Chapter 1077: Chapter 515: Little Fuji, Fully Fed_2

They were all like Zhang Ze, each holding a black box in their hands.

Inside the box was the fish cargo offered to Baiyujing; whether it was the golden fish bones or something else was unknown.

Standing at the end of the line, Zhang Ze took advantage of no one’s attention to lightly tap the box with his finger, signaling to Little Fuji to come back quickly after playing enough.

However, unexpectedly, Little Fuji did not respond to him.

Just as he was thinking of an opportunity to catch Little Fuji out, a person dressed in black walked up to Zhang Ze, stared at him, and indicated for Zhang Ze to place it on the water dragon boat pulled by a small water dragon whale.

Locking the boat’s cabin, the person in black boarded the water dragon boat and said to the rest, "Board the boat, enter Dubhe City."

Zhang Ze stared at the cabin door which was completely closed, praying that Little Fuji would not cause any trouble.

"What on earth is wrong with Little Fuji? She never liked to eat fish before..."

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[Gate Number Thirteen]

Qin Lang, utterly bored, stood with his hands behind his back, chest puffed out, like a statue by the sides of the waterway.

This inspection work was different from what he imagined; instead of being fully armed and wielding magical artifacts to open the cover and inspect the goods at the gate.

He stood on the side, with a small cup placed next to him, ready to test for poison at any moment.

A pure connoisseur of deadly poison.

The most entries into Dubhe City from [Gate Number Thirteen] were various rare snails and sea fruits, water-dwelling alien races; some of which required special preservation that produced a large amount of unique toxins during storage.

For example, those golden fish bones packed in boxes.

The poison tester’s job was to appraise these toxins, and then determine the quality of these tributes through their symptoms.

Drinking and cramping indicated the tribute’s quality was normal, basically usable.

Breaking out in lumps all over the body after drinking indicated it was close to expiry and needed to be sent to Baiyujing quickly.

Dropping dead after drinking indicated there was a problem with this cargo box, and the person in white responsible for the cargo would drop dead as well.

Dropping dead after drinking and then growing golden hair all over the body indicated the entire shipment was ruined, and everyone including the person in black responsible would accompany them in death.

However, strangely, if one dropped dead after drinking and then resurrected, it indicated the cargo’s quality was perfect, pure to the extreme, and very good indeed.

Qin Lang was therefore genuinely curious, curious about what the fish catch in these boxes was actually used for.

Unfortunately, most of today’s goods were of average quality, neither high nor low, resulting in few casualties.

The few veteran employees from last week still insisted on working at the forefront of the water gate; Qin Lang waited for a long time but did not get his turn to appraise.

He thought today would just pass like this, but unexpectedly, the fleet from [Station Twenty-Four] had a great harvest today.

Half of the boat’s cargo was of the finest quality, twelve veteran employees from last week dropped dead and resurrected on the spot, six were carried off by former colleagues, four had hats put on their heads on the spot, skulls shattered by the resurrected, their huge heads held in hand as two resurrected veterans drank a toast.

Due to the suddenness of events, when the water gate array activated and the black clothes maintained order, it was already too late.

Only a few who were carried off and still breathing, lying on the ground panting heavily, indicating for someone to come and save them.

The black clothes guarding the place were also experienced and went up to feel a hand, confirming the injuries.

However, he did not plan to save anyone but rather reached out, grabbing the injured person’s neck one by one and snapping them with a crack.

Saving people is too troublesome; it’s better to just let them graduate together.

After snapping their necks, he lifted their corpses, along with the resurrected ones, throwing them all into a flying magic artifact melting furnace.

Flames raged, purging filth.

Only fire is right.

In short, with this routine operation, those who had persisted for a week and were about to be reassigned had perished, optimized into the most basic particles in the Holy Land.

The accustomed black clothes clapped his hands and pointed at Qin Lang, who was watching the show, "You, and you, come forward."

As wished, Qin Lang eagerly responded, quickly picking up his small cup and trotting over, standing at the first position.

To those unaware, it looked like he was heading to the dining hall for food, his excited manner contrasting sharply with the other few.

The black who had just finished killing was taken aback.

Having stayed at this broken water gate for two years, it was his first time seeing someone so keen, having seen people rushing to eat crap but never rushing to be reborn.

"Why... why are you so happy?" The black clothes instinctively felt something was off with this guy, wanting to interview him and, if something was wrong, find an excuse to toss him into the furnace as well.

Yet, before finishing his sentence, Qin Lang smiled and retorted.

"It’s an honor to sacrifice for the Divine Monarch; being unhappy and crying? What do you mean, sir? Aren’t you loyal?"

When the Divine Monarch and the word loyalty appeared together, things became serious.

The back of the black clothes’ neck began to ache subtly; it seemed as though any hint of disloyalty would bring divine punishment.

"Happiness is right; everything for the Divine Monarch! Everything for the Divine Monarch!" The experienced black clothes hurriedly gathered himself, dispelling distractions, earnestly said.

Qin Lang heard this and smiled again, "In that case, sir, how about sharing this cup with me, enjoying the glory of the Divine Monarch and showing loyalty!"

With that, he bent over and picked up the cup still stained with blood on the ground, stuffing it into the black clothes’ hand.

The black clothes weren’t fools; they instinctively wanted to refuse, but the back of their neck started to hurt again.

It was too painful.