novelraw Chapter 1363 - 688: Speak Your Mind—This Is My Way of Nindo!
Chapter 1363 - 688: Speak Your Mind—This Is My Way of Nindo!
Gazing at the stars, waiting for the moon.
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up again.
Minkler endured day after day, wandering around the coastal park like a modified worker who slipped out of Workshop Zero. He was rescued from the security team several times by Lu Feng after being cursed all the way, and finally waited for the news that Ji Jue could depart.
Then, Minkler's world collapsed...
"What's this?"
At the secret harbor outside New Spring, the smuggling dock, Minkler stared at the rusty, creaky thing in front of him, which seemed to fall apart with a gust of wind, utterly dumbfounded.
Ji Jue calmly replied, "A ship."
"You call this a ship?"
Minkler was almost losing it, raised his hand and knocked on the ship's hull, and the rust shed like rain.
Looking at how a kick would make it fall apart, not to mention heavy winds and waves, if it turns a bit sharply, it might just disintegrate!
Even if you sailed a giant flyer, I would consider you tactically swift!
He stretched out his hand, poked the hull, easily peeled off a large patch of paint, his face turned even paler, "Don't sink before we even get to the Seven Cities!"
"Outrageous, this is our Coast elite forces, strong ships and sharp cannons!"
Ji Jue instantly got angry, "Don't underestimate the goods; I've pulled out my best treasures from the bottom of the chest!"
No matter how much Minkler pleaded, Ji Jue was unyielding; just this one ship, just himself, reinforcement so minimal, take it or leave it, that's all there is!
Otherwise, here's a broken dinghy and two paddles, row yourself back!
Minkler was deeply discontented, looking at the colossal objects being hoisted into the cabin, utterly confused, "…What are these?"
Ji Jue rightfully answered, "Melting Furnaces."
"Do Melting Furnaces look like this?" Minkler was even more troubled, "There are several gaps on them, aren't they older than me?"
"The older the furnace, the greater its spirituality; what do you know? New for three years, old for three years, patched up for another three years, there's merit in being broken, cheap and efficient without waste, it's good enough!"
"Just… just these?"
Minkler watched as the cabin was closed after hoisting was done, waited for heavy hitters but they were nowhere to be found, "Missiles, missiles, where?"
"Didn't you say you didn't want them?" Ji Jue shook his head, "Out of stock, guys are making do with a few rhinos, I'll give you a 20% discount, procurement price."
Damn it, second-hand rhino assault rifles sell wholesale in Thousand Islands at only eight hundred bucks each, coming with two full magazines, while your procurement bill's nineteen grand a piece, not counting accessories, bullets even have to be bought separately, really treating me as the big fool!
Minkler choked up a mouthful of old blood, breathed heavily, closed his eyes with a deep breath, "Alright, fine, just call it bundled goods… Any torpedoes?"
"Why torpedoes, aren't you fighting Disaster Beasts?"
Ji Jue wondered aloud, "I prepared twenty fishing rods, that should be more than enough, right?"
Minkler was silent.
Didn't speak.
Quietly looked at the mooring lines tied to the dock, suddenly had the urge to hang himself on them.
Anyway it's just death; if I change into red clothes and die in front of Ji Jue, maybe I could haunt him as an Evil Ghost!
But thinking Ji Jue is a craftsman only made it worse.
Even if I become a ghost to seek him out, this damned guy would probably laugh out loud.
Good heavens, materials delivered straight to the door!
Might as well jump into the sea and end it all now, at least it's clean and simple.
Thus, a rusty, creaking shabby ship, carrying a craftsman who seemed to bring nothing on an outing, a cannon fodder with a dead heart drowning in tears, and a cabin full of cheap Melting Furnaces departed with a wheezing start.
With a series of ship vibrations, like a tractor, violently rocking, puffing black smoke, an ancient relic perhaps dragged out from some obscure corner of the shipyard, it headed towards the bleak end of the sea.
Gradually, the land vanished from sight.
All around were dark blue and iron grey mixed seas, in the silence, only the unbearable roaring of the overloaded engine remained, the hull creaked and transformed under the assault of the waves, and the gurgling sounds of water flooding the cabin...
Thinking about it, isn't my dim path ahead just like this broken ship?
Minkler couldn't hold back and wailed!
"Better off dead!"
He pointed at Ji Jue, choking with sadness and indignation, "Old Ji, I never short-changed you a penny, always paid double for your stuff without caring about the cost, you could at least… Even if you lack humanity, at least as a craftsman you need to have some conscience… Even without conscience you… I… I…"
The once indignant accusation was stuck, and the more he argued, the more stuck he got, in the end utterly unspeakable.
Facing a craftsman infamous for having no decency, no morals, and no conscience, any accusation was futile; he only regretted blindly choosing to seek help at the coast, and falling into the plight of being toyed with by Ji Jue.
"Hey, Old Ming, what are you thinking? In life and doing things, you can't just look at appearances!"
Ji Jue sighed softly, advising sincerely, "That's where you fail to recognize a good thing; do you understand what it means for divine objects to conceal themselves, and essence to be modest? I'm telling you; if you don't know the technical content of this ship, I could dismiss it as your shortsightedness, if you understood even a little, it would be as insignificant as a mayfly seeing the vast sky..."
"See fart!"
Minkler completely broke down, couldn't resist stamping his foot, and as he stamped, the shipboard underfoot fractured with a creak, the sound reverberating, and both fell silent.