This salvage company was not blindly grasping at straws, thinking they could just casually recover a sunken ship.
In fact, they had six possible wreck locations for three ships.
Of course, those locations were only conjectures, but they had a certain degree of credibility—statistically speaking, it was impossible for all six locations to be false. What they needed to do now was find one of the wrecks as quickly as possible.
To them, the more valuable the cargo aboard a wreck, the better. But compared with value, they cared more about time—so long as they could prove they had the ability and luck to salvage wrecks, everything else was negotiable, even if the haul was not particularly valuable.
Sophia said she could understand their anxiety, but she hoped to get specific coordinates. A broader area was fine, but if there was no information at all, the effect of the prayer would be weaker.
It had to be said that Western Continent countries' identification with religion truly could not compare with that of Eastern countries. After all, no matter what they did, they could simply confess in a confessional and put down their psychological burdens.
The Brui Country woman did the same with Sophia, giving her all six locations and even the names of the wrecks. Although she broadened the areas slightly, she was still being quite sincere.
What the woman was really thinking was that if they could not salvage a wreck soon, she and her lover would go bankrupt. She would have no choice but to give up the wandering life she loved, break up with him, and return home to inherit the family business.
In short, if this expedition yielded nothing, the wreck information would be useless to her anyway.
Sophia nodded and asked a few more questions.