Through Myurah, thirty workers were hired to work within the ship. They were given wages better than the market price, not to mention the non-disclosure form they were made to sign.
So legally, their actions were well within the boundaries of the law. These thirty workers were enough, acting as a blood farm, out of whom sixty syringes worth would be extracted daily.
The plan was simple. Thirty syringes would be used to cater to the guests of high society while the rest would be stored for future use. This was the fastest method to gain a semblance of power and authority in this world, which was what Iota was doing now.
He currently had two objectives. First was to care about his golden goose, Dullip. This entire endeavour was created to get clues about that.
The Second was about his darling childhood friend, Spring. Even now, despite his best efforts, he couldn't even scheme against her, all thanks to the Stigma that had been placed on him. But, that was only limited to him.
If one of the people dependent on him were to…by mistake, kill Spring, then there was nothing he could do about it, right? Especially when he wasn't even aware of that happening, it couldn't be helped.
Within an hour, the blood collection was completed and the workers returned to their tasks. They worked on decorating the ship to cater to their guests. Arranging tables and chairs, stocking up food, drinks, etc.
Iota observed the ship from its mast, making a mental tally of its structure as he gazed at its blueprint—handed to him by Myurah.
A few seconds later, he smiled contently, "This is a 42-metre-long and 19-metre-wide behemoth with more than fifty rooms meant for all sorts of tasks. It runs on Wharu City's Harribean Oil. With a fuel capacity of 250,000 litres, it can remain on the move for more than four months. Its cruise speed is slow, but it compensates for it with a stronger hull."
'This world has fuel but it seems it's only applicable to ships. That's somewhat strange.' Thinking as such, Iota entered his cabin, one situated at the ship's deepest point. The room spanned a height of five metres, but with a length of eight metres and a breadth of six metres, it was a spacious room, especially for a ship.
The three crates had been moved there as Iota arrived within the room and locked the door securely. The room was stuffy as it was actually under sea level, so there were no windows.
As for lighting, a luminescent creature had been encased within a glass sphere. It was the size of his fist, shaped like a frog. It was currently asleep, causing its entire body to glow with a bluish-white light, gently illuminating the room.
Rave Beast—Buddulp!
The intensity of the light wasn't high. When in proximity of the Buddulp, one could even read scrolls comfortably, but a bit farther away, it would only strain the eye. But as it was foolish to start a fire within the ship, this was the only other alternative.
Moreover, the rest of the workers didn't have access to a Buddulp, only rented out to them when necessary. After all, it cost 12,000 Robu, an exorbitant sum.
But for Myurah, it was just a cheap accessory. Well, for someone from an establishment that charged 800 Robu for a jar of tea, 12,000 Robu wasn't anything worth mentioning.
"Anywhere there is an abundance, the value of things collapses." Muttering as such, Iota arrived before the first crate and opened it, smiling as he patted the entity within, "You can come out now."
The mane of the entity fluttered as it slowly uncurled and stood tall. It was the Kjallar with the hammer shell. It was equivalent to a Spirit in power, so Iota brought it with him.
He then opened the second crate, smiling at the Kjallar with the blade shell within, "You can come out too."
This Kjallar had been roaming in the vicinity of his cave. So, once he turned the Priests into drug addicts, they targeted it and subdued it. Adding his first Kjallar to the battle made things easier.
Thanks to that, he now had two Kjallars. The group had sustained injuries during the fight but it wasn't anything too serious. With enough injections, they recovered.
The two Kjallars stood to the side and behaved like statues. Iota opened the third crate, staring at the three Shamans within.
It was no longer wise to let them out into the open, especially since Keyn Garobu had seen them with him. So, they were stuck here until their situation was resolved.
"Feeding the two Kjallars is your task." Iota stared at them, "The regular workers here won't notice that you are Shamans. But despite that, exercise caution."
The three Shamans mingled with the workers and took up tasks within the ship as Iota arrived at the room where Yuddu was arranging the syringes.
"We've collected all sixty, sir," Yuddu said the moment Iota arrived.
"Let's see how effective they are," Iota injected a syringe's contents into himself and focused, observing an amplification to his strength the most. "This individual is strength-based."
Iota took out a scroll and wrote down the details, including the name of the person that sourced the blood. Yuddu had arranged everything systematically, so it was easy to tally the results.
Two hours later, once he had ejected the foreign blood in his body, Iota injected a second syringe, muttering after a minute, "There's an overall body amplification."
He stared at Yuddu, "Note this person. His blood is more valuable than the rest."
In regular intervals, Iota began to experiment with the blood varieties, smiling when he sensed the effect of a certain syringe, "This guy…is good."
Iota didn't perceive any amplification to his body, whether it be in strength, agility, toughness, etc. But, he felt his injuries healing a tad faster, which meant the dominant trait of the individual—that was the source of the blood—was his healing prowess.
"Make a note of him, and…" Iota muttered after a thought, "Look into his family. It'll be better if there are more of them like him."
He stared at the details of the individual, hovering above his name, "Rustace."
"Hmm…" Iota tapped his chin before breaking into a grin, "I need to talk with this guy."