Above The Sky

"A bag of sleeping powder is worth about 100 talers. I dealt with Orsenna and the native priest back and forth. I threw a third of it, and there are more than half left."

"And the monster-level materials sold in the fishing market were taken away at a price of one or two hundred talers. It seems that the price of a complete set of blue materials is at this level."

Remembering the direction and general shape of the blue fog, Ian closed the vision horizon with satisfaction: "Although I don't know if it can be picked up, but if the leak is successful, at least a hundred talers will be made in vain."

"It's really not possible, it's not impossible to bring a few thick white fish back."

The current Ian has not yet planned to show his psionic power.

Although showing his talent can get the attention of elders and even local nobles, he feels that it needs a good time to ensure that he can benefit from it.

Terra Continent is not Earth after all, be cautious, it is always right to keep a low profile.

Of course, it's not a bad thing to be discovered.

There are three blue mists in total.

The first store is located in the Silver Scale Fleet. This fleet is a relatively powerful one in Harrison Harbor. It has the strength to deal with some weak monsters, and can also go out to sea to catch some rare fish.

They are also a specialty of Port Harrison, the largest production fleet of 'Odell Eels'.

In just one look, Ian found his purpose.

It was a freshly slaughtered eel, tender white flesh like a gel, but actually quite firm, frozen in a block of ice, waiting for a passing buyer to pick it up.

The Odell eel is quite ferocious and large, and it is difficult to feed it on the shore. Unless the customer orders it in advance, otherwise, the eel meat is slaughtered and sold frozen.

The moment he saw the eel, Ian's body instinctively responded to hunger. Even though the fishy smell of the fishing market was all around him, his appetite still rose from the bottom of his heart.

For a time, he subconsciously wanted to move in that direction, and instinctively began to swallow.

——In the vision of precognition, the middle of the eel’s spine exudes a rich blue light. Just by seeing it, Ian knows that if he eats it, his bones will be greatly strengthened. Unbelievable flexibility!

But Ian didn't really move. He quickly returned to normal, lowered his head, and covered up his momentary gaffe.

"It's dangerous..." With a sigh of relief, the boy raised his head and said with lingering fears: "I didn't expect that the reaction would be so big - it seems that if the eel eats it, it will definitely be good for the body."

What Ian lacks today is nutrients.

If there are enough nutrients to keep the body well, then with his familiarity with virtual organs, it may not take a week to accumulate the essence and condense the real source seed.

For ordinary people, eating high-energy foods will make them over-nutrition, or even gain weight and gain weight.

But for sublimators with source seeds or virtual source seeds, most of the nutrients will be refined into pure source substances, which will be used to support the transformation of sublimation organs in the future.

For those foods that originally contained a part of the source quality, ordinary people can only absorb a very small part, and maybe they will suffer from indigestion. Only those who sublime can absorb those food source qualities.

Therefore, even if ordinary people are lucky enough to buy blue-grade source food, they may not be able to get much profit, and they may even have diarrhea and stomachaches, thinking that the ingredients are not fresh and their stomachs are broken.

The eel in front of him is undoubtedly the food that contains part of the source material.

"For the record, it's a little weird to buy eels as me."

A pound of eel meat is three baisen, and the bottom boatman's salary for ten days is a real luxury. Who would buy this stuff without any wealth at home?

Ian remembered the position and turned to look at the other blue fog.

The location of the second Blue Mist is located in the Red Hook Fleet, a distant-sea fleet whose strength is not inferior to that of the Silver Scale Fleet.

It was a frozen tuna that had just been bled. About two meters long, it was being soaked in a stone trough about the size of a small boat.

Beside the trough, the fisherman took out a bottle of light blue test-tube medicine from the box. He cautiously dripped a drop into the stone trough—the next moment, accompanied by the rise of white mist visible to the naked eye, a hot wind rushed to the face, tight. Then came the cold.

Accompanied by a rather bright light blue flash, the water in the entire stone trough, including the tuna in it, was completely frozen, turning into large ice cubes as strong as glass.

Several boatmen on the other side skillfully turned the stone trough, dug this large piece of ice out of the stone trough, and put it on display in the glass freezer on the side.

"This is……"

Staring at this scene with wide eyes, Ian's eyes were fixed on the stone trough and the potion. He opened his mouth slightly, and even couldn't help but want to open the vision of vision to see the color of the potion.

This is the first time he has encountered a situation that is truly 'magic' in the world of Terra!

But looking at the expressions of the boatmen and fishermen around, they seem to think it is normal, and everyone is not surprised by this.

Ian looked at the fisherman, and the other party took the test-tube medicine that had just dropped a drop back into the box, and could vaguely hear a mutter: "There are only three ice-condensing medicines left, if the caravan from the Platinum Iridium Workshop does not come again before October ,What should I do……"

"It's an alchemy potion? It should be related to the sublimator."

Ian thought about it, he remembered the words 'Ice Condensation Potion' and 'Platinum Iridium Workshop' in his mind, then turned his head and looked at the tuna.

The whole body of this tuna has a light gray metallic luster, and the eyes are faintly glowing with strange light. In this evening, it is still clearly visible under the illumination of the algae oil lamp, and it looks very extraordinary. The meat also whetted Ian's appetite even more.

——In the vision horizon, the blue mist condenses on several epidermis and the brain connected to the eyeball. If you eat it, the skin will become extremely tough, and even part of the ability to control the flow of water.

This is a far more useful sublimation material than the previous eel, and it can even be said that it is barely close to the "potion material" that Mr. Hilliard said!

But Ian turned his head away without hesitation - because the tuna was directly priced at 'twenty thalers'.

Obviously, the fleet also noticed the extraordinaryness of this tuna, and he simply couldn't afford it.

Although, according to Ian's judgment, this tuna is already a rare material. Not to mention 22 talers for such a large piece, even 220 thalers are worth it. If you want to find out, you can definitely pick it up... But except for the caravan No one bought this, and the fact that he took out twenty thalers himself was outrageous.

The last blue mist, in the scattered stalls of the Shiromuro fleet.

The Shiraishi Fleet is the fleet of the people of the White House. It is an offshore fleet. There are three oyster and shellfish farming plants along the coast, and there is no special competition with other fleets.

The body of Blue Mist is a common salmon. This kind of migratory fish is everywhere in Harrison Harbor. The upper Ewok River next to it is the migratory gathering point of salmon.

Now is not the time, every few years at the end of autumn, countless salmon will follow the fast-flowing Ewok River all the way to the 'snowy land' in the middle of the Baissen Mountains, where it is as cold as winter all year round, but it happens to be salmon environment we like.

This salmon is of good quality, weighing about 12 pounds. It is plump and has plenty of fat. It looks quite delicious. The scales show a slight blue luster, but if you don't carefully observe it, you can't find it at all.

"Let me see... um, no other special effects?"

Ian opened the vision of precognition again. He confirmed that the blue mist on this salmon is slightly inferior to that of eels and tuna, but it is dispersed in the whole body of fish: "The effect is that it is easy to digest, nourishes the body, and is different from other products that can strengthen, This salmon seems to favor healing."

"I feel like if I eat it, all the tiny bruises and accumulated damage in my body will be relieved!"

He was refreshed: "This is the most suitable ingredient for what I need now!"

Strengthening alone can't bring much power. As Hilliard said, the real path of sublimation needs to be slowly advanced according to the inheritance of the true shape of the bloodline.

As a result, it is that there is no attribute bias, but the salmon that simply contains the source quality is the most precious.

Having made up his mind, Ian even started to calculate the price and prepared to go to buy: "Only two pfennigs per pound... For such a large one, about two bysons and four pfennigs, enough to eat for two days. The effect is probably not inferior to eel meat. , earned it."

"Ian?"

And just as Ian stepped forward, happily planning to buy the salmon, he heard a surprise shout: "Why are you here?"

Ian's expression changed slightly. After adjusting his expression, he turned his head and saw a bronze-skinned white fisherman striding towards him.

It was Sainan who came to help them first last night and took Ian and Hilliard to the new house.

The dark-skinned fisherman seemed to be bragging about today's catch with his friends, and when he saw Ian, he came like the wind.

He waved his hand and said in a close tone, "Where to buy fish?"

"Hello, Uncle Sai Nan."

Ian nodded obediently, and then replied: "Yes, uncle is injured, I want to buy him a fish..."

Before Ian could finish speaking, Sai Nan waved his hand and interrupted proudly: "Which one do you want to buy? Just treat it as a gift for you!"

Sai Nan is in a really good mood now - he took a risk last night to rescue Ian's family from the fire first, and stopped the herb collector Brin from robbing Ian's sleeping powder... Well, the latter was done by Elder Pude, But he also did a great job.

All day today, the fishermen on the same boat praised him for his bravery. After the invitation, they expressed their willingness to go to sea with him in the future. After all, the leader is a reliable and loyal person, and it is not a bad thing to be brave. This time, he has accomplished what he wanted to do in the past few years but couldn't, and he has his own team.

As for fish... Fishing meat in the port is cheap. Even the most common sand digger can eat a meal of fish every few days. As a senior fisherman who has a fishing boat of his own right away, he can naturally afford it.

"This... how is it so embarrassing?"

Ian took a half step back slightly, he was a little shy, and put his hand behind him, as if he was tightening the copper coin in his palm. Half a second later, he raised his hand and showed a few Finneys and a Byson in his palm: "I have money!"

"Haha, you're really welcome." He glanced at the coin in Ian's hand and saw that the white-haired boy was so sensible and well-behaved, it was naturally impossible for Sai Nan to accept the money.

He looked at the white-haired boy who seemed a little shy in front of him, and couldn't help sighing: "It's really sensible and obedient, if only my children could be like this..."

The tall fisherman stretched out his hand, pushed Ian's hand back and said, "You're welcome, your house was burned down, and it was when the money was used that your uncle seemed to have changed his temper. He ran over to thank us before, it seems that We don't have to worry about it in the future."

Sai Nan concluded: "In the final analysis, we are all a family, go and pick, and I will give you a small bucket of seaweed."

Soon, Ian got the salmon, gutted and scaled, and a small bucket of seaweed.

Except for Sai Nan, most of the other white fishermen were friendly and greeted Ian one by one, and Ian also pretended to be nervous and shy to respond one by one, which made them laugh, and some even reached out and tried to pinch Ian's face.

They all knew Ian's father and remembered that Ian was pretty smart and could easily figure out numbers they couldn't figure out two years ago.

——This kid will definitely have a future.

They believe it.

This is the root of goodwill.

Of course, Ian is really long enough to be liked.

"This is unexpected."

Walking out of the fishing market, holding the white fish and seaweed in his hand, Ian nodded thoughtfully: "I can only say that it looks good... Maybe it is a kind of psychic power."