Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

Feng Qingyu used all the swear words from various countries that he had learned throughout his life to curse in his mind. After hearing them, those voices sighed and moved away.

After all, it was a heated speech, and even Hai Si had to retreat. No one can stand the high intensity of swearing bombardment. This skill was learned through long-term online confrontations. No matter what field, it can be used immediately when encountering people looking for trouble. It is one of the practical skills.

When the noise in my mind dissipated, the voice of the old sailor from Liberi gradually became clear again.

The fragrant seafood fried rice is right in front of me, and the pink shrimp meat looks particularly delicious. Shrimp meat is originally a common ingredient in the human diet and has nothing to do with the so-called "supply".

Food and monsters cannot be compared, otherwise all marine creatures living in the sea that can be served as ingredients on the table would become part of the large group.

Blocking the influence of Hai Si's will on his thinking, Feng Qingyu took several big bites, letting the chewy and crispy shrimp meat roll between his lips, tongue and teeth, serving every taste bud to his heart's content.

Although Gloria's way of comforting people is not gentle enough and seems very different among the crowd, people who don't know her character may think she is an inhuman and cold-blooded animal.

Feng Qingyu not only did not think she was cold-blooded, but rather enjoyed it. She had no idea why, perhaps it was the M attribute in her bones that was at work.

The shop owner's story was just getting to an interesting part. The three deep-sea hunters seemed nonchalant, but they were actually listening attentively.

"On the seventh day after I boarded the Fool, the fleet arrived at an island country. The country's land area was not very large, only the size of an inconspicuous small mobile city in Iberia at that time. In fact, the island was an unnamed island in the Iberian high seas, and the government did not recognize its legitimacy. Duke Alfonso recaptured the island by force, and the emperor at that time awarded him the island as a fiefdom.

The scenery on the island is beautiful, the resources are rich, and half of the islanders are Agor people. This is not the most surprising thing. When I was taken to the seaside by an Agor engineer, a rectangular metal box elevator slowly floated up under the calm seabed. He told me that this is one of the ways to get to the Agor underwater city, and it is similar to the principle of elevators in the human world.

Then, the owner seemed to remember something and limped to the second floor, dragging his right leg.

He was away for a short time, and returned in a few minutes, holding a photo album with a badly worn cover. The cover of the album was covered with layers of transparent tape, making it look like a mummy in the form of a photo album.

If the item was not very old and worth preserving, the shop owner would not be reluctant to replace it with a new one.

"This is a gift from the Agor engineer. It looks ordinary, but it was actually bought from a store on the bottom of the sea, so it can be preserved for a longer time. As of this year, it is already 57 years old, older than many young people in Granfalow. Inside are photos I took when I was a sailor in the Golden Fleet. The camera I used to take the photos was also a gift from Agor."

Feng Qingyu was delighted that Liberi was happy to share the experience that was almost lost in the long river of time. The more she knew about Agor and Iberia, the closer she was to the family secret. As an ordinary person who was always kept in the dark and lived a mediocre life, it would be better for her to make a splash with her thirst for knowledge and create a decent career.

Finding the black magic sword is the first and most important step in the cause.

"If you don't mind, could you let us look through it?"

"Ladies, if you are willing to believe me, that's great. The people of Glenfaro scold me for talking nonsense all the time, saying that the photos were composited in some unknown photo studio in an attempt to attract attention and use me as a topic of conversation. They say that my mind has long been abnormal in the Great Silence, and no one should believe me. The mayor is the only one in the whole of Glenfaro who believes that what I saw and heard is true, and it is the people in the town who are crazy."

The heavy album was placed on the dining table, and the cover had accumulated a thick layer of dust after being left there for a long time. The owner wiped it clean with a semi-wet rag, wiped off the water droplets with dry paper, and then carefully opened the cover.

Over the years, photo albums have become fragile, and the cover has gradually faded. This lifeless dead media can often preserve important information intact. Information on the Internet will be distorted after multiple transmissions, but photo albums will not. It is a microcosm of some things and some moments.

The Great Silence happened so suddenly that almost all the information about the Golden Fleet in Iberia disappeared in that catastrophe, and the photos in the album could not be found on any website in Terra. They fully recorded the appearance of those huge warships, especially the scene of the flagship Stuti Fira anchored in the Iberian port on a sunny day, which could only be described as dreamlike.

The huge ship's golden hull sparkled in the sun, and its tall masts held up pure white sails, each of which had the Iberian national emblem on it. The Stuti Fera was like a palace floating on the sea, and its scale surpassed the flagship of any country on Terra at the time, and no one could rival it.

Above the deck, a superstructure of considerable size was built. The bridge, which was dozens of meters high, was where the Stuti Fella controlled the ship and directed operations at that time.

Every sailor longs to work on the bridge and become the captain's right-hand man.

In addition to the bridge, the tower on the deck is also jaw-droppingly luxurious. The entire ship can accommodate thousands or even tens of thousands of people at the same time.

"It's amazing... None of the existing photos are clear. They are all blurred and blurred, and the things on the deck are not clear at all. I can't describe how I feel now that I can still see photos of the Fool in my lifetime."

Except excitement.

"We came to Glenfalo this time just to find the Stuti Fella. You can roll around on the deck, sit, lie down, stand, or crawl, whatever you want."

Goletia interrupted her sigh.

"Don't you want to see the real Stutifila?"

"Yes! Very much!"

Feng Qingyu could hardly contain his excitement and almost hugged Gloria and gave her a kiss.

You can't do that. You'll definitely be thrown out hard, breaking the restaurant glass and rolling several times on the floor before stopping.

When the shop owner heard that Gloria was looking for the Stutifila, his expression was even more surprised than Feng Qingyu's.

"To date, the Iberian government has tried countless methods to find the whereabouts of that ship. It has been missing for sixty years. For sixty years, the Inquisition has spent a lot of manpower and material resources but still can't find it. How can you..."

Ghost Shark, who had been silent all the time, put down her fork. There were only a few drops of black pepper sauce and some side dishes she didn't like on the plate.

"Because we are the Argol people. The designer of that ship was Breogan, he is one of our kind. No one knows what he did before the disaster, and what he did not have time to do, but he did leave enough legacy and enough direction."

These words didn't sound like something Ghost Shark would say, but they sounded exactly like Kal'tsit's. They were definitely something he heard from Kal'tsit and just used on the spur of the moment.

"Breoghan is a thing of the past. Now it is up to us to make the choice, so... no matter what, we must find that ship."

After she finished speaking in one breath, she suddenly felt thirsty. She picked up the teacup on the table and drank it swiftly, temporarily forgetting what elegance was.

Since no one has discovered the wreckage of the Golden Age flagship for so many years, it proves that it has not been destroyed and is still hidden somewhere, waiting for the right person to step onto its deck sixty years later.

There is a consensus among the deep-sea hunters - this must be done.

No matter what, they have to board the ship and find out the secret left by the Agolan designer Breogan.

"Okay, but this is almost impossible to accomplish. If the Iberians could still see that battleship in their lifetime, they would not be as decadent as they are now. I hope you can succeed. I am already an old man, and I just hope to spend the rest of my life in peace."

The owner was silent for a long time, until the smell of burnt food came from the kitchen.

"Oh no, my cooking... Sorry, I have to go take care of it first."

He was so absorbed in telling stories about Golden Age Iberia that he forgot there was something cooking in the pot, which now boiled dry, causing the remaining ingredients to dry cook in it, turning into a minor kitchen accident.

Feng Qingyu couldn't help but sigh at the fate of playing tricks on her. She didn't ask the owner about the black magic sword and "the best place in Iberia", but the kitchen accident still happened. It was simply the same result.

Before the smell of burning spread further and the cookware became more difficult to clean, Feng Qingyu also joined the queue to clean the kitchen. The kitchen floor and tiles were also wiped clean, and the exhaust system above the stove was working diligently to suck away the gray smoke.

The pungent smell filled every corner of the kitchen. The kitchen was less than 20 square meters, which was very spacious compared to an ordinary family because the only chef here was the owner.

In the corners were wooden boxes for storing ingredients and seasonings, and there were several large refrigerators against the wall. The restaurant still had electricity, and the circuits in Granfalo were still working properly. The mayor had not given up on more convenient living facilities, and the town's power company would not put up a sign of bankruptcy because of the Great Silence and its subsequent impact.

There was a pot on the stove that was burnt black by the fire. The gas valve had just been closed, and the burnt smell in the kitchen was mixed with a hint of pungent gas smell.

The food was cooked beyond recognition, it was almost impossible to tell what it was, the color was completely replaced by black, and the shape looked like a fish fillet.

Ghost Shark ordered a fried fish with Yan country flavor, Skadi ordered a plate of fragrant shark fin with rice, and Gloria finally chose fried cakes. This meal was Ghost Shark's.

She ordered two portions, one steak and one fish fillet.

If something is burnt, it can only be remade. The deep-sea hunters are not in a hurry to find the ship immediately. This matter cannot be rushed. The right opportunity has not yet appeared and some preliminary steps are needed.

Feng Qingyu happened to be free, so he decided to take this opportunity to ask the shop owner about something he was interested in. There was no better person to ask than a former sailor who had served in the Golden Fleet.

"Let me help too."

"Miss, you don't have to worry about these things. How can you let a young girl do rough work?"

Her offer to help was rejected. The owner treated her like a young lady who had never done housework and didn't want her to touch anything. He was determined and wanted to kick her out.

"Wait, old man, I have a good idea. I'll ask you something, and in return, I'll wash the dishes and kitchen utensils, and I'll do half of the kitchen work."

"But……"

"Old man, you have a disability and you are not suitable for working too hard. I have cleaning tools given by the Agor people. You don't have to do it yourself. Just press the switch and wait outside for half an hour, and I will give you a kitchen that is as bright as new."

Her proposal was very convincing. The owner really didn't have enough energy to worry about kitchen cleaning, nor did he want to spend too much unnecessary time doing a fruitless task day after day.

"Since Miss has a better way, then I will do as you say. What do you want to ask me?"

The shop owner looked extremely tired. After finishing his story about his sailing career, he seemed to have aged several dozen years in an instant, and the bright glow in his eyes had almost disappeared.

"Have you ever heard of the Iberian folklore about the 'best place in Iberia', the place with the best view of the sea. I want to know where it is. There is something I must retrieve."

The expectation in his heart ignited a few sparks, followed by disappointment, waiting for the opportunity to pour out. Behind the expectation must be disappointment. He had hit many nails along the way, and Feng Qingyu had no hope.

"The island that we encountered during our voyage was called 'the best place in Iberia' by Duke Alfonso. I wonder if it is what you are looking for. There was a 500-meter-high observation tower on the island. Standing on the top of the tower, you can overlook the entire Iberia and see the Iberian sea."

"Can you still find it?"

This is definitely the closest to the legend. My great-grandfather was an out-and-out Alfonso fan, and he was crazy about the hero's deeds. Since it was the title given by Alfonso, it couldn't be wrong. It's arbitrary to say so, but there's no better way.

I visited several places in a row but found nothing. There was only one lighthouse left to visit, Glenfarlow. Of the lighthouse and the watchtower, the watchtower definitely had a better view.

"The island sank after the Great Silence. I can only tell you its approximate location. Even if you find its former location now, you must dive underwater."

The shop owner showed a regretful expression.

25. Undersea City

"It's actually under the sea... It's a bit difficult for me."

The excitement that Feng Qingyu had just ignited was poured down like a bucket of cold water by the shop owner's words.

Working in water is more difficult than working on land. Not only is there a lack of oxygen and low visibility, but there is also water pressure. The combined influence of multiple factors has led to a surge in the difficulty of exploration operations.

Maybe it is not a problem for deep-sea hunters, but after all, land people have lived on land all their lives and cannot adapt to the aquatic environment, just as deep-sea hunters also feel anxious about the air on land.

"Do we really have to put on diving equipment and go into the sea? It seems very difficult."

Rhodes Island also offers special diving courses, taught by experienced operators, which are divided into two sections: diving with equipment and diving without equipment. Among them, the diving without equipment course is more popular.

Operators must respond to emergencies that may occur at any time, especially when an aircraft flies over the sea and malfunctions due to various reasons, causing the operators to abandon the vehicle and escape immediately. The same applies to water vehicles.

The Engineering Department often has underwater salvage field missions, requiring operators to go into the sea to retrieve vehicle wreckage and mine minerals. The necessary equipment can be applied for from Rhodes Island. It takes a long time to wait for the approval of equipment use license and before and after transportation, and they are afraid of more trouble at night.

It is better to get an underwater vehicle than to dive by yourself. The underwater vehicle must be equipped with sufficient diving equipment before you can work in the sea.

But where can we get the underwater vehicle?

Feng Qingyu didn't know anyone with such financial resources in Iberia, so he had no idea where to start. After all, the Feng family's business could only affect Victoria and the surrounding areas, and Iberia on the other side of the ocean had not yet been touched.

"What do you think?"

"Don't bother, I have a solution."

With a mysterious look on her face, Goletia leaned close to Feng Qingyu's ear, like a demon ready to whisper. The cold voice was wrapped in the hot air flow, bringing a subtle tremor to the ears.

It's not a trembling of fear. The ears are a sensitive area and they will feel itchy and numb as long as someone talks next to them.

The cold deep-sea hunter told her a practical method in a voice so quiet that only the two of them could hear it. This method did not require diving equipment or vehicles, the steps were easy to understand, and the most important thing was the courage of the person involved.

There are risks in trying, and people who are not brave enough will never try it rashly.

"My method is very useful. It depends on whether you dare to do it. If you dare, you can set off for that sea area immediately this afternoon. Today is a sunny day with high visibility at sea. Why not give it a try to see if it works?"

"I have no choice but to go. If my investigation doesn't make any progress, I plan to put it on hold for the time being and join your mission to find the Fool."

Feng Qingyu had no room to refuse. She couldn't think of a better solution than what Goletia proposed, not to mention that the latter was a senior deep-sea hunter and the governor of the Agor Institute of Technology.

What an authoritative person says must be authoritative. There is no benefit at all for the Archon to deceive a commoner like her, and the authenticity of his words is also guaranteed.

No matter how bad the situation is, Skadi is always by her side, and Skadi's heart is with her from beginning to end.

The longer you hesitate, the more time you waste. Feng Qingyu quickly washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Skadi paid the three people's meal to the owner. This was a considerable income. If you save money, you can live happily in Granfalo for a while.

The owner of Liberi hand-painted a map on a piece of white paper, marking the detailed longitude and latitude of the target sea area and the identifiable landmarks around it. The reference value of maps from decades ago is not very high. The movement of the earth's crust and the change of the terrain have always affected the appearance of this land. Who would have thought that the islands that floated on the sea in the golden age have now sunk to the bottom of the sea?

The island was the hub of communication between Agor and the mainland, and now only a few faded old photos remain.

The map depicts the approximate location of the island in as much detail as possible, and also marks its name in the middle of the map - Siren. This name always reminds people of bad things, such as ships running aground and sinking, and sea monsters luring crew members to their doom.

"Its original name was Afrof Island, and Siren was a name given to it by later generations. They all said that the island was a cursed island, separated by the gods before the Terra era, and kept away from the land of Iberia. I didn't expect that the Sons of Disaster would collude with Agor's Disaster Star and form a powerful alliance. Maybe they were the ones who brought about the Great Silence. This statement is as ridiculous as it can be."

"Is that underwater city of Agor still there?"

"I don't know if it's still there. It's up to you guys to uncover its mystery."

The drawn map was solemnly handed to Feng Qingyu. It contained an elderly sailor's beautiful hopes and visions, as well as his unfulfilled ambitions in his youth.

These emotions are condensed into a map, becoming the latest clue pointing to the relic.

Each rough line is like a signpost.

"Thank you very much for your help, old man. This map is very important to me. We must set off immediately while it is still light. We will meet again later. The food you cook is delicious, even better than what I had at the Victoria Authentic Western Restaurant. I hope I can have a chance to taste it again in the future."

"Thank you for your patronage and I wish you all the best."

The elderly Liberi scratched his head, his silver hair fluttering in the sea breeze, the wrinkles on his face piled up, and his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

When the four figures walked away, so far that they could no longer be seen, he hung a "Closed" sign at the door of the store. The meal just now was the last time this restaurant was open, and it would never open its doors to receive customers again.

Everyone left Iberia to look for hope elsewhere in Terra. The owner's enthusiasm had also burned out. With only a few decades left in his life, there was no point in wasting time in Iberia.

“It’s time to look somewhere else.”

The owner closed the door, went upstairs and started packing his family's luggage.

Iberia has lost another person who loved it deeply.

The group set out with the sea breeze, and the midday sun drove away the coldness of the coastal areas. They had planned to hang out around Glenfarrow today, and the information they got from the old sailor was an unexpected gain, which brought a little ripple to the dull investigation process.

A mysterious underwater city also interests the three deep-sea hunters.

They had heard of the city, but could not get a full picture of it from the few words of the Agor people. Many underwater cities were destroyed in the disaster brought by the sea, and lost contact with the capital of Agor.