Chapter 430: Poseidon Chill Steel
A Princess on the Surface
Under the bright sunshine on the ocean, a luxurious yacht slowly traveled from west to east.
After concluding negotiations with Nereus, Luke Shaw once again resumed his leisurely vacation life. The difference was that last time there was only a man and a woman; this time, there was an extra, large third wheel.
Looking at the Princess of Xebel delicately sipping wine on the sofa, Luke Shaw was quite speechless. This princess, for some unknown reason, chose not to be a princess at home but insisted on coming aboard the yacht to experience surface life.
With her around, life was significantly less... interesting.
Fortunately, the princess wasn't just freeloading. She prepared a lot of ingredients. The mixture of deep-sea fish and surface-world sauces was incredibly satisfying to eat. The flavor was ineffable—no wonder a certain documentary said, "High-end ingredients often require the simplest cooking methods..."
Upon reaching the Panama Canal, the yacht anchored.
Luke Shaw took the two beauties to a nearby city to experience the local customs. Mera, dressed in human clothes, was the center of attention wherever she went. Her appearance was simply too distinctive. Her fair, delicate skin subtly emitted a glow, her fiery red hair was like burning fire, and her figure was explosive; even in loose clothing, one could sense the undulation at her chest.
Such a person was a "roadside harvester." Every passerby, male or female, would silently stop and stare. In contrast, Luke Shaw and Carol Ferris were much less noticeable.
"Mera, if you lived in ancient times, you'd be a bane of the nation."
After shooing away a few ill-intentioned "model agents," Luke Shaw said with a look of helplessness.
"What's a 'bane of the nation'?"
"Someone so beautiful that men adore her and women envy her."
Mera chuckled. "But I think Carol is prettier!"
Carol silently rolled her eyes. She was confident in her looks and demeanor, but she was no match for an exotic beauty like Mera. The aura forged by the sea was completely different from surface-dwellers, firmly attracting everyone's attention like a bottle of poison.
Mera looked left and right, then couldn't help but ask,
"There's something I've been meaning to ask: Why are you two wearing sunglasses, and you, Luke—sunglasses are one thing, but you're wearing a fake beard and a wig? You're not a wanted criminal, are you?"
Remembering his actions on the seabed, Mera thought it was highly plausible.
Luke Shaw coughed, about to explain, when he heard a tone full of disdain.
"Our Young Master Shaw is no ordinary person. He's a super-rich magnate worth tens of billions, a Person of the Year, and a diamond bachelor destined to become the world's richest man. Countless young women dream of him and want to crawl into his bed, like that pretty female CEO of Tesla, who works for him for free. How enviable."
Hearing this, Luke Shaw immediately shut his mouth and hurried toward the hotel front desk. Anything I say now is wrong. The more I say, the more wrong I'll be. Better to say nothing.
Carol watched him leave with a sneer, remembering the morning news. She was irritated that Linda Danvers had actually publicly demanded at a press conference that Luke Shaw return to work, her words full of anger and grievance, making it seem like she had suffered a great humiliation.
Carol had heard the rumors about the two of them long ago but never believed them. She had fought Linda and knew her physical toughness.
Frankly, that woman was a hunk of steel. What man would be interested in steel?
Mera looked back and forth between the two, seeming to understand something.
The Mysterious Metal
The three stayed in Panama City for five days, eating, drinking, playing, and having fun before continuing their journey.
Past the Panama Canal lay the world-famous Caribbean Sea, an area rich in legends and a destination for lovers of island culture.
Unfortunately, dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel.
There are many island nations here, some poor, some rich, and due to various reasons, the area is full of outlaws and opportunists.
Upon entering this sea, the two beautiful women had to put on jackets to cover their excellent figures. Even so, they were spotted.
Two local fishing boats tailed the yacht, constantly observing the situation with binoculars.
Luke Shaw initially didn't want to bother with them, but when the men realized there was only one man and two women on board, they hoisted the flag of the Navy Patrol and used a megaphone to signal the yacht to stop.
Then, one torpedo later, the world was peaceful again.
Mera frowned. "They seemed to be saying they were the Navy."
Luke Shaw rubbed his forehead, speaking with some exasperation.
"In this region, there is no clear distinction between the Navy and pirates. Generally, anyone carrying a weapon is no good."
Mera nodded knowingly. After spending some time on the surface, she realized that the surface world was not as well off as she imagined. Some places were very poor, while others were very rich. There were over a hundred countries—unthinkable in the seabed.
Also, the surface world had no kings; most countries maintained their ruling systems through so-called political parties.
Past the Caribbean Sea was the Atlantic Ocean, the primary ruling territory of Atlantis. The Royal City was located in a trench in the central Atlantic.
Shortly after reaching the Atlantic, a team of Atlantean soldiers appeared on the yacht. They dropped off a box and departed.
The box contained sixteen blocks of silvery-gray metal. When the sun shone on them, a watery light wave seemed to ripple outward.
Luke Shaw curled his lips, thinking that Number Two handled things efficiently.
Mera peered over and, upon seeing the metal, couldn't help but gasp.
"Poseidon Chill Steel!"
Carol asked curiously, "What is Poseidon Chill Steel?"
Mera said nothing, picking up a block of metal and placing it in her palm. Sensing the change in the water flow, a look of profound shock flashed across her face.
"This is the first time I've ever seen Poseidon Chill Steel of such purity. Luke, how... how do you have something like this?"
Luke Shaw lit a cigar and took a long puff.
"Prince Orm and I made a wager. This metal was the stake."
"Orm gave it to you?"
Luke Shaw corrected her. "He lost it to me."
Mera pouted, completely disbelieving his nonsense. Poseidon Chill Steel was a rare, coveted metal, a strategic national resource. Orm, no matter how stupid, would never use something like this as a wager. The two must have made some shady deal.
Carol asked, puzzled, "Is this metal very valuable?"
Mera shook her head, her expression exceptionally serious. "It cannot be measured in money. Poseidon Chill Steel is a magical metal with extremely high affinity for water molecules. The tridents we use, for example, only possess the power to stir ocean currents because they are alloyed with a small amount of this steel."
"Besides manipulating water molecules, it possesses extremely high hardness and toughness. It is an invaluable super-material."
"I have never seen Poseidon Chill Steel of this purity and in this quantity. I truly don't know what got into Orm that he would send such precious material to you."
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