Today's Polepan Port is shrouded in the same sea fog that is neither thick nor light as yesterday. Even though the sun has climbed to a height close to noon, the visibility in the air is still less than 100 meters. Even if you look up at the sky, it is extremely hazy.

The sun cannot be said to be very dazzling, like an overtime worker who is half-dead and panting, waiting for the sunset and dusk to arrive.

Eric walked through the slightly muddy road in front of the hotel, not paying attention to the mottled mud splattered on his old boots. He was wearing a faded navy blue overalls and a linen shirt, which made him look like he was living a life in this neighborhood.

The faces of all the young people seem to be carved out of the same mold, so ordinary that they are easily forgotten.

This set of clothes and the only other change of clothes he currently has are both second-hand goods that he picked up from a nearby sewing shop. They cost a total of about 10 livres of silver, which converted into Rune currency is about 1

Sole 4p.

Speaking of which, although the locals of the Oradec Islands often speak ill of Intis, what they actually use most here is the national currency system that Intis popularized in this area in the past.

It is a complex system composed of currencies such as copper dinars, silver livres, silver thalers and ferkin.

Eric originally thought that Loen's currency conversion was annoying enough. He still remembered that he complained to old Steve more than once, what kind of person could design "1 penny equals 1 suler, 0

"Suler is equal to 1 gold pound" is a stupid currency system, and Old Steve's answer to this was a shrug and a term well known to Loen people - curly baboon.

As a result, when he arrived at Polepan Port and came into contact with the currency conversion rules of Intis, Eric realized that the stupidest curly baboon financial officer should be working in Intis.

It took him three full days to finally figure out this currency system that goes against human math intuition. He learned that 1 fil of gold can be exchanged for 4 thalers of silver, 1 thaler of silver can be exchanged for 6 livres of silver, and 1 livres of silver can be exchanged.

Can be exchanged for 0 dinar copper.

A livre of silver was roughly equivalent to one and one-half pence in Loen, so Eric could easily—but not that easily—calculate the purchasing power of Felkin: even this

The most valuable currency in the Intis monetary system is far less popular than the Rune Gold Pound. It often requires 7 Firkin to be equivalent to a 1 Gold Pound denomination note.

However, in Polepan Port, daily expenses usually do not require gold pounds, which are regarded as "large currency" by the locals. What's more, when he was washed ashore by the waves, the only possessions he had left was a dock worker's outfit that was soaked by the sea water.

, and the silver-plated lighter that he always holds tightly in his hand. Just by looking at him, you can tell that he is a pauper who is insulated from gold pounds.

Although he often regretted the deposit in his bank account that he would never have the chance to withdraw, when he thought about it carefully, Eric found that he did not choose to save for a specific goal, nor was he particularly eager to have it.

It's just that I haven't thought about how to use the money yet.

He has never thought about what to do in the future, and he has no idea what he wants to do. Being homeless until now, coming to this foreign island that is more than ten thousand meters away from his hometown, may be the price he should pay for being confused and confused until now.

He didn't even feel any regret.

Regardless of whether sensibility and rationality are numb, life continues, and he does not intend to stop easily.

While thinking endlessly, Eric walked through two simple and backward rammed earth roads, walked into an alley hung with bed sheets and laundry pants, and then walked around a few times in this intricate and maze-like crowded residential area.

After turning a corner, the destination is already in sight.

He stopped outside a decent-looking store and looked up at the store sign on the outer wall out of habit. Before he spoke or made any other move, someone in the store was the first to see him.

figure.

A young waiter with a wet towel on his shoulder walked outside the door and greeted him warmly:

"Mr. Ken, I haven't seen you for a few days. You just came back from going to sea? How was your harvest?"

Ken Helund, the former punisher of Tingen City in the Kingdom of Loen, came to the Oradek Islands in the far west of the Northern Continent and gave himself such a pseudonym to facilitate his actions.

"Well, not bad."

Eric nodded slightly as he answered, and glanced towards the inside of the blacksmith shop.

The young man would not miss his obvious attitude and asked clearly:

"Come today, are you still looking for Boss Said as before?"

"Isn't Seid over here yet? It's almost noon." Eric raised his head and looked at the sky, not hiding the doubtful look on his face.

"I haven't seen him today. If you are in a hurry to find him now, you can go directly to the boss's house and have a look." The young man replied.

Eric nodded, said a brief goodbye to him, and started walking to the other end of the street.

The young blacksmith shop boy just now is called Matus. He is one of the apprentices who honed his smelting skills with the boss and forger Said Sareka. He almost lives and eats with the Sareka family.

Someone very close to Seid.

However, in addition to this level of "good citizen" status, Mattes also belongs to a local gang called the "Screw Clamp Gang" and is considered one of the top members who is better at fighting. Naturally, Said Sarekah

He is the de facto leader of the "Screw Clamp Gang" and can bear the title of boss called by the former.

Although Eric felt helpless at the current situation of the large and small gangs entrenched in Polepang Port, and had never considered joining them in this dispute over territory, he remembered the famous saying of Emperor Russell,

"When the water is too clean, fish cannot survive."

If there is such a place where people must stay together to stay warm in order to find a living space, then an outsider like him who does not understand the situation has no right to accuse this practice of forming gangs as wrong.

What's more, there are fundamental differences between extraordinary people and ordinary people.

Although the changes brought by the "Sailor" potion to Eric are limited to his body, it can still shape him into a ruthless character who is far beyond the level of ordinary people without using firearms.

Therefore, when Eric solved a difficult problem for Syd, the leader of the "Screw Clamp Gang", and then helped several gang members to fight off the gangsters sent by the hostile forces to disturb the order of the store, he gained the "Screw Clamp Gang"

"The respect of more than a dozen members also received a friendly invitation from Said - "Ken, would you like to consider joining our big family of mutual help?"

Eric, who had been observing the "Screw Clamp Gang" for some time at that time, knew clearly that this so-called gang was actually just a mutual aid association composed of a group of kind-hearted ordinary islanders, and was essentially different from the people in the community living associations in Tingen City.

There is not much difference, it is just that we live in the more turbulent Polepan Port and in the Gullah neighborhood where the security is even worse.

He thought about it at that time and did not reject the gang leader's proposal immediately. Instead, he made a request.

He truthfully stated his belief in the Daughter of the Deep Sea, and hoped that Said could make him a wooden statue dedicated to the gods. He also stated that he would only interact with people who were also believers of the Daughter of the Deep Sea, hinting at his intention to preach in disguise.

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To Eric's surprise, Seid, a Storm believer, did not reject him directly, but instead asked a question in a serious manner:

"When you calmed down my father earlier, did you pray to the 'Daughter of the Deep Sea'?"

Eric was stunned for a moment, then readily admitted:

"Yes. Including the burial at sea that will be held later, everything comes from the will of the daughter of the deep sea."

——The difficult problem he solved for the gang leader was related to what the two discussed at that time.

Ever since he was born, Said has been burdened with a curse, a curse from his father, grandfather, and maybe even more distant blood relatives.

If they find that their father's body has grown scales, his behavior has become strange, he is often thirsty for water, and his eyes are increasingly dull, then the children of the Sareka family will kill their blood relatives in time, or coax the other person to drink poison, or kill him.

He was locked in the basement for ten and a half months until the sound inside completely disappeared...bearing the sin of killing his own relatives.

Nowadays, Seid can no longer ignore his father's body odor that is gradually becoming unpleasant. He is worried about his father's mental state that is sometimes sober and sometimes crazy. However, he suffers from the cruel curse and has not made the decision to take action.

Of course, with his knowledge as a former punisher, Eric had already guessed what was going on from the moment he listened to Seid's request and the "curse" he told about.

There is no doubt that Said's increasingly crazy father is at least half a born Extraordinary, and a half Extraordinary with a tendency to lose control. His grandfather is probably the same, but unfortunately this family is not aware of the truth.

Not knowing anything, let alone a rescue method, I can only live in panic with guilt and the fear of not knowing when it will come.

Fortunately among misfortunes, what the Daughter of the Deep Sea needs is an out-of-control person like Seid's father and old Steve.

So naturally, Eric prayed to Him, which calmed the old father's struggle and madness, and told Said to seize the time to prepare for burial at sea, and send the old man sleeping in the coffin on the ship to the mist.

On the distant sea, the traditional funeral ceremony of Oradek Islands ended the misery that had tortured two generations.

After clarifying this relationship, Said Sarekah, who was as tall and strong as a brown bear, rubbed his beard, nodded and said:

"I promise you that making wood carvings will be completed before the 0th of this month, but specifically do you want to persuade everyone to convert to the Daughter of the Deep Sea? I want to know more about it, such as... what, her teachings,

Her rules, what people are allowed to do and what they are not allowed to do..."

Eric had never expected that his tentative preaching would go so smoothly, so that he, who was not good at words, stood and thought for a long time before he realized that his knowledge of the Daughter of the Deep Sea was limited to her honorable name, holy hours, and her very short time.

Willing to accept living "Sailor" path losers...

With this pitiful knowledge at hand, how can he spread the faith of the Daughter of the Deep on land?

"Ah, yes, there are also wood carvings. If you want to make wood carvings, you must at least give me an image to refer to. At the very least, you should give me some description." The blacksmith with the best craftsmanship in the Gulla neighborhood has the best carving skills.

The acclaimed woodcarver added this again.

Helpless, Eric had no choice but to close his eyes, try hard to find sentences with the feeling of the deep sea from the ink in his stomach, and recite them dryly.

...and today is the day he and Said agreed to deliver the wood carving.

Eric was a little worried about the appearance of the finished wood carving, but he felt that the daughter of the deep sea, who had never seen her true face so far, would not care about such a trivial matter, so he knocked on the door of Said's house in a familiar manner.

He opened the door and entered the house, preparing to pass through the narrow and dark front room and go to the open courtyard, where Said usually made wood carvings.

But before he reached his destination, he heard the sound of an argument between Said and someone coming from the yard ahead. His heart tightened and he hurried over.

It was close to noon, and Said's wife and children were not at home. They should have gone out as usual to take care of individual members who were in difficulty.

So when Eric walked into the courtyard, he immediately saw the strange man in front of Said who was speaking loudly:

"I said you shouldn't be so stubborn, okay? If you think my price is too low, we can discuss it carefully. I guarantee that your wood carving will only need a little processing from me to make it look certain.

For a sense of age and vicissitudes, it is best to scratch the base and edges, make a docked tail shape, and then polish the chest area a little smoother... Believe me, it will definitely sell five times more than it does now...

No, more than ten times the price!”

The brown bear that is suspected to have a little bit of Fusac giant blood... Oh, correction, it's Said Sarika, the leader of the "Screwclamp Gang". Hearing this, he roared angrily:

"No, no! I said this is not for sale! And I don't allow anyone to deliberately damage my works. You can't even leave any trace on her base!"

Seeing Eric appear, this sturdy man seemed to have found his backbone in an instant. He let go of the wooden sculpture that he had always firmly protected, and forced a smile on his hairy face:
To be continued...