Xia Nan did not hide where he was looking.
Although, after the battle ended, he was in no hurry to clean up the battlefield, focusing most of his attention on tending to the wounded instead.
Still, he had to admit that the small suitcase lying quietly on the sofa in the altar operating room, seemingly the Secret Realm Core, had truly caught his attention.
Having recovered somewhat from the backlash of overusing her combat skills, Lorraine leaned against a crumbling wall filled with exotic flair and sat sprawled on the ground, breathing laboriously.
Beside her, the Druid Hain was carefully wrapping bandages around the wound Lorraine had sustained on her right arm during the battle.
Lorraine's expression was equally complicated.
In some ways, Xia Nan's performance in that battle had surprised her even more than it had Hain.
After all, when this mission had first set out, her impression of the black-haired young man had merely been that he was someone who had joined the fleet as a temporary member through an acquaintance who owned a tavern, all in hopes of attending the Moon Tide Feast.
Who would have thought—
Lorraine looked at Xia Nan, blinked, and suddenly said, "Don't worry about us. You can look around first and see if there's anything here that interests you."
Naturally, she had noticed Xia Nan's gaze.
As an experienced adventurer who had sailed the seas for many years, how could Lorraine possibly overlook the towering altar at the center of the area, fused together from strange structures?
An adventurer's instincts allowed her to vaguely sense that if there were any special spoils here beyond murloc equipment and shark beast materials, they were most likely on that altar.
The reason Lorraine had suddenly said this to Xia Nan was practically an open hint