Because the Devilfish has only one main bone and no small bones, it is very easy to cut. The final step is to separate the last part of the meat along the main bone.
"Squeak! Squeak!"
After removing the main bone, Durin grabbed the next Devilfish without resting.
His movements were quick, his cuts precise, and there was not a single wasted motion when cutting the fish. He was even more nimble than the decades-long veteran butchers in the market.
The Devilfish is a large sea creature, about two meters long, but under Durin's masterful knife skills and technique, it appeared as if it were a small Rednose Fish rather than a giant Devilfish.
Even a veteran butcher standing nearby couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Very skilled! Have you done similar work before?"
Durin was the fastest in the entire workshop at processing Devilfish. He alone matched the efficiency of three veteran butchers. After all the Devilfish were disassembled, Durin still felt a lingering desire to continue.
"Are these the only Devilfish today?"
"That's all. There are other fish in other workshops, why don't you go check?" Seeing Durin's lingering desire, the veteran butcher rubbed his sore back and sighed, "Youth is truly wonderful."
Of course, Durin was only doing this as a temporary job. He didn't plan to stay in this market for too long. He still had to go be a magician's assistant in the afternoon!
Durin twirled the knife skillfully, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Durin clearly felt the advantage brought by 52 points in one-handed weapon proficiency. He felt more adept at using kitchen knives, dining knives, and even nail clippers.
The system was clearly very humanized and localized. Although Durin hadn't reached the level of a true sword master, the current increase in his one-handed proficiency made him incredibly fluid and skilled when butchering fish.
Putting down the specialized knife used for butchering large fish like the Devilfish, to be honest, his arms still felt sore after four hours of work, and his neck was stiff from long periods of looking down.
Durin shook his head and relaxed the sore muscles in his shoulders. He took the 4 copper circle coins from the boss and prepared to leave the aquatic product market at the Inner Sea Port.
Including the 4 copper circle coins earned from butchering fish this time, Durin's current total cash assets amounted to 7 silver lun coins and one copper circle coin.
After leaving the aquatic product market, it was almost noon, so Durin planned to have lunch.
As he was at a roadside stall, picking out the cheapest and most filling black bread, he suddenly smelled a fragrant aroma wafting to his nose.
Following the scent, he saw the neighboring stall selling grilled fish. Fresh Rednose Fish brushed with fresh soybean oil, then sprinkled with cumin and pepper salt—that ethereal aroma seemed to be pulling Durin's soul away.
He was very tempted. It had been half a year since he transmigrated, and he couldn't remember the last time he ate barbecue.
However, grilled fish cost 10 copper circle coins per catty, and a typical grilled fish usually cost 15 copper circle coins.
To become a blacksmith's apprentice sooner, Durin had to save money; he needed to accumulate wealth!
Finally, gritting his teeth, he pulled out 1 copper circle coin to buy the cheapest and most unappetizing black bread.
Listening to the corroding pipes choke out steam, and the low roars from distant factories and scrapyards, Durin gnawed hard on his black bread while quickening his pace towards the building at 753 Third Avenue.
He had to get back to work!
He had to make money!
Durin took off his mask and went up the stairs to the second floor.
When Tuls, the servant dressed in a long gray linen robe, saw Durin, he immediately smiled and said, "How was your rest yesterday, Mr. Durin?"
"Not bad."
Durin replied with a chuckle.
Just as Durin was about to enter the room to start his usual cleaning, he suddenly saw a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a dark blue uniform with white hair at his temples, standing on a ladder, checking the electrical light wiring on the ceiling.
Hearing the sound of someone entering, the middle-aged man in the blue uniform turned his head and greeted Durin with a smile, "Hello, my name is Mark."
"Are you the electrician?" Durin asked curiously.
"Yes."
It was actually easy to tell, because workers who frequently did electrician work would have their skin become like leather due to electricity, harsh sunlight, and the poor tar environment, giving them a rough, weathered appearance.
Therefore, no matter what their original skin color was, it would appear dark brown, the only difference being that for those who were originally people of color, the color would only become deeper.
Furthermore, there was a smell of tar coming from the other person's outer clothing. When he spoke, he revealed his uneven and discolored teeth, a common characteristic of Zaun workers.
Electricians held a relatively important position in Zaun; many large machines needed to operate 24 hours a day, so sometimes electricians would have to get up in the middle of the night to work, often needing to smoke low-quality cigarettes and chew betel nut to stay awake.
"I've already repaired the circuit, and the electrical lights are working normally now." The middle-aged man who called himself Mark climbed down from the ladder, put his tools into his toolbox, wiped the sweat from his face, and said with a chuckle, "Then I'll be leaving now."
Durin watched as Mark the electrician carried his toolbox, received his payment from the servant Tuls, and then left the second floor.
Tuls walked in and pressed a button on the wall, and the electrical lights on the ceiling instantly brightened, completely illuminating the entire room.
Tuls exclaimed, "This electrician's skill is quite good; he fixed it right away."
At this moment, Kreslin the Mage entered from outside the door, interrupting their conversation.
"Let's get to work!"