"What is this thing?"
Chen Feifan looked at the giant humanoid object dragged out of the sea before him, questioning the Atlanteans.
As soon as he finished asking, he was irritated to remember that he didn't understand the language of Atlantis.
But then, a sentence that he could understand reached his ears.
"This is the treasure of the Atlantean race I was just telling you about."
He looked surprised at the speaker, the very Atlantean who was a rebellious royal advisor.
Chen Feifan suddenly understood. No wonder this guy didn't ask for a translator earlier.
Turns out he had learned the local language long before.
Old fox!
He thought, pointing to the object that the Atlanteans had dragged onto the beach with a transport machine:
"So how do I use this thing?"
"You only need to get inside to operate this Poseidon's Machine."
"Poseidon's Machine?"
Chen Feifan raised an eyebrow, looking at the thing before him with the style of an oversized mechanized outfit of the old days.
