Wu Jia's expression darkened.
The priest was telling the truth. This was also the main reason he had been run ragged lately.
He had been in Demon Port for many years.
At first, he had worked as a crewman. Later, he had gradually risen into the ship's management, becoming a first mate and then a Chief Engineer. Although he had encountered many dangers at sea, he had always managed to turn disaster into safety and return alive.
He had thought he was naturally suited for this line of work.
Because he had the luck to survive.
That was important.
So he had gritted his teeth, sold everything he owned, borrowed a large sum from the "Nether Sea Development Bank," bought a small secondhand sea vessel, recruited a crew, and prepared to set sail and realize his dream of becoming a captain.
His work involved fishing missions.
On his first voyage, he caught nothing and encountered no danger.
On his second voyage...
He still caught nothing and encountered a little danger.
But he was experienced.
It was nothing serious.
However, once he returned to shore, the problem became serious.
The "Nether Sea Development Bank" charged a hefty interest rate. A few installments with no catch at all would be enough to bankrupt him.
There was no way to default on this thing.
There was a curse in the contract.
So, on his third voyage, he chose to go a little farther.
He decided to take a gamble.
Although he said it was farther away.
It was actually still on a safe route, and he had come this way many times before.
In theory.
There shouldn't have been any problem...
But the Nether Sea was not a place that followed reason!
They did indeed dredge something up there. It was a twenty-meter