Outside the porthole.
The sound of pouring rain has not ceased since the privateer fleet left Hatrafa Port.
The increasingly extre weather of the Golden Sea during the rainy season is indeed sowhat unfriendly to ship navigation.
In this season, only large-tonnage rchant ships and military warships dare to venture out to sea. The open seas have beco a restricted zone for smaller vessels, and if they are unlucky enough to encounter strong winds and waves, they face the imdiate risk of capsizing.
Of course.
This is not a problem at all for the "Venus," which has a displacent of 2340 tons, and the other three Level 5 battleships or similar pirate ships in the fleet: the "Gladiator," "Wrestler," and "Iron Bone."
At this mont, only Aiven and Milan were in the captain’s cabin.
They were intently staring at the "Ocean Treasure: Storm Bottle" on the table, which was constantly changing, as well as two round glass bottles nearby that bore so resemblance to the Storm Bottle.
Inside, it was raining moderately in the Storm Bottle just as it was outside, accompanied by Level 3 sea winds, indicating that the wind and rain would basically remain unchanged in the next twelve hours.
There was nothing surprising about this treasure’s ability to predict the weather.
The strange thing was that the two round bottles filled with liquid nearby were also undergoing changes!
In the bottles, there was a mix of sedint and blurry liquid, and on a nearby "Phenona and Weather Comparison Chart," pre-drawn icons indicated that this situation represented wind and rain.
And the most magical thing was that the degree of sedint and blurriness matched the pattern of wind and rain changes in the Storm Bottle perfectly!
Clearly, for so unknown reason, the bottles had developed so kind of extraordinary connection.
"What’s going on?"
Milan said in disbelief as he repeatedly compared the two glass bottles and the Storm Bottle.
Could man-made items really achieve the magical effects of an Ocean Treasure? Could the Ocean Treasure’s unique absoluteness be replicated?
"I don’t know either.
I just used an alchemy solution to make two glass bottles and placed them next to the Storm Bottle.
One day, I suddenly noticed sothing unusual about them.
Initially, they could only react to external temperature, but they sohow established a mystical connection with the Storm Bottle.
They are no longer limited to temperature alone; they also have the capability to indicate the weather."
Aiven was also a bit perplexed.
Following a modern world recipe, he had made a "Weather Forecast Bottle" using distilled water, ethanol, potassium nitrate, ammonium chloride, and camphor (each with corresponding alchemical nas in this world), which turned out to have the ability to predict the weather.
Moreover, after days of observation, the accuracy of the comparison chart they created was remarkably high, which was incredible.
However, one can speculate that it is likely due to so unknown, hidden ability of the "Ocean Treasure: Storm Bottle."
"That’s why we need you to conduct a spiritual detection to determine what these man-made objects really are.
What is their reliability? How long can they last?
If they are truly practical, then even during the hurricane season from May to October on the New Continent,
our privateer ships will have more confidence to venture out, significantly reducing the risk of encountering extre weather at sea."
Although feeling sowhat incredulous, the facts were laid bare.
Milan confird that the seemingly lackluster Storm Bottle concealed secrets that his initial detection couldn’t uncover.
If these weather-predicting bottles could be mass-produced, they would have an extraordinary significance for ordinary ships in the fleet and even the shipping industry!
However, when he placed ritual candles on the table, dripped in laurel essential oil, and initiated a full-scale spiritual detection,
he arrived at a result that was both pleasing and alarming.
The man-made Storm Bottles indeed had the sa effect as the treasure Storm Bottle, and could independently operate in different areas.
This magical power most likely originated from the Storm Bottle’s contamination of "similar items."
If placed next to a bottle of plain water or an inactive crystal ball, this invisible ability would not work.
Secondly, the effect of these "man-made Storm Bottles" could only last for half a year. After half a year, they needed to be placed next to the Ocean Treasure for a half-month "recharge" before being usable again.
Most importantly, there was a limit to the power of the Ocean Treasure; this contamination ability could support a maximum of about fifteen at the sa ti.
"That’s already quite good. Although it can’t be widely promoted, given our Dragon Cavalry’s scale, it’s already sufficient for the short term.
I’ll make a few more as quickly as possible so that at least the privateer ships within the Dragon Cavalry can use them."
Aiven didn’t regret it, even if only fifteen "man-made Storm Bottles" could be produced. It imdiately elevated the status of the sowhat lackluster Storm Bottle.
Only true seafarers understand how important an accurate weather forecast is to the mariti enterprise.
Especially when faced with sudden extre weather phenona, such as heavy rainfall, thunderstorms, high winds, hail, tornadoes...
Knowing twelve hours in advance almost ans saving the lives of everyone on board.
"Right, it seems the appointed ti has co."
At this mont, Milan glanced at his pocket watch and reminded Aiven.
Hearing this, Aiven collected the three bottles on the table with a wave and snapped his fingers.
Clap—
The spiritual barrier covering the cursed painting on the captain’s room wall quietly dissipated.
At that mont, the picture in the oil painting also changed simultaneously.
The flute ship originally sinking gradually transford into a curly-haired middle-aged wealthy rchant, adorned with rings on his hands and wearing clothes that, although classical, were evidently of great value.
Seeing Aiven and Milan sitting in the captain’s room, the wealthy rchant not only didn’t show the joy of finally getting a breath of fresh air like other personalities, but seed rather impatient:
"I heard from that busybody Katalov that you need my help?
Everyone’s ti is precious, so show the benefits first.
I’ve only counted the treasures in the vault twice today, and I need to do it three more tis before I can sleep!"
At this mont, what existed in the cursed painting was a painting demon spirit with the personality of Wizard Simpson as the primary and nurous victims as the secondary.
The mad old man, the learned noble artist, the wealth-obsessed rchant, the clumsy thief... After days of observation, Aiven recorded a total of about thirty-three personalities.
After long conversations with Katalov.
Aiven already learned that among the many personalities, the extraordinarily wealth-focused rchant Colif, due to his strong obsession with wealth, also obtained control over Simpson’s shadow secret vault.
And he was evidently the "fool" Aiven needed to sche against the wizard’s vault!
Now, hearing the words he uttered upon appearing, Aiven knew he had found the right person, not needing to say much more.
He opened his palm to reveal the three shining Golden Lions within, and threw them towards the painting under the already glowing gaze of the rchant Colif in the painting.
"Ah, gold coins! All mine!"
Paying no heed to Aiven’s inexplicable act, his eyes were only on those three flipping coins in the air.
He reached out a ring-laden stubby finger from the painting, slicing the air, instantly opening a pitch-black hole on the surface of the oil painting.
It just engulfed the three Golden Lions flying in line, then imdiately closed up and vanished.
The rchant Colif rubbed his hands joyfully.
Who knows how long the vault, unable to move at the bottom of the sea, has lacked new treasures?
"Haha! You gave them to yourselves, and I haven’t agreed to any of your demands. Bye, foolish kids!"
After mocking the two, Colif disappeared, and the image gradually returned to the initial scene of the sinking ship.
Eager to admire the newfound wealth, Colif failed to notice that a slender shadow had slipped into the vault as he opened it to gather the three coins...
Unaware that Aiven wanted him to open the vault door just a bit so that Kaka could sneak in...
"Although I said to find a fool, but this... this guy is way too foolish! Was it really this easy?"
Milan was utterly stunned by Colif’s behavior beside him.
Aiven shrugged; he too wondered why this greed-soaked individual, willing to risk life for a small profit, hadn’t been wiped out by the other personalities.
Maybe one copper fuer would’ve achieved the sa effect...
(Colif: That’s too insulting, at least... two!)
"Let’s wait a bit, Kaka should be..."
Before Aiven could finish talking, a shadow had already erged from the oil painting, transforming into a large black lizard.
"Kaka... Kaka..."
Shaking its head and tail joyfully, seeking Aiven’s acknowledgnt.
Clearly, the heist was successful!
"Hehe..."
Aiven mimicked Colif’s previous gesture, eagerly rubbing his hands to see the shadow school’s Ancient Wizard Simpson’s precious collections.
Placing his hand on Kaka, with its cooperation, he extended his spiritual power into its shadow secret vault.
"Wow, indeed a wealthy person!"
The large amount of spellcasting materials suitable for the shadow school and black witchcraft were secondary, though now invaluable, they weren’t of much concern to affluent Aiven.
But when he saw a crystal bottle surrounded by treasures, his heart instantly raced.
Unable to resist, he directly extracted it from Kaka’s shadow secret vault.
Seeing the crystal bottle, Kaka, lying on the floor, was slightly anxious, both attracted and fearful.
"This is..."
Inside the bottle was two-thirds full of black-red viscous fluid.
In Aiven and Milan’s eyes, it seed like a shadow liquefied into substance. Even after three hundred years, it still emitted dazzling extraordinary spiritual light in the spiritual vision.
Indeed, it retained astonishing vitality!
Exchanging a glance, the two were sowhat incredulous, speaking in unison:
"Shadow Dragon Blood!"
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