Chapter 2358 Master Dewey’s Magical Gadget

At the end of the island, on the top of the rock wall, a giant magic airship with a capacity of tens of thousands of passengers stands on it. From a distance, it just looks like a big stone standing on the edge of the cliff.

There are so many rock and sea cliffs like this on this island.

And this island turned out to be only part of the former body of Flame Devourer Antoun.

One can imagine how big Antoun's body is.

Perhaps it is not much different from the size of the giant sky-curtain beast recorded in historical documents.

Speaking of the behemoth of the Sky Curtain, I think of the disaster named Lotus.

But, is Lotus really a disaster?

I asked myself softly, and at the same time, the figure of Tyrannosaurus King Bakar appeared in my mind.

"Haha, it must be another lie made up by human beings themselves." I laughed endlessly.

Human beings always like to attribute things that they cannot understand to unsolved things, and some of the organisms with incredible power will be named disasters.

For example, the name of the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar by the Celestials, or the name of Di Ruiji by the humans in the sewer mural of Airei City. Perhaps, Lotus's name of disaster was also given by this.

If humans could communicate well with other races from the beginning, perhaps the tragedy of Lotus would not have happened, and the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar could also work hand in hand with the Sky Tribe to develop more high-end technological products, the Flame Antune the Devourer will not give up in despair.

They can definitely join forces to fight against those with evil intentions who want to murder Zephyr Continent.

However, all this only exists in ‘if’.

It is impossible for human beings to coexist calmly with the strong. They must either succumb to the strong and willingly become dependents or even slaves, or they can rise up and resist, under the banner of 'Give me freedom or give me death', and go to death one after another. , just to overthrow the throne of the strong, there is a group of people who pretend to succumb to the strong, but then stab the strong in the back. After the strong is overthrown, they transform one by one and become great and upright existences, ha, ridiculous.

Only a very small number of people can live in harmony with any kind of creature with the most peaceful mentality, as I thought.

However, there are too few such people, so few that they are insignificant, and so few that they are almost extinct.

Therefore, every time I think of the conversation between Flame Devourer Antuun and human adventurers, I always feel so sad. It is clear that as long as we communicate calmly, all misunderstandings will be solved.

However, there is always a little difference, just a little difference.

With a deep sigh, I straightened my expression and mood, and approached the airship with a smile.

The old driver was sitting on the edge of the cliff smoking, while other staff were sitting or leaning on each other, chatting in the shade.

"The young master is here!"

One person saw it and shouted first.

The rest of the people immediately stood up from the ground, lined up in several rows, and stood in proper order. When I walked in, they all bowed and said, "Thank you for your hard work, young master!"

I waved my hand and said, "It's not hard work. You should be busy with whatever you have to do. You have rest today and tomorrow and will go home the day after tomorrow."

The crowd burst into joy and cheered in low voices. After I walked away, they returned to their lazy state, staggering one by one, not looking as capable as usual.

But this is good. Rest, and you should look like you are resting. You can't be as nervous as a taut bowstring. How is it appropriate to look like that?

Sitting side by side with an experienced driver, the latter offered me a cigarette, but I declined.

"Have you met the real owner?" he asked.

I nodded: "I see."

"Nothing dangerous happened, right?" he asked again.

"Fortunately, I have this with me." As I spoke, I reached into my pocket, but suddenly found that the dragon scales were missing. I frowned, thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered, oh, by the way, the dragon scales were sucked away by Antuen. Not only did he laugh at himself and said: "Thanks to the thing I brought, it didn't attack me."

After taking a deep breath and blowing out a smoke ring as if enjoying it, the old driver said meaningfully: "Young master, like the old master, always carries magical gadgets that can save the day in critical moments."

I suddenly became interested: "Oh? Tell me, what magical things did my adoptive father use to save himself from danger?"

The old driver thought for a while, flicked the ash from his cigarette, and said, "There are too many. They are all weird things that the old man tinkered with, but most of the time, gold coins are used."

"Gold coins?" I asked.

"Yes, gold coins!" he emphasized.

I instantly lost interest: "How can a gold coin be considered a magical thing?"

"Young Master, I don't agree with what you said." The old driver shook his head, made a circle with his thumb and index finger, and said, "Have you ever thought about why you can't eat, drink, or keep warm like this? By ordering something, you can exchange for food, liquor, clothing and housing? If you think about it this way, you will understand what I mean."

I nodded perfunctorily: "That makes sense. Gold coins are truly the most magical thing."

A veteran like the old driver would naturally know that I was perfunctory with him, but he didn't want to expose it. After all, I was his young master. He would only go against me unless he got tired of the work, or he thought he had too much money.

After being silent for a while, he opened a new topic: "Young Master, the Lord of the Forbidden Land, how old is he?"

"Big" I pointed to the ground, and then pointed to the distance: "These islands are all its body."

"Ouch!" The old driver's eyes widened. He had never thought that such a huge creature could exist. He swallowed subconsciously and murmured: "Oh my God, it's almost half the size of Fort Vicky." .”

"It's not that big." I shook my head. "The next time you fly to Fort Vic, take a closer look and you'll find that Fort Vic is much bigger than you think. It's even different from Darcy City. Not much."

"Really?" He curled his lips with a look of disbelief: "Young Master, please don't trust me. Dasay City is the country with the largest land area in the Zephyr Continent, and we, Fort Vicky, are ranked third or fourth? Up?"

"If it's just the surface area, Vicky Castle is indeed only a little more than half of Dashay City. But we Vicky Castle people don't live on the surface, but underground. This underground area is huge, enough to be compared with Comparable to Dashai City.”

"Hey, young master, you know so much," the old driver complimented.

It can be seen that he just wants to compliment me. I want to ask an experienced driver who drives a magic airship and soars in the blue sky. Does he know common sense issues such as the size of his country?

Absolutely impossible!

But since he sincerely complimented me, I would accept his compliment generously.

Smiling slightly, I said: "Just average, third in the world."

"May I ask, young master, who are the number one and number two in the world?"

"The second best person in the world is my adoptive father - Master Dewey."

"Hiss, there really is the best in the world!" The old driver said indignantly: "Young master, who dares to say that he is more knowledgeable than the old master! Me, me, I will cut him to pieces!"

"You go ahead" I said with a smile and waved my hands.

He looked fierce: "You haven't told me who he is yet."

"Well, you know him."

"Who?"

"The God of Creation."

The old driver shriveled immediately, like a sun-dried tomato.