551 East Continent 1 (1/2)
Chapter 551: East Continent 1
”Traveler?”
The people around them began to make a commotion.
In the midst of the chatter, Lindsay left Garen carefully, going to stand beside the man with the big beard. Her old man the Captain also separated from the crowd, walking towards Garen with silver gun in hand.
The man’s face was covered in bristles, and he wore a blue round cap, his eyes bulging out somewhat, so he looked at others like a frog looked at insects, his gaze icy cold.
”You’re a traveler?” He did not wait for Garen’s reply, continuing, ”I don’t care if you really are a traveler or not, since you’re on my boat, you’ll have to follow my rules.”
He observed Garen’s clothes and appearance carefully, his expression relaxing ever so slightly.
What he did not say was that although there were many navigation routes through this part of the sea, there would not be ships going through the same area within at least three days of each other.
In other words, if this person really was a traveler who had been thrown overboard, then he must have survived alone in these waters for at least three days, soaking in the seawater for three days. What a preposterous thing… haha.
Putting aside how corrosive seawater was, it was very harmful to soak in it for long, and even drinking water here was a problem. Besides, there were periodically sea sharks in this area.
But he had heard that some strong martial artists had bodies that were exceeded normal limits.
”You are… a martial artist?” He thought about it, and asked quietly.
”Uh…” Garen did not understand that term for a moment, but after he translated it, he nodded slightly. ”That’s right, I have trained before in martial arts.”
”If you’re a martial artist, that makes sense.” The Captain’s expression instantly softened, ”May I ask, your name is…”
”Garen, Garen Trejons.” Inwardly, Garen quietly added on that familiar last name, Garen Trejons Lombard.
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After some simple explanation and verification, Garen very ordinarily took on the identity of a lost traveler, and joined this ship, becoming one of the ship’s passengers.
The Weisman Captain seemed to have a lot of respect for martial artists, and asked no more about Garen’s identity. He did not ask Garen for any passenger fees either, even arranging a room for him enthusiastically, and getting his own daughter Lindsay to serve him in terms of food and drink.
After boarding the ship and settling down, Garen had not thought that just showing a little of what he could do with throwing knives, instantly arranging three throwing knives into a straight line, was enough to make the Captain’s attitude change so much.
Compared to the confusion and suspicion of the surrounding crew members, the Captain’s reaction was more surprising to him, this was evidently a person who knew the world and had knowledge of many things.
Two days after boarding the ship, Garen was arranged to stay in the VIP room in the passengers’ lounge, there were even some navigation books inside that he could read. For the past two days, he had been living, eating, and resting in his room, the injuries on his body recovering rapidly.
”Mr Garen.” After tidying up the room, Lindsay looked at Garen with a look of anticipation, ”Could you tell me some stories about you martial artists?”
This was not her first time serving martial artists, but although her attitude was very proper, her potential and appearance were also very important, her appearance missed the mark by a long shot in every way, and her talent was not particularly good either, so no matter how good her attitude was, most martial artists would just tell her some stories about basic knowledge, and that was to thank her for her good attitude. As for taking her as a disciple, they did not even consider it. As for those slightly weaker ones, she herself did not want them, those normal dojo masters probably could not even defeat her own old man.
”Stories?” Garen sat in the room, holding a ship captain’s journal as he drank some specially-imported black tea. ”Speaking of stories, do you know about the Battle of the Black Smoke Pot Island?”
”Of course I know the Battle of the Black Smoke Pot Island.” Lindsay nodded hard, ”I heard that it was the peak of the era of Grandmasters of Combat, the two Kings of the Century faced off on the very peak of that island, but in the end the volcano erupted, and a nuclear bomb exploded, so they all fell there.”
”Oh? You know it so well?” Garen was slightly surprised.
”Of course I do!” Lindsay answered matter-of-factly, ”It was about more than sixty years ago now, that was the peak-level incident in the martial arts world. The Immortal Palace’s strongest fighter in history, Sylphalan, died in that battle.”
”You even know the Immortal Palace?” Garen was suddenly interested. ”More than sixty years?” He abruptly noticed that key term, and instantly fell silent.
”Of course I know, the Immortal Palace and the Demon Gate, they’re the two strongest powers in the combat world, they’re the two holy grounds of combat. They are the joint organizers of the Combat Festival tournament that happens once every three years. Our ship has ferried martial artists participating in the Combat Festival more than once!” Lindsay said, with a hint of pride.
”The Combat Festival?” Garen heard a new term again.
”It can’t be? You don’t even know that?” Lindsay’s eyes widened.
”I’ve always been training hard in the wilderness… So…” Garen shrugged to indicate that he truly did not know.
”The Combat Festival is an important tournament that the two powers use to rank and choose new generations of Grandmasters of Combat, not only do these include the Grandmasters of Combat in the traditional sense of the world, they also include mysterious martial artists who combine technology with their killing moves. It is held once every three years, and by now it’s been held more than ten times. I heard that the truly strong competitors will even be chosen by the two powers to become their official members.” Lindsay walked to the chair opposite Garen and sat down, explaining patiently.
”More than sixty years…” Only then did Garen know, in the process of him returning, he also seemed to have used up far too much time.
As for the Combat Festival or whatnot, that was just the method the Immortal Palace and the Demon Gate were using to find new talent as well as weed out potential threats.
That Demon Gate was probably what used to be the Behemoth Gate, and that Immortal Palace might be the same Immortal Palace from back then, but he had not expected these two to grow so strong.