Grade 0 Sealed Artifact

"Call!"

A chilling wind howled in, and just as Luther was about to retaliate, he suddenly realized the source of the wind—it was a slip of paper, Concealment passed over and carried by the airflow into his hand.

The messenger of the "Queen Mystic" Bernadette remained hidden as always, not revealing himself to Luther.

Luther unfolded the note and looked down at it. The handwriting was delicate, but slightly messy. It was as if the Queen had written these words in such a hurry that she hadn't even had time to put them in an envelope.

It contains only a few short sentences:

Intis and the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun are searching for the "Black Throne," but their source of information is currently unknown.

Be extra careful. According to my intelligence, the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun has dispatched a Sequence 3 individual, who is also carrying a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact.

Grade 0 Sealed Artifact?!

After reading the note, Luther's expression changed slightly.

The term "Sealed Artifact" is the official name used by the Northern Continent 'Orthodox Churches Beyonder Item. Based on their level of danger, they are categorized into four levels: 0, 1, 2, and 3. However, Sealed Artifact at levels 2 and 3 are not interchangeable; each Church assigns them their own designations.

For example, the title 2-11 has different meanings in the Church of Evernight and the Church of Storms, each representing a Beyonder Item possessed by their Church.

This rule does not apply to level 0 and Grade 1 Sealed Artifact.

Because of its powerful effects and potentially terrifying consequences, the seven major Church reached a consensus. They would share this intelligence to a certain extent, informing each other of what they possessed. Therefore, the code names for Level 0 and Grade 1 Sealed Artifact would not be repeated.

Among these, the effects of Grade 0 Sealed Artifact are particularly terrifying. Ince Will, the Traitor the Church of Evernight who deserved to be killed a thousand times, used Sealed Artifact 0-08 to guide the story of a city to develop according to his will.

Now, Luther is facing a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact whose specific abilities and effects are still unclear, and the level of danger involved is self-evident.

"What a pleasant surprise..."

He whispered, and a dark shadow surged in his palm. The note quickly Corrosion and decomposed until it disappeared.

On the other side of Aroca Island, inside the residence of the local governor.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop."

A priest, holding a roll of Parchment high above his head, respectfully entered the room. The room was very simple, lacking the gold decorations common in the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, containing only an ordinary single bed, table, and chairs... simple to the point of being somewhat rudimentary.

The only redeeming feature of this room is its floor-to-ceiling window. The Governor's Mansion is situated at the highest point on Aroca Island, and this window faces the sunlit sea, allowing Sun sun's intense rays to flood the entire room.

Archbishop Jean- Pierre of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun stood in the center of the ground, raising his hands in a gesture of praise to the sunlight.

He looked very old, with deep wrinkles on his face, and wore a long white robe, bathed in golden light. Under such light, he appeared pure and dignified, as if his whole body had become clear and transparent, merging with the sunlight.

"How's it going?"

The Archbishop slowly withdrew his arm and asked calmly.

He turned to look at the priest, whose aged face revealed a pair of pure and majestic ice-blue eyes. His eyes seemed to possess a soul-stirring magic, representing absolute Justice and authority.

"We have a complete grasp of that ship's trajectory."

The priest said, and went over to present the scroll of Parchment.

Jean- Pierre picked it up, glanced at it briefly, and then handed it back to the other person.

"Give it to Major General François and tell him to take action tomorrow."

He said.

"No need to hand it over."

A laughing voice followed, and a young military officer with fiery red hair appeared outside the door.

He stepped into the room, taking the Parchment from the priest's hand. "But must we be in such a hurry? Why not observe it for a few more days, confirming its trajectory completely before taking action?"

As the leader of this navy, he naturally had a deeper need for intelligence.

Pierre shook his head slightly.

"I heard the Lord's revelation."

He murmured softly, "Today's sunshine should illuminate today's blooming flowers; Justice delayed can not redeem yesterday's injustices."

The priests beside him bowed down in excitement, Listening to the Archbishop's sermon.

"That ship is a remnant of the imperial era, a symbol of Roselle's corrupt rule. He ruled the country with authoritarianism and enslaved the believers of the Lord with violence. He is a heretic, an enemy of the Lord!"

Golden light swirled around Pierre, making him appear Justice and inviolable. Even though his words were extremely extreme, they were the principles he believed in, his idealistic view of "Justice."

His Justice is simple yet Distortion: a vehement resistance to Roselle.

"... Yes, Your Excellency, I understand."

A strange expression crossed François's face. It seemed his Hunter's instincts were urging him to utter a mocking remark, but his survival instincts held him back. His lips twitched violently. "You are the person in charge. Since you have made the decision, I will naturally obey."

As for what he was thinking, that remains unknown.

After making a few adjustments, Luther went down to the first floor of the Inn.

He needs to gather more intelligence to determine his next course of action.

The front desk is no longer as crowded as before; those who can afford it have already checked in, while those who can't have probably gone elsewhere. Now, the busiest place is actually the restaurant and bar on the other side, because due to the sea closure, the fishermen who were supposed to go out to sea can only gather together in broad Daytime to drink and chat.

Have you heard?

A drunken fisherman said, "Those sailors and Church people came here to find that Ghost Ship."

"My neighbor, old Connie, saw that ship when he was young, and he was called in for questioning a few days ago..."

Others chimed in.

The Fog Sea is filled with thick Fog, and people have a natural fear of what lies in the unseen depths. Strange tales are not uncommon here.

For example, rumors such as "someone salvaged some more Newins- style artifacts," "a ship spent the night at sea and heard strange noises coming from the fog; the next morning, they found only the skeletons of the night Sailor," and "a Fleet was being pursued by an unknown Monster; fifteen ships went out, but only two returned."

This, of course, includes "Ghost Ship".

According to local legend, those who set sail from here occasionally brush past an ancient, black ship deep in the mist. The islanders call that mysterious vessel the "Ghost Ship."