"Number Two, you..." Chen Qi was startled as Number Two's elbow was completely dislocated outward after being injured.
"Alright!"
Chen Qi no longer hesitated and commanded the steersman version of Water Elf No.3 in the captain's cabin:
"Set sail!"
With a deep and powerful roar, the heart of the steamship – the huge steam engine – began to bellow as if a sleeping behemoth had been awakened, unleashing a massive amount of energy.
The ship sailed away towards the horizon.
The silhouette of Black Mine City's harbor gradually became hazy, replaced by the boundless sea and the calling of seagulls.
"Fen, if there is any special situation, please notify me immediately."
Chen Qi looked towards the distant ocean.
The deep-sea Water Elf No.3 was the only water elf who had learned to pilot a ship, but it could only do some simple maneuvers; many times, he would have to take the helm personally.
"As you command, Captain Sir!"
Fen doffed his cloak and stood at attention.
