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"Great, my ship is in dire need of a Ship's Doctor."

Luther had no objection to Councilor Ricciardo's arrangements.

The Fat Apothecary's role is likely to be that of an intermediary between the two parties, facilitating communication. Furthermore, while Luther is skilled in surgery, he lacks effective treatments for other diseases. Diseases are inevitable during voyages at sea, making an Apothecary a very suitable option.

Thinking about it more deeply, it might even be useful when facing a "Vice Admiral of Ailment" later on...

So, after only a moment's consideration, he decided to accept this acquaintance.

But Darkwill had no idea that Luther on the other side was an old friend.

No way?

Are we really going to get on their ship?

Darkwill looked troubled. He had witnessed Luther's methods some time ago, and the image of a large number of pirates Degeneration with a wave of his hand had left a deep impression on him. The thought of having to live with such a terrifying being day and night made his legs tremble.

What kind of damn Fate? I encountered so many difficulties while trying to deliver useless messages, not only did I make a wasted trip, but I also have to continue to...

Dealing with "Blood Bishop"?

I refuse!

Help!

Although that's what he thought, Darkwill didn't dare say it aloud. "Okay, it's settled then."

Ricciardo didn't give Darkwill a chance to refuse, smiling as she put away the "Lucky Roulette." "Darkwill, follow Mr. Gascoigne and do the task I gave you."

"Yes."

Darkwill could only grimace as he raised his arm, causing the owl high above to descend. Compared to before, he now carried a silver satchel at his waist, its material sturdy and lustrous, adorned with many mysterious symbols.

After bidding farewell to Councilor Ricciardo, the two men and the bird left the bell-ringing hut and headed for the harbor. There, his crew had already assembled and were waiting for him. Some of the Sailor reeked of alcohol, some were drowsy, and others were hunched over weakly, clearly exhausted from the previous night's work.

"Captain."

Walter, the long-armed "Sea Serpent," came up to greet him.

"So, is everyone here?"

Luther asked.

"Everything's here, but there was a slight mishap. Uruk was tricked by a streetwalker and kidnapped by her connections."

Kidnapping? Who would be so audacious?

Luther frowned slightly.

"An organization called the Naturism Sect, led by a Sequence 8 madman," Walter quickly replied. "They seem to be involved in some kind of underground religion; that guy Uruk almost became a human sacrifice... Luckily, the first mate went over and took care of them all by himself."

Naturism Sect?

I've never heard of it. It doesn't seem like some kind of evil organization with a long history. It's probably just a small group that was formed on the island.

"Oh, okay then."

Hearing Walter say that, Luther nodded casually.

Normally, he might have asked more questions about the sect's beliefs and rituals, but now he was in a hurry to set sail, and since Anderson had already resolved the matter, he decided not to pursue it further.

He glanced at the Sailor named "Uruk" from afar and saw that he was Spirituality sound, except that his eyes were slightly red.

"Everyone, I'm sorry to have disturbed your rest."

Putting those thoughts aside, Luther stepped forward. "The matter is urgent. We must get to Bayam as soon as possible. It's the capital of the Rorsted Archipelago, the wealthiest place in the entire archipelago... Let our pirate crew's reputation resound there too."

As he spoke, he subtly used his "Spectator" ability, and the previously somewhat listless crew members were invigorated by his words and quickly became excited. Those who craved money heard about wealth, those who had a grudge against Loen heard about the capital, and those who wanted to make a name for themselves heard about fame.

"Yes!"

They were shouting and yelling, attracting the attention of people around the harbor.

"Also, there's a second thing: we have a new crew member on board." Luther pulled the Fat Apothecary in front of the Sailor. "Our old acquaintance Darkwill, will soon be our ship's Ship's Doctor. If you feel unwell in the future, you can go to him for help."

"Alright, that's all. Let's set sail."

After giving his brief explanation, he gave the order to depart.

The Sailor sprang into action, but the merriment of the previous night had clearly had a profound impact on them. Luther clearly saw that several Sailor were so weak in the legs that they almost couldn't even climb onto the ship.

It really is...

Luther cursed under his breath, then turned to Darkwill. "This is your first task: get these guys back to their normal condition. Those who need to sober up, sober up; those who need to nourish themselves, nourish themselves. Understand?"

"I understand, I understand."

Darkwill smiled ingratiatingly, carrying a medicine box in his hand and a small bag slung over his waist, as he swayed his plump body and climbed onto the boat.

"Pat-pat."

The owl flapped its wings and flew up onto the mast.

Meow.

Luna stared at the owl, making hooting noises. The owl, as if noticing its predator's gaze, quickly flapped its wings and flew to a higher vantage point.

"That guy is no ordinary being, just like you. Don't ruin the house, understand?"

Luther rubbed the black cat's ears and said, "Alright, stop staring. Come back to the Captain's Cabin with me. I need to prepare your Potion."

Backlund, Cherwood Borough, No. 22 Hope Road, Hat Trick Inn.

Fors calmly stepped down from the carriage, secretly glancing around to check her surroundings before walking calmly into the building. After a series of counter-surveillance maneuvers, she finally confirmed that no one was following her before heading to another floor of the Inn to meet her Teacher.

They were supposed to meet at the train station, but her Teacher gave her a coded warning, leading to their reunion here instead.

"Teacher, what just happened?"

After Fors entered the room, she immediately asked with concern.

I ran into someone I knew at the train station.

Her Teacher, Dorian Gray of the Abraham Family, closed the door and gave a bitter laugh, "... Now we're enemies."

It turns out that he was also one of his former students, who later rebelled with "The Traveler" Botis, leading to the near annihilation of the entire upper echelons of the Abraham Family.

What did he do?

Fors sensed the sadness in her Teacher's eyes and asked with deep sympathy.

Dorian remained silent for a few seconds, then slowly spoke, revealing some information to the student who was gradually gaining his trust:

"Lawrence, Lauborn, Anlisa, and I all once belonged to the same organization. This organization suffered a severe blow due to the betrayal of certain individuals, and that person just now was one of those traitors."

"How awful!"

Fors cursed with empathy, for the Dorian had just mentioned had all helped her, making her involuntarily dislike them. She even began to consider using the members of the Tarot Club to purge this Traitor.

This idea was amplified after Dorian praised her progress and rewarded her with a Beyonder Item.

"Teacher, I want to know who that Traitor is?"

Fors couldn't help but ask.

"You should have known; at least you could have avoided it in advance."

Dorian sighed, "His name is Louis Wayne, and it's said he's now one of the 22 Oracle of the Aurora Order."

Hmm? Aurora Order?

Fors heard this name, her eyes widened in surprise.

Now she knew who to turn to.