Capítulo 241: "The 9,000 kilometer mark"

It was interesting to find an oil rig here, in the middle of the ocean, but apart from it being a good spot to spend the night in, it was otherwise useless. The rig was abandoned, and considering that Timothy wasn't in the path of becoming an oil tycoon anytime soon, he didn’t need to study the tools and machinery here, as they were all useless to him. In a world of magic, mana was wealth, while actual, monetary wealth wasn't as important, especially on the occasion where he lived as a fish. As for other circumstances, he figured that any good mage would always have money lying around, so he didn’t care much about it.

In simple words, they left the rig as soon as they woke up in the morning. The North Pole was still about fifteen-thousand kilometers away, according to the system, so they had to be on the move. Today was to be another day of restless swimming, so they shapeshifted accordingly, into a school of Sailfish, and then split the seas, heading north!

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