As things stood, Crow Feather, who had never shown his true face, was clearly the instigator of the entire plan.
Fu Qian refused to believe that a scheme involving at least two demigods and a divine envoy had no margin for error.
Besides, an official demigod stepping in to suppress things like this didn't even count as an unexpected development.
As it turned out, the sleep-inducing suppression had barely lasted a few seconds before something went wrong at the top of the lighthouse.
Count Valentin, who had been so unsteady he could barely walk, suddenly strode forward and reached out to grab the enormous horn stand.
The thing was an antique, and its function had long since been replaced by more sophisticated foghorns, but there was no doubt it was still sturdy.
Yet in the next moment, Valentin twisted his withered body and wrenched the horn free by force.
With a body like that, was even this man a puppet?
Fu Qian watched the people on the lighthouse fall into chaos.
It made sense, considering it was the work of a demigod.
At that moment, Valentin had already raised the horn high above his head.
It was an imposing sight, but Fu Qian's attention was elsewhere.
At some point, a garishly colored glove had appeared on Valentin's right hand.
It looked intact, but its style clearly wasn't something an old gentleman like him would choose.
Wooo—
The next moment, the horn sounded again. A noise far louder than before swept across the docks.
A Supernatural Item? Some kind of amplification effect?
At the very least, the effect this sound had on the mind had clearly been magnified.
Fu Qian silently assessed how he felt.
If the earlier clamor had been no more than a faint background noise to him,