Bayom, the City of Generosity. Inside Waves Church.
Alger, who had already obtained the main ingredient for the Wind Consort, had been preparing to find an opportunity to head out to sea and consume the potion when he was suddenly summoned by the local diocesan bishop.
"Rumors have been circulating recently that Vice Admiral Iceberg has obtained the Key of the Reaper. Pirates across the entire Sunia Sea have gone into a frenzy."
The diocesan bishop spoke in a deep voice.
"Look into this matter. Also, another rumor has surfaced recently: two adventurers are hunting pirates. They have already wiped out the Red Skull Pirates and hunted Steel Mevity. Investigate that as well."
He was an elderly man with graying hair, yet his spirit remained vigorous. He spoke even faster than young people, as if he might rush out at any moment to resolve every problem himself.
He had a sturdy build, his muscles stretching his bishop's robes tight. With every breath, the wind around him stirred, and the air was damp.
Similar rumors surfaced every year, and they always turned out to be false. The sea always loved spreading such news. And even if it was true, I'm not qualified to get involved. There's no need to take risks over it; I just need to ask around on the outskirts, Alger muttered inwardly.
As for those two adventurers, being able to hunt Steel Mevity meant they were at least Sequence 6 Beyonders. There was no need to offend them either. He only needed to gather some surface-level information among the pirates.
Well-versed in the art of slacking off, Alger solemnly clenched his fist and struck his left chest.
"Understood, Your Excellency Jorgoli."
"May the Storm be with you!"
Diocesan Bishop Jorgoli was quite satisfied with Alger's attitude and returned