A low, drawn-out sound came from downstream, carrying an echo several octaves lower, like some giant beast forcefully snorting through its nose. I had never heard that sound before, but Sakina immediately looked delighted. "Ah, our timing is perfect. The ship got here so quickly!" It seemed that had been this world's ship horn.
A huge shape appeared in the distance along with the horn. It moved quickly, and before long it had fully entered our field of vision. It was a large metal ship with two or three decks, its hull covered in strange colorful patterns. There were no sails in sight, but layers of white spray rose behind its stern. Even from afar, I could sense a stable energy source inside it releasing power. That perhaps explained why this wooden ship had no sails: it appeared to be magically powered.
A product of Alchemy Technology... Well, I was already used to this magical world constantly producing all kinds of ingenious civilian machinery. Who said magic could not create civilian industries comparable to those of a technological civilization? After the fully automatic anti-gravity magic elevator, we had now encountered a steel freighter powered by magic, equipped with shields, and capable of thirty-five knots. Its surface had even used enchantments to solve the problem of water resistance—the last detail had been discovered by Alaya, who was stretching lazily in my mind. That sleepyhead's occult knowledge had reached astonishing heights. In terms of sheer breadth of knowledge, even a true god like Viska, who lived for battle, could not compare with her. No matter what rules the current world followed, as long as she analyzed the energy activity levels and certain "frequencies" of the surrounding space, Alaya could identify more than eighty percent of the magical forms in that world.
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