The idea of a prank was immediately rejected. Jenkins didn't want to use his precious cat to test what was in the river. Although Chocolate can swim, cats are not used for fishing.
"Speaking of which, you don't seem to like fish very much."
Jenkins held the bar in his right hand and rubbed the back of Chocolate with his left.
"Meow~"
This is a positive response to Jenkins.
"It's not bad if you don't like fish. It's easy to get stuck by fish bones. You are so small, it's easy to scratch your esophagus if you get stuck."
"Meow~"
Chocolate squirmed for a while, allowing Jenkins to easily touch its head, which was a kind of coquettish performance.
"Speaking of fish, when my father and I went to church yesterday morning, we rescued the girl wearing a fish-shaped hairpin. I don't know what happened to her afterwards, and I have never seen her."
The chocolate under his hand shook for a while, his little head rested on the deck, and he tilted his head and looked at Jenkins quietly, suspecting that Jenkins was probing... No, this is not a probing anymore, the cat suspects that Jenkins is teasing her.
I finally saw Jenkins' face, but there was no strange expression on his face. He was looking at the fishing rod in his hand intently, and it seemed that what he said just now really seemed to be said inadvertently.
"Meow~"
Of course Chocolate knows that this is definitely not an unintentional remark, and Jenkins is definitely making fun of it.
So he stood up from Jenkins's hands, and wanted to lie on his lap, and test Jenkins' attitude now.
But before the chocolate successfully reached the "destination", the fishing rod in Jenkins' hand began to shake.
He stood up suddenly, grasping the fishing rod with both hands at the same time and trying to pull it up. But the thing hooked by the hook is quite strong. Because the metal fishing rod has no anti-slip texture, and Jenkins did not wear anti-slip gloves, the fishing rod almost dropped into the water.
"No matter what I'm hooking, it can't be a fish."
He thought in his heart, and prayed to Ovia, the fishing line must not be broken.
Backing away while trying to drag things under the water out of the water. The only experience left by the original owner's fishing memory is that when pulling the line, he can loosen and tighten the fish's physical strength.
This kind of experience is actually useful for the things caught at the moment. After less than ten minutes of stalemate with each other, Jenkins felt the opponent's strength weakening.
And just when he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to pull back all the fishing lines in one go, there was an inexplicable piercing sound from under the boat, and then a black electric arc rushed towards Jenkins' hands along the metal fishing line.
He subconsciously wanted to let go of the fishing rod, but he held it tight immediately, watching the black arc hit his arm.
Burnt black marks immediately appeared on the back of the hand, and at the same time, the two hands that were originally stable trembled uncontrollably.
"It's not lightning! What is it?"
He was taken aback, but this scene was not too bad for all the things he encountered today. Even though the black arcs continued to run upwards along the fishing rod, he still held on to the fishing rod and stepped back quickly.
Finally, before losing all feeling in his arm, Jenkins jerked his fishing rod up. Accompanied by the sound of heavy objects being pulled out of the water, a dark mass was pulled at the end of the fishing line, pulled up from the water, and then fell to the deck.
Without thinking about it, Jenkins bent down to pick up the Star Demon Sword, and then threw it violently, nailing the black weed-like thing to the deck.
It really is a living thing, even if it is nailed by the magic sword, it still keeps struggling.
"This is not a human head, is it?"
The black aquatic plants did look like human long hair, but fortunately, after getting close, it was a fish.
It was difficult for Jenkins to describe the fish covered with black beard and hair in words. When he saw the beard and hair protruding from the scales of the fish, shaking like a parasite, he felt like vomiting. This is not because the opponent's mental pollution ability is strong, it is simply that Jenkins cannot accept this structure.
He stopped the curious chocolate who came to take a look, and made a movement of holding the sword with his right hand. As the fire spread from the palm of his hand, a large spiral sword whose body was ignited appeared in his hand.
After the hunting suit man in front of the furnace transformed the sword into a boon, its shape didn't change much, so Jenkins slammed the sword at the rotting fish with black beard and hair.
"I'm afraid I won't be eating fish again for a long time."
He thought about it while pounding it, but because he ignored the high temperature of the spiral sword, and the high temperature would heat the carrion of the fish. So when the damp and polluted air suddenly smelled of burnt meat and then burnt hair, Jenkins almost vomited.
The spiral sword had no edge, but after so many blows with Jenkins' strength, the fish finally stopped moving.
Jenkins found a pair of gloves from the backpack, then pulled out the magic sword, and squatted down to pick up the squashed fish that was unexpectedly not torn apart. Unexpectedly, at this time, the fish flicked its tail and took off in place, twisting its body in the air, as if it wanted to hit Jenkins' head with its tail.
The strength of the fish is not great, but the black electric light accumulated in the tail of the fish has to be guarded against.
Fortunately, Jenkins was prepared, and when the opponent "jumped", he grabbed the sword and stabbed at him. This time, the sword pierced the fish's head, and it finally remained motionless.
"Meow~"
Chocolate hid behind Jenkins' right leg, just sticking out his small head and staring at the big amber eyes, watching the scene curiously.
Jenkins stooped to pick it up and put it back on his shoulder:
"I'm really not used to not having you on my shoulders."
He didn't immediately give this strange-looking fish to the guy who asked for it, but simply dissected it with his sword. Since I want to know the background of this world, besides asking these refugees, I should also be able to find clues in the objects and creatures here.
The scales and skin of that fish were extremely tough, the magic sword couldn't even cut open the flesh of the fish easily, it could only do it with force like nailing the fish. Jenkins was too lazy to waste his energy, and finally took the broken Holy Sword of White Bone to cut open the fish. But just as Jenkins was about to see the guts of the fish, a thunderbolt of black lightning sputtered from the wound where the broken sword had penetrated:
"Huh? Why is it not blood, but black..."
The fish exploded, and black arcs shot out wildly, hitting all around, starting with Jenkins. This arc is not pure lightning, and therefore is not manipulated by natural forces. The lightning was dazzling, and Jenkins gritted his teeth, and kicked the exploded thing from the gap in the fence to the bottom of the boat.
First, there was a splashing sound, and then there was a muffled sound, and even the boat shook amidst the harsh sound of metal deformation, making Jenkins almost think that the boat would capsize.
The metal heads on the chairs laughed and watched the scene, while the refugees on the edge of the deck screamed together, proving that they were all alive.
"How silly of me not to think a fish would explode."
Jenkins, who was lying on the deck, got up after confirming his safety. After checking that the chocolate was not injured, he went to check whether his luggage was lost. Finally, he looked regretfully at the water surface hidden in the fog. Instead of getting any information, he even lost a fish. Although the fishing rod is still there, you can continue to fish, but the time wasted will never come back.
The boat shook for a while before it stabilized again, and Jenkins returned to the front of the deck to continue fishing.
Because of the first experience, I knew that the fish would be hooked soon, so this time I did not sit down, but stood up to fish.
Sure enough, after only five minutes, he felt something pulling the fishing line again, but this time the force was obviously much weaker.
"Isn't it the kind of fish just now? That's right, since it's a river, of course there's not only one kind of fish."
Whether it was or not, Jenkins gripped his rod and backed away. After "wrestling" with the second fish through the fishing line for several minutes, he raised the fishing rod again and pulled the exhausted fish up.
Even though he was prepared in his heart, Jenkins couldn't help but look away when he saw the upper body of a fish and the lower body of an octopus tentacles.
After nailing the fish to death, he tried to dissect the fish again, but he gave up the plan when he found that the other's "skin" was almost as strong as the previous one.
"Although this fish has not shown the ability to emit black lightning, the possibility of this thing exploding is still not small, and I can't waste time."
He skewered the fish with his magic sword and walked up to the guy who asked for it. Hearing Jenkins' footsteps, the thin man finally raised his head, revealing his skinny face:
"Fish, I want fish!"
He opened his hand to touch Jenkins' sword, not caring if the sword's curse spread over him immediately. The fish was removed from Jenkins' sword, and then with an expression of abnormal frenzy on his face, he raised his head and grew his mouth.
The corners of the mouth were split and opened to an area larger than his head, deforming the entire head. Then the man threw the fish into his mouth, and his face and mouth slowly returned to their original state:
"That's great, is there any more?"
The normal face looked at Jenkins expectantly, and Jenkins looked at the shape of the "fish" stuck in the opponent's neck:
"Promise me, you must not die before you give me the information."
He whispered, regardless of the other party's answer, and then went to catch the next fish.
I just walked a few steps, and before I remembered to pick up the fishing rod, I frowned and stopped.
Turning his head to look around the deck of the ship, the water vapor permeated the surroundings, and Jenkins noticed that the scope of vision seemed to shrink.
When he first came to the boat, he was still able to see a large area of buildings on both sides of the river through the thick fog around the boat. But when he picked up the fishing rod for the third time, the number of buildings in the complex decreased significantly.
Fog is surrounding us.