After submitting the official document, Owen Bertram walked out again with his hands behind his back.
Military officers on patrol in the outpost had grown accustomed to Chief Flag's casual attitude to retreat, as if it were just a game:
Retreat, I'm going in.
Retreat, I'm going out again.
An officer politely asked, "Are you going out, sir?"
Owen Bertram nodded, "To feed the fish."
The officers exchanged puzzled glances, to feed the fish?
Owen Bertram strolled to the Riverside, secretly checking the entire Heavenly Eye system along the way to make sure no one was following him. Then he took out the remaining magical instruments from last time, scattering them into the river.
He couldn't feed the Little Loach treasure materials this time, as he needed to keep them for himself.
Little Loach leaped out, opened its mouth and swallowed up all sorts of magical instruments. Then it affectionately came ashore, rubbing its elder brother's trouser legs, wanting more.
