Chapter 2358: Master Dewey's magical stuff

At the end of the island, on the top of the rock wall, a giant magic airship carrying tens of thousands of passengers stands on it. From a distance, it looks only like a big rock standing on the edge of the cliff.
And the cliffs and sea cliffs like this, on this island, are unknown.
And this island turned out to be just part of the former body of the Flame Devourer Anthun.
One can imagine how big Antoun's body is.
Perhaps the size of the Skyshroud Giant Beast recorded in historical documents is not much different.
Speaking of the Skyshroud Behemoth, I think of the calamity named Rotes.
But Rotes, is it really a disaster?
I asked myself softly, and at the same time, the figure of Tyrannosaurus King Bakar emerged in my mind.
"Oh, it must be another lie made up by human beings" I sneered.
Human beings always like to attribute things they can't understand to unsolved things, and some of the organisms with incredible powers will be called disasters.
For example, the name of the celestial people for the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, and the name of the mankind for Di Ruiji in the sewer murals of Ere City, perhaps, the name of Rotes is also given by this.
If humans can communicate well with other races since the beginning, perhaps Rotes’ tragedy will not happen, and Tyrannosaurus King Bakar can also go hand in hand with the Celestials to develop more high-end technological products, flames. The Devourer Antoun will not give up in despair.
They can work together to fight against bad intentions and want to murder the existence of Hefeng Continent.
However, all of this only exists in ‘if’.
It is impossible for human beings to live peacefully and coexisting with the strong. They either succumb to the strong and willingly act as attachments, or even slaves, or rise up to resist, under the banner of'freedom, give me death', and go to death. , Just to overthrow the throne of the strong, there is a group of people who pretend to give in to the strong, but they stabbed in the back. After the strong is overthrown, they all change and become the existence of great light, huh, ridiculous.
Only a very small number of people will live in harmony with any kind of creature in the most peaceful state of mind as I thought.
However, such people are too few and too few, few to little, few to almost extinct.
Therefore, every time I think of the dialogue between the Flame Devourer Anthun and the human adventurer, I always feel so sad. It is clear that all misunderstandings will be easily solved as long as the heart is calm to communicate.
However, there is always a little difference, just a little bit.
With a deep sigh, I sorted out my expressions, sorted out my mood, and smiled and approached the airship.
The old driver was sitting on the edge of the cliff smoking, and other staff members were sitting or leaning, chatting in the shade.
"Young Master is here!"
One person saw it and shouted first.
The others waited, and immediately stood up from the ground, lined up in a few rows, and stood well. When I walked in, they all bowed and said, "You have worked hard!"
I waved my hand: "It's not hard, what should you do, rest today and tomorrow, and leave home the day after tomorrow."
Everyone was overjoyed, cheering in a low voice, and when I was far away, they returned to their lazy state, one by one, they were not as capable as usual.
But this is good. Rest. You should have a rest. You can't be as tense as a tight bowstring. How proper is that?
Sitting side by side with the old driver, the latter handed me a cigarette, but I declined.
"Have you seen the Lord?" he asked.
I nodded: "I saw it."
"Nothing dangerous is happening, right?" He asked again.
"Fortunately, with this" I stretched into my pocket when I was talking, but suddenly found that the dragon scales were gone, frowned, thought for a while, and suddenly remembered, oh, yes, the dragon scales were sucked away by Antoun. Not only laughed at himself, and said, "Thanks to the thing I brought, it didn't attack me."
Taking a deep breath, and vomiting a smoke ring as if enjoying himself, the old driver said meaningfully: "The young master, like the old master, always carries magical gadgets that can be used in critical moments."
I suddenly became interested: "Oh? Let me tell you, what magical things my foster father has used to save himself?"
The old driver thought for a while, flicked the ashes, and said: "Too many, they are all weird things that his old man himself invented, but more often, he uses gold coins."
"Gold coins?" I asked.
"Yes, gold coins!" he emphasized.
I instantly lost my interest: "How can gold coins be considered magical things?"
"Young Master, I don't agree with what you said." The old driver shook his head, circled his thumb and index finger into a circle, and said: "Have you ever thought about it, why can't you neither eat, drink nor keep warm?" You can get food, spirits, clothing, and housing with just one thing? You can understand what I mean when you think about it."
I nodded perfunctorily: "It makes sense, gold coins are indeed the most magical thing."
An old driver like an old fritters naturally knew that I was playing him, but he didn't want to expose it. After all, I was his young master. Unless I was tired of work or too much money, he would fight against me.
After being silent for a while, he opened a new topic: "Young Master, Lord of the Forbidden Land, is it big?"
"Big" I pointed to the ground, and then to the distance: "These islands are all its bodies."
"Oh!" The old driver's eyes widened. He had never thought that such a huge creature would exist. He subconsciously swallowed and murmured: "I'm a mother, it's almost half the size of Fort Vitch. ."
"Not that big" I shook my head: "When you fly to Fort Witchcock next time, take a closer look and you will find that Fort Witchcock is much larger than you think, and it is even different from Darcy City. Not much."
"Is there?" He curled his lips with a face of unbelief: "Young Master, you don't fool me. Dasai City is the country with the largest area of ​​the Hefeng Continent, and Fort Vitch is ranked third and third... .. or fourth?"
"If it's just the surface area, Fort Witchie is indeed only a little more than half of Dasay City, but the people of Fort Witchie don't live on the surface, but underground. This underground area is so big that it can match Dasai City is comparable."
"Hey, young master, you know so much," the old driver complimented.
It can be seen that he is purely trying to compliment me. How can an old driver flying a magic airship flying in the blue sky not know the common sense question of his own land area?
Definitely impossible!
But since he sincerely compliments me, then I will openly accept his compliment.
With a slight smile, I said, "Average, third in the world."
"Dare to ask Young Master, who are the number one and number two in the world?"
"The second in the world is my foster father-Master Dewey."
"Hey, it's really No. 1 in the world!" The old driver filled with indignation: "Young master, who, dare to say that he is more knowledgeable than the old master! I, I, I, I will cut him off!"
"Go ahead" I smiled and waved.
He looked fierce: "You haven't told me who he is."
"Well, you know."
"Who?"
"The God of Creation."
The old driver immediately wilted, like dried eggplants.
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