down firmly with dragon clan intelligence, Burry would have even wanted to design a super loudspeaker and a chef hat-shaped chimney for Chen Qi’s houseboat.
Plus an internal water spirit statue that would spray water like a fountain every ti soone tapped it with a stick!
Burry believed these would attract custors!
But from Chen Qi’s perspective, that would severely reduce the ship’s space.
In recent days, Chen Qi and Burry had beco quite familiar.
Chen Qi ignored Burry’s strange dragon horn decorations, took a bite of the pie, and excitedly asked:
“Burry, is it finished?”
Burry’s completion speed was even faster than Chen Qi expected!
Burry turned his head sideways, revealing his threaded steel teeth, and smiled confidently:
“Of course. I am a powerful chanic. My hands treat steel as an extension of myself. Plus, I have abundant supplies. What I do is just assembly. A houseboat is no big deal.”
Burry rolled up his sleeve, revealing his steel chanical Qilin arm!
This was a powerful weapon he had mastered after more than twenty years of silence!
A third-tier Hamr affinity professional chanic could already manufacture many highly destructive chanical weapons and had “chanical affinity,” allowing precise control of self-created machinery by will—a formidable third-tier profession.
Among third-tier chanics, Burry’s skills ranked among the best.
Chen Qi glanced at Burry.
Beneath that tall, thin exterior, Burry was at least thirty percent chanized.
Without chanical affinity, Chen Qi’s current physique couldn’t withstand such extensive modifications.
Chen Qi smiled:
“All right, let have a good look. I can’t wait any longer.”
Burry pinned his strange dragon tail behind his waist:
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you down.”
A trustworthy chanic... Chen Qi followed Burry up the gangway onto the deck.
His new ship was not large, mainly divided into two areas.
One was the living area, the other a spacious deck area, with the rarely entered engine room and warehouse below deck.
First, the deck: although internally reinforced with steel bars, to maintain overall aesthetic, the deck was painted with flesh-colored wood paint.
From appearance, the entire ship leaned toward a casual-style wooden ship.
The living area’s first thing to catch the eye was the dining area—the main part of the dining ship!
Following Chen Qi’s suggestion, the dining room did not have too many tables.
Only two long tables, a wine rack, and a reception counter for guests.
On the counter were so bartending tools.
On the ceiling was Burry’s sudden inspiration—a water spirit chandelier. Depending on the light color, the chandelier’s water spirits showed different expressions.
For example, (*>.
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