Probably this is it, isn't it? Not very sure, Vicor muttered, took his pipe away from his mouth, and shouted at the soldiers, "All right, let's stop the ship!"

One of the heralds nodded, and then rushed forward and said something loudly to the soldier at the helm. So just as Vicol was still thinking about why these men were still able to sail, the rudder slowly stabilized and the ship came to a complete stop.

"Are you sure it's around here?" staring at the lighthouse for a while, Odysse turned his head and faced the snow crow, "It's cold enough in the sea, don't go down in vain for a while." ”

"It should be fine. Nodding hesitantly, Vicol took a deep breath and turned into the utility room where the stove was burning. After closing the door, the snow crow took off his clothes and shivered: It's really cold.

You have to take off all your clothes, otherwise you will get soaked when you go into the sea. At that time, the cold and soaked clothes will be difficult to deal with when they come ashore.

So he took off his clothes until he was only in his underwear, and the snow crow took out the bottle of fish oil and took a deep breath: I don't know if the fish oil I refined is still effective? After so many years of not hunting and fishing, these housekeeping skills have long been forgotten.

Even, if it weren't for the temptation of this mission, Vicol would have forgotten about the magical hot spring glacier at all.

Let's not take this off...... Pinching the crow emblem around his neck, Vicol took one last puff of his pipe and placed it securely beside his clothes. While unscrewing the lid of the fish oil, Vicol unconsciously thought about one thing: If there is nothing at the bottom of the sea, how can this be explained?

Damn, it's shameful enough to almost get hacked to death in the dungeon last time. Despite cheering myself up, Vicor had to face the fact that he hadn't gone wrong with his big mission since he became a snow crow. Naturally, he didn't want to make any mess here.

It doesn't matter if it's vanity, it's dignity. What was in front of Vicor was a living waste of money: a morning's boat rental, 1 euro silver and 4 carters. That's 1300 fars. The price of liquid fire is even more outrageous: there are three cans of 2 euro each.

...... However, I always feel like I have been slaughtered by profiteers. Because he told Vicol that buy two get one free. So I ordered three cans for 4 euros. But isn't this thing notoriously expensive? Since it's really so precious, how can it be possible to engage in such a frenzied marketing method as "buy two get one free"? Wouldn't it be a loss?

If this thing is fake, I promise to kill him...... Holding his breath, Vicol endured the foul-smelling fish oil and applied it carefully and evenly: maybe the liquid fire was only worth 1.3 euros.

As for why it costs 2 euros to buy a single bottle, most of it is because the profiteers are playing psychological warfare: only a fool will buy a single bottle and not choose a set. With such a disparity in price, people who only need one can will buy two cans and think they've made money – even though they're paying exactly what they would pay for three cans on the market.

As soon as any magic item arrives in the Permafrost, it becomes extremely expensive, and as soon as someone who knows the market asks for a bargain with a profiteer, the latter will start arguing with you about things like shipping and storage fees that are actually already in the budget of the commodity.

It was only when he was lost in thought that he was embarrassed to realize that the fish oil had been reduced: although it had roughly doubled the amount since he was a child. But the surface area of your skin is still seriously underestimated.

Why didn't I make two more bottles?!Did I have something wrong with my brain?!

The fish oil that Vicor boiled at home yesterday was intended to be made and shown off to Morse, but it turned out that Uncle Blacksmith had already taken the door out of nowhere, leaving a puddle of vomit outside the door. Later, even Vicor found the smell too disgusting, so he fled the house himself and opened the windows to deflate.

Damn, what's going on? After taking all the fish oil out of the vial, Snow Crow had to sip as much fish oil as he could with a bitter face. Relying on this practice of tearing down the east wall and making up the west wall, he reluctantly smeared the fish oil evenly on his lower body: it was almost done. If you do a good warm-up, it should be enough to cope with the sea water of dozens of degrees below zero.

Inadvertently, Vicol suddenly thought to the most comical thought: if I looked in the mirror now, I would definitely look oily. After this trip, you have to wash your body well. A conservative estimate is that you have to change three buckets of water.

So after a tense warm-up session, Vicol finally took the liquid fire in his hand and reached out to take a few more puffs of his almost extinguished pipe. However, when he realized that he had oil on his hands, he reluctantly gave up: soiling the pipe was not worth anything.

The length of the chain of the emblem is relatively short, so it will not accidentally float away after going into the sea...... Touching the silver-white oval emblem, Vicol remembered Morse's words: this ornament is a silver-plated alloy, and after wearing it for a long time, the surface will inevitably oxidize. After a while, it won't be so bright.

After taking a deep breath to muster up his courage, Vicol strode out of the room, greeted the cold wind rushing towards him. The feeling of not feeling cold suddenly made the snow crow feel something strange and incredible: this kind of skin touch was really something that I hadn't experienced in a long time. It's really nostalgic.

"Is this that kind of fish oil? It's the first time I've seen it. Look at what you're wearing, even I'm cold. Furthermore...... The boy is very muscular. Surveying Vicor's abs with a new eye, Odyssey was amazed: "But it seems that there are no fishermen who can go into the water to catch fish these days." They are all fished directly with nets. ”

"Well, so this thing is basically lost. It is a kind of fat refining from the body of a big fish called glacial fish by old fishermen. This fish can only be caught in glaciers, and I bet many people haven't eaten it. Shrugging his shoulders, Vicol smiled and said, "I originally planned to sell this fish oil for a living when I get old, but now it seems that the market is not very good." ”

"That's nature. Today's young people are all spoiled by the guys in the land of the warm sun, and they are becoming less and less resistant to frost. With a snort, Odesi, whose already gray hair was covered with snow, was full of disdain: "The son of ice, you should not be afraid to freeze in ice!"

No, I think I'm going to die...... Smiling awkwardly, Vicor gripped the jar tightly: in order to prevent it from falling to the ground due to the lubrication of the fish oil, the snow crow had scraped the fish oil in his palm, leaving only a small bit.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but the evidence of the excellent effect of fish oil is overwhelming: the palm of the hand feels a chill and stiffens in the cold wind. There were even two times when I almost didn't hold the liquid fire.