"...If only my colleagues back on Earth had been as earnest as this guy."
Muttering to himself, Ian said somewhat helplessly, "Anyway, after you crush the wooden box, throw its contents into the sea and wait for about ten minutes, then an Ironclad Shark will come."
"This Ironclad Shark can understand human speech. You tell it to head to the areas around Sigh Cliff. At that time, it should definitely sense the signal I release and converge with me."
Having said this, Ian watched for any change in Scott's expression, then somewhat dejectedly realized that the Iron Folk before him showed not the slightest surprise, astonishment, or incredulity—as if the idea of an Ironclad Shark understanding human speech and the ensuing plan for a rendezvous was not worth any surprise or curiosity at all.
"That's pretty much it. Do you have any other questions?" Ian asked, handing the wooden box in his arms to the other person.
