A Beautiful Misunderstanding

A beautiful misunderstanding

Lorry and the White Bone Ring rushed over one after the other.

He took the finished "Teleportation" Silver Medal from Edwina, feeling a warm, cool sensation in his hand, and lowered his gaze to examine it carefully.

Its appearance has changed slightly compared to before.

The difference lies in the Incantation and symbols on the edges, and also in the fact that the originally blank central area has been transformed into an image resembling a liquid column.

"Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina's voice rang out at the opportune moment. "It represents how much Spirituality can still be contained."

After she finished speaking, she explained in detail, "When using this Teleportation Silver Medal, you need to infuse it with Spirituality for at least three seconds and recite the activation Incantation for Teleportation."

"Every time a bit of material carrying Spirituality is consumed, the crystal pillar in the middle measuring area will drop simultaneously, making it easier for users to intuitively grasp the situation."

When the crystal pillar reaches its bottom, the Teleportation silver Silver Medal will shatter like Charm.

"Based on my previous experience traversing the Spirit World, it can support at least three long-distance trips, but the exact number of uses is unknown."

"Broken."

After a brief pause, Edwina smiled and raised her hand, "Without your help, I would not have been able to complete this research at all, and your ideas have given me a lot of inspiration in other directions."

"So, this one belongs to you."

Is this a case of not caring about the results, but simply enjoying the research itself? Sensing the sincerity in "Vice Admiral Iceberg's " tone, Lorry hesitated for a moment before declining.

Slightly tired, Edwina rubbed her temples and said again, "However, I hope you can sell me some High Sequence materials and help me make a few more to counter the Lie I told you before."

"That's easy," Lorry agreed without hesitation.

This was agreed upon beforehand.

The image of the remaining remains of "Sea God" Kalvetua flashed through his mind, and he thought for a moment before asking, "Would making about six pieces be sufficient?"

Although this Sea Serpent's body is enormous, most of it is useless scrap, with very little that could be considered Spirituality material.

I had given away some "Vice Admiral Iceberg" talismans before, and later Lorry made seven or eight more "Spirituality Restoration" Charm, so there weren't actually that many left.

He also plans to make some more "Spirituality Restoration" Charm for unforeseen circumstances.

Therefore, we really can't offer too much.

"That's enough." Edwina nodded happily and smiled. "If you need to make similar things in the future, you can contact me anytime."

Lorry hummed in response, but didn't really take it to heart.

He himself possesses the "Curse of Knowledge," a Sealed Artifact, so he has no need for this thing.

Fors Beyonder has progressed through the "Apprentice" Pathway, and given his personality, Fors's needs are probably not high; one piece should be enough.

Therefore, crafting your own "Teleportation" Silver Medal is not very useful.

Unless it's sold to someone else.

Wait, sell it to someone else? A thought suddenly struck Lorry.

This seems like a good idea.

Of course, he wouldn't sell items like the "Teleportation" Silver Medal, which requires materials at the Demigod level, but he could sell the previous, watered-down versions of the Charm.

If its purpose is "Teleportation", then it certainly doesn't qualify as a qualified product.

However, it's more than enough to save one's life.

With its inherent Spirituality, it can certainly support some short to medium-distance travel, achieving an effect similar to Fors's Teleportation Bracelet.

The most crucial point is that I can make these Charm myself, without needing to bother "Vice Admiral Iceberg"—thinking of this, Lorry felt the idea was even better, and planned to mention it to Fors when he wrote to Fors that evening, so she could ask her about it at the Tarot Club.

If anyone is interested, they can make some in their spare time to make money.

Knowledge is wealth—he chuckled to himself and said, "It's late, ma'am."

I'll get the materials for you tomorrow; we can discuss anything else then.

"Okay," Edwina replied simply.

After a moment's hesitation, she added, "When you get back, if you see the Restaurant is still open, please tell the chef to grill a steak and bring it over."

Lorry's gaze swept over the captain, noticing her faintly pale face and deep weariness in her eyes, and he nodded without hesitation. "No problem."

He naturally couldn't refuse something that was convenient for him.

"Thank you," Edwina with a polite smile.

Lorry shrugged and didn't say anything.

He carefully put away the "Teleportation" Silver Medal, returned the Mysticism Notes he had just been looking at to their original place, nodded to "Vice Admiral Iceberg," and then turned to leave.

Pushing open the door to the captain's cabin, a gust of night wind rushed in.

Lorry took a deep breath of the pungent, metallic air, then frowned almost imperceptibly, turning to look at Danitz in the shadows not far away. "What are you doing squatting here?"

"I... I want to ask the captain a question."

Danitz patted his backside and stood up, saying somewhat hesitantly, then asked, "Isn't the captain's tutoring supposed to end at ten o'clock? Why is it late today?"

"What's it to you?"

Lorry said irritably, turned around and walked away, but turned back after a few steps because he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the lights in the Pirate Restaurant had been turned off.

He looked at Danitz: "Where's the cook?"

"Let's drink and brag down there," Danitz said, pointing to his nail plate.

Lorry pondered, "Vice Admiral Iceberg" has created two extraordinary items tonight, which must have taken a toll on both his physical and Spirituality energy. So he kindly reminded him, "Ask any questions tomorrow."

"She's tired and needs a good rest tonight."

Upon hearing this, Danitz curled his lip, his first reaction being a sneer; he simply didn't believe it.

Just kidding. For a captain, tutoring his men is a very enjoyable thing. How could he possibly feel tired, let alone say it out loud?

Besides, tutoring is just a matter of talking; how could it be tiring?

With the captain's abilities and extensive knowledge, he could easily talk for three hours, or even a whole day—wait, who says they're necessarily having extra lessons?

A thunderbolt seemed to Lightning Strike Danitz's mind, and he stood frozen in place.

He connected several clues.

That Lunatic Gehrman said this piece of Dogshit is strong, has a high Bounty, and the best chance—this piece of Dogshit has been staying in the captain's cabin for several nights in a row—claiming to be giving lessons, but the door is tightly closed, and the captain won't let anyone else near—this piece of Dogshit says the captain is very tired tonight and needs a good rest.

"Phew!" Danitz's expression Distortion, and he dared not think any further.

Looking at the Fourth Sailor-in-Charge acting like a lunatic, with his mouth twitching and his facial muscles spasming at times, Lorry couldn't help but frown.

What kind of extraordinary subordinates did "Vice Admiral Iceberg" recruit?

"Never mind, it's none of my business anyway—I should leave after this role-playing is over—" he thought, patting the Great Pirate on the shoulder. "Go downstairs and find the cook. Have him grill a steak and bring it here."

"This piece of Dogshit won't even do this little thing, he's a complete bastard!" Danitz shoved his hand away in annoyance, snorted coldly, and walked toward the deck.

Lorry stared blankly at the other person's back, unable to help but question the meaning of life.

Wait, is this guy alright?

Help if you're willing, don't help if you're not. What's the point of just snorting and walking away? It's a disgrace to be in the same Sequence as this kind of person.