Chapter 560: Chapter 560: Sea Race Gift

Amidst the silence of the night, a faint yet exceedingly clear conch sound lingered by Duke’s ear.

The sound was ethereal and distant, as if it came from the deepest dream of the ocean, with a unique rhythm that blended seamlessly with the natural sound of the waves, easily overlooked unless intentionally listened to or with sharp spiritual power.

Duke remembered this sound; it was an exceedingly secret contact method of the Sea Race, usually used when they wished to avoid external attention.

Whenever the Sea Race came to find him in the past and Duke was not by the sea, he would hear this sound.

This sound could only be heard by him, and others would need to use certain means to hear it; it was an extremely concealed contact method.

The Sea Race came specifically to find Duke and did not wish to draw too much attention.

However, this didn’t mean that the wizards on Green Grass Island were unaware; at least Lauren and a few others knew.

But they understood well why the Sea Race came to find Duke, and why the Sea Race treated Duke so favorably, so naturally, they didn’t inquire further.

It had been many years since the wizards and the Sea Race had gone to war; from the perspective of the entire plane, internal wars were detrimental to the development of the plane.

So it wasn’t uncommon for many wizards to have various dealings with the Sea Race for various reasons now.

He rose without disturbing anyone and slipped away seamlessly like merging into the shadows, reaching a beach on Green Grass Island, the source of the sound.

The moonlight remained cold, dyeing the beach a shade of silver white. On the moonlit sea, the sea envoy Duke had seen before appeared once again.

She still wore that elegant robe of seaweed and pearls, standing quietly on the water, as if she was part of the ocean itself.

In her hand, she held a yellowish-brown pouch made from the skin of some deep-sea creature, its surface naturally patterned and faintly glowing in the moonlight.

“Duke Wizard,” the envoy’s ethereal voice sounded, “the items you require have been commanded by the royal family for me to bring to you.”

She waved her hand lightly, and the pouch smoothly flew toward Duke.

Duke reached out and caught it, probing it slightly with his spiritual power, and his heart was shaken.

The internal space of this pouch was vast, several times larger than an ordinary Level 1 Space Ring, a unique storage tool of the Sea Race.

Inside the pouch, there were several dozen insect hearts that pulsed like hearts, exuding intense Life Energy.

A rough scan revealed at least thirty Level 1 Insect Race Hearts, and even five Level 2 Insect Race Hearts whose energy fluctuations were noticeably stronger.

Each Level 2 Insect Race Heart was as large as a house and floated quietly in the pouch.

These items were not cheap now; a Level 2 Insect Race Heart could easily fetch several million Level 1 Magic Stones at auction.

“The royal family appreciates your achievements and friendship,” the envoy continued, “these Insect Race Hearts are part of the stockpile we recently cleared, and you do not need to exchange them with magic stones or resources. Consider it a token of our race’s goodwill, hoping they will aid your research.”

Duke suppressed the waves in his heart and solemnly stored the pouch: “Please convey my most sincere gratitude to the royal family once more; this gift is crucial to me.”

He paused, remembering the questions he pondered earlier, and took the opportunity to ask, “Besides, I have something to inquire about. The deep friendship between our races means I feel quite uneasy troubling you to come to find me each time. I wonder if the Sea Race has a convenient contact method so that if anything comes up, I can reach out to you proactively to avoid delaying matters.”

The Sea Race envoy heard this, and a hint of light seemed to flash in her deep-sea-like eyes.

After contemplating for a moment, she took out from her bosom a shell half the size of a palm, white in color with natural spiral patterns on its surface, emitting weak yet pure Water Element fluctuations.

“This is a Tide Shell.” The envoy handed the shell to Duke, “You just need to be by the sea and infuse a hint of Water Attribute Magic Power or your spiritual power into it. As you already carry the mark of our race’s goodwill, the Tide Shell will sense it and emit a specific tidal sound. Within a certain range, members of our race will sense it and come to meet you. However, please note, do not use it frequently for non-urgent or non-important matters.”

With this, Duke only needed to use it somewhere in the sea, and if there were Sea Race members within the range, they could sense it and come.

All Sea Race members obey the royal family, so it is not an issue to use them to contact the royal family members and transmit some information.

This method is more cumbersome compared to the Wizard’s Mark, but there’s no other way because the Sea Race could not possibly use the Wizard’s Mark developed by wizards.

They cannot fully trust wizards, so it is even more unlikely for them to use the Wizard’s Mark.

Indeed, the Wizard’s Mark is not completely safe and could possibly be eavesdropped on for some information.

Even within the Black Sail, some important information is notified through the Black Sail Badge, with the Wizard’s Mark mostly used for daily contact.

Black Sail also does not use the Wizard’s Mark for confidential or secret information.

Duke received this warm Tide Shell, solving his previous dilemma, and said, “I understand, thank you, envoy.”

The Sea Race envoy nodded, and her figure gradually sank back into the moonlit waters, leaving only one final echo: “May our friendship last as deep as the sea.”

Duke watched the Sea Race envoy leave, then returned to the camp, entering the Light God Court.

Inside the Divine Court Space, the concentration of Life Energy seemed to have risen again, with the faint green mist flowing in the air becoming more substantial, breathing which gave a feeling of soul comfort.

The central Spring of Life still exuded a vast vitality, with a green pillar of light shooting into the sky, and the speed of the emerging and disappearing life runes within had seemingly quickened.

Duke went straight to the spring eye, looking down at the World Tree Seed floating in the depths like a top-tier jade sculpture.

Its volume seemed to have expanded slightly, entirely crystalline and transparent, with internal halos flowing like rushing rivers, exuding eager emotions.

The mysterious patterns on the surface of the seed were fully lit, forming an ever-evolving miniature life map, radiating an ancient and mysterious aura.

Duke then took out the pouch given by the Sea Race and first threw over thirty Level 1 Insect Race Hearts one by one into the Spring of Life.

Each Insect Race Heart that fell into the spring water sizzled like red-hot iron falling into water, instantly stirring intense Life Energy ripples, causing the emerald spring water to glow brightly with a joyful hum.

The World Tree Seed, like a greedy infant, quickly absorbed these pure Life Energies as if it had been hungry for a long time, with the speed of the internal light stream accelerating sharply, emitting very active consciousness fluctuations.

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