Chapter 456 - 22. Struggle
At midday, Valentina took her subordinates and departed the island situated in the Southern Ocean aboard the flagship, setting sail back to the Northern Realm.
According to what she had said before, she had arrived here relying on her own relic, the Moon Princess, and her research on the Grey Bird Species’ tombs. Alagina, although she had found the island thanks to the Ice Prince she carried, it was merely a wonderful coincidence. She stopped only to repair the steam engine on the Iceberg Queen, and incidentally to catch some fish.
In the following days, Fisher, relying on his ability to breathe underwater, caught a lot of fish. He held a large net, motionless in the fishes’ inevitable path, while also listening to Emhardt’s boasting of past stories from above the water. Then, when the fish swam past, he would suddenly explode into action and catch them with the net. This method proved unfailingly successful, yielding a full catch each time.
The surrounding fish had submitted to Fisher, the old hand. Every day they would see him in the water, and every encounter would quickly result in a bunch of their kin being captured by the merciless net in his hands.
"Do you really not know how you were forged by the angels?"
"Rubbish, if no one else told you, would you know how you came from your mother’s womb? Moreover, since I left the Holy Land and until I developed a true consciousness, so many years have elapsed... The Holy Descendants are among the oldest races in this world, without exception. They have lived through many era changes, which is how they acquired an aesthetic and craftsmanship far beyond any other race."
"Even Paimon was deeply conquered by the civilization of the Holy Descendants, otherwise, she wouldn’t obediently study the aesthetics of the Holy Descendants and secretly collect so many of their holy objects..."
Fisher dragged the fishing net slowly towards the coast, listening to Emhardt’s gripes and feeling there was some truth to them, even though the guy’s metaphors were a bit rough, the basic logic was the same.
The loss of the relic creation technique was a fact; many humans in the past were intoxicated with the miraculous effects of relics and wanted to replicate their complete production process, but obviously, they all failed in the end.
What truly puzzled Fisher was why Mu Xi knew how to create relics, and where she learned this skill.