"Okay." Powell did not insist, "Is it resolved below?"
Chris nodded and confirmed: "Well, after I killed the tiger sturgeon king, the remaining small fish were so scared that they ran away."
Powell said solemnly: "That's good, I owe you a favor this time."
Chris was a little surprised, knowing that the person in front of him was not only a ninth-level low-level powerhouse, but also the deputy leader of the Holy Knights.
It can make him owe a debt of gratitude, which will also be a great help to the Blazing Dragon Kingdom in the future.
If this favor were placed on the magical continent, I don't know how many kings would go crazy for it.
Chris was secretly happy in his heart, but he still said: "It's nothing, it's just a little effort. After all, I am also on the boat. If the boat is overturned by these damn monsters, will there be no way to go to Crescent Island?"
"No matter what, I still want to thank you this time." Powell said softly, "Thank you for your hard work. Go back and rest first. I'll let them clean up the battlefield."
"Okay." Chris agreed directly without being polite.
After that, he glanced around, found the warship he was on, and flew over.
Those seventh-level knights became busy. They wanted to take out all the magic cores. This was the most valuable thing in the monster.
Not only that, but the intact tiger sturgeons must also be moved onto the boat and kept as spare food.
This is an excellent umami flavor that you won’t be able to eat in most cases.
A group of tiger spotted sturgeons can cause so much trouble to the Radiance Mission, let alone an ordinary fishing boat. If they encounter it, they will die.
Therefore, the meat of this kind of monster is rarely available in the market, and it is of the priceless kind.
The holy knights worked until late at night and finally finished the work at hand.
The ship then set sail again, and the waters behind it will remain red for the next few days.
In this water battle, the Glory Mission lost a total of six ships.
Originally there were twenty ships, so there was some slack.
But now that it has lost nearly one-third, Powell can only put the extra people on other ships, and it suddenly becomes very crowded.
The ship on which Team 15 was located was tainted by Chris, and Powell did not add a single person to the ship.
In other warships, two or three people even had to squeeze into one bed.
At night, Chris was lying on the bed.
The hull of the boat undulated slightly, as if it was lying in a cradle.
"Dong dong dong." At this time, there was a knock on the door outside.
Joelman quickly stood up and opened the door: "Captain!"
Jeffrey walked in and came to Chris' bed.
"Is something wrong?" Chris raised his eyelids and asked.
"Here, this is what the deputy captain asked me to bring to you." As he said that, Jeffrey touched the space ring and took out a sack, which was stuffed bulgingly.
Chris opened it and checked, and found that the sack was filled with azure blue crystals as big as apples. One of them was as big as a cantaloupe, filled with thick water elements.
Jeffrey explained: "These are all the magic cores of the tiger sturgeons you killed, not a single one is missing."
"Okay." Chris put it away happily. There were more than twenty magic cores inside, and their value was immeasurable.
On the mainland, it would be difficult to have so many high-level monsters in groups.
Jeffrey sat on the edge of the bed and asked curiously: "Tell me, how did you kill the king of so many tiger-spotted sturgeons in front of them? Even the deputy leader couldn't help but ask.
You can’t do it in the water.”
Hearing him ask this, the other three people in the room also pricked up their ears and listened carefully.
Chris raised his eyebrows: "Want to know?"
Jeffrey's eyes were bright: "Of course I want to!"
"I won't tell you."
"Tsk, cheapskate!" Jeffrey angrily left.
After he left, Chris lay back on the bed and closed his eyes to sleep.
It's a pity that there are other people in the room, otherwise Reimu would be released to sleep with him.
………
The fleet of the Glory Mission sailed smoothly in the river for two days, and finally successfully entered the East China Sea on the morning of the third day.
The endless blue sea gives people a feeling of purity.
The sea surface is quite smooth, leaving layers of ripples behind after ships pass by.
Countless seagulls spread their wings and flew behind the fleet.
Chris moved a chair and put it on the deck, sunbathing comfortably.
Frankly speaking, the two-day voyage was a bit boring.
And such a life requires staying in the sea for three days.
There is no way, the sailing speed is too slow.
After seeing Chris's strength, both the Holy Knights and the sailors respected him very much, even more than Jeffrey, who had a higher position.
"Elita, what are you having for lunch today?" Chris turned over and asked.
Chris rubbed his temples and was speechless for a while.
He had been eating tiger-spotted sturgeon for two days in a row, and he was really tired of it.
No matter how delicious something is, everyone will get tired of it.
Chris stood up, stretched his muscles and made a "clucking" sound.
He planned to make lunch by himself today.
Chris looked at the seagulls behind the boat and licked his lips.
Speaking of which, he has never eaten this stuff in his two lifetimes.
Chris suddenly jumped on his feet, jumped into the air, grabbed a seagull in each hand, pressed his thumb lightly, and broke their necks.
Then he landed back on the boat.
Carrying the unfortunate seagull, Chris walked into the galley in the middle of the ship.
"Sir, why are you here?" The chef who was cooking was startled.
Chris interrupted: "Stop talking nonsense, is there hot water?"
"Yes, yes, here." The chef said quickly.
Chris took the pot of hot water, poured it into the iron basin for washing vegetables, and then threw the two seagulls into it.
After soaking for a while, he also used magic flame to heat it.
Then, Chris started plucking the hair.
The chef didn't dare to let this adult do it himself, so he hurried over to help.
"No, you can just do your own thing." Chris was embarrassed to delay other people's lunch. Besides, he could finish this little thing by himself.
The chef retracted his hand in embarrassment, and at the same time he was a little curious, could such a high-ranking man really do this?
The answer was unexpected. The young man in front of him was so skillful that if he didn't know the other person's identity, the chef would have even doubted whether he was his colleague.
Since the adults said this, the chef couldn't do much and turned back to cooking for other people on the ship.
After plucking the seagull's feathers, Chris picked up the kitchen knife next to it and disembowelled it, taking out various internal organs.
Then, Chris found a wooden stick to string them together and came to the disabled stove.