Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 806: Chapter 803: The Astute Agatha

After departing the border curtain and embarking on this prolonged “Journey to the End of the World,” the crew members of Homeloss and the Brilliant Starship have gradually formed a new and tacit connection. Sometimes, people from the two ships visit each other; sometimes they share what they have; in most cases, Ai Yi is the bridge facilitating communication between the two vessels—and these connections, along with the “everyday” built upon them, seem to be quietly becoming an anchor for the “humanity” within every person onboard.

Because they are far away from the civilized world, far from crowds and society, the travelers particularly need human interaction—when the mist at the end of the world envelopes everything, being able to confirm each other’s existence in the fog becomes particularly important.

Nina, Sherry, and the others, who were originally gathered in the dining hall, disappeared in the blink of an eye, each carrying their own knives, forks, and bowls (Sherry firmly brought her large bowl) and a cheerful mood. The scene quickly became quiet, leaving only Duncan sitting at the table, watching helplessly, with a wry smile, at the pot of sticky, bubbling “soup” and a pile of charred items resembling food.

After a while, he shook his head, muttering to himself, “I wonder how Morris dealt with eating during his adventures when he was young… Could it be he just relied on his digestive system to struggle through?”

No sooner had he spoken, than he saw the figure of Agatha reflected on a shiny soup spoon at the edge of the table: “I have heard him talk about this—One third of the time gnawing on dry rations, one third foraging whatever is available, the remaining third transforming himself into his casting form and drinking engine oil and nibbling molten metal, entrusting the physical part to the gods…”

Duncan: “…Sounds like something he would do.”

Agatha shrugged, “I can understand all these, but he once told me that he was stuck in a Profound Rift for weeks, and he came out thinking the taste of a carrion crow was not bad—that kind of credibility, in my opinion, definitely has a question mark.”

Before Agatha could finish speaking, the metaphorical question mark had already transferred to Duncan’s forehead—he was listening in astonishment and couldn’t help blurting out: “Eating Profound Demons raw?! Don’t… Do those things even have flesh?”