Emerald City

Deep in the Fog Sea.

A black sailboat silently sailed by in the deep, thick Fog.

"The True Root of the Mist Treant, all the spinal fluid of the Evil-Patterned Black Panther... and 60 ml of pure water, 30 ml of the Mist Treant's sap, 3 grams of Water-Shaped Gemstone powder, 4 drops of Hallucinatory Grass essential oil..."

Inside the cabin, Luther muttered incantations as he tossed Spirituality potent materials into the iron pot in front of him in sequence.

"Sizzle..."

Inside the iron pot, pale white Steam suddenly rose, but was forcibly pulled back by an invisible force, gathering again at the bottom of the pot. Once it had completely Tranquility, the ingredients turned into a strange liquid. It behaved very peculiarly, as if fireworks were constantly blooming inside it, with bright colors such as red, orange, yellow, and green surging and dissipating outwards one after another.

--The Seer's Pathway Sequence 7, The Magician's Potion!

"It matches the appearance described by Klein, so it should be a success."

Luther lowered his head, observed carefully for a moment, then looked up and said with a smile, "Luna, come here."

Meow~

Luna cried out urgently, drawn by a Spirituality pull from the Potion in the cauldron. She leaped swiftly and gracefully, her feet pushing off the ground, and then—

"Whoosh." A fair hand reached out from mid-air and accurately grabbed the black cat by the scruff of its neck.

With a cold expression, Miss Antiya Troliss, the Ship Spirit, pulled Luna back into her arms. She seemed to be in a bad mood, stroking the black cat's smooth fur as if trying to soothe herself.

"Meow!"

Luna's voice held a hint of discontent as she began to struggle, thrashing about with the agility characteristic of the "Clown" in an attempt to evade his clutches.

Unfortunately, no matter how she jumped, Antiya's right hand would always reach over the distance and grab her from behind her neck. In the end, she could only helplessly accept it, lying on Antia's lap and letting Antia rub and grind her.

"Oh..."

Seeing this, Luther smiled, ladled the Potion from the pot into a shallow dish, and walked over to Antiya.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to go back to this sea?"

He asked softly.

Many years ago, Miss Ship Spirit was bound by Emperor Roselle and was trapped on the Fog Sea for a hundred years. It's no wonder she has psychological trauma when she returns here.

"Not just this."

Antiya snorted coldly, "I don't want to have anything to do with that guy anymore, not even his daughter." Luna peeked out from under her arms, sticking out her tongue and slowly licking the Potion in the shallow dish. The brilliantly colored liquid seemed to come alive, automatically gathering and converging towards her mouth.

That's right, Luther is on his way to meet that "Queen Mystic".

"There's no other way; I have to talk to her face-to-face for what's to come," he comforted the Ship Spirit. "Since you don't want to see her, then just conceal your body the whole time."

"Conceal the body?"

Antiya glared at Luther, "Why should I? It makes it seem like I'm afraid of their family!"

"..."

Luther was speechless and could only continue holding the shallow plate, letting Luna finish the Potion.

After drinking the brightly colored liquid, the little black cat's entire body seemed to surge with Spirituality. From her ears to her tail, she suddenly tensed, her soft black fur bristling. Fortunately, this spectacle didn't last long; she quickly returned to normal, shaking her head.

Suddenly, Luna's azure eyes locked onto a burning candle on a table not far away.

"Bang!"

The next instant, the candle flame suddenly expanded and exploded into a ball of sparks. The black cat's figure appeared in the flames, and as soon as it landed on the table, it hurriedly jumped down and disappeared into Luther's shadow.

"Ah!" Antiya was so angry that she hadn't even realized what was happening when Luna had already hidden in Luther's shadow, watching Antiya warily with her blue eyes and refusing to come out.

"Luna is so stingy..."

Miss Ship Spirit complained, "I can't even touch it."

"Alright, she's just been promoted and needs to rest."

Luther shook his head and said, "Don't bother her."

Looking out the window, the Fog was thick, and the outline of an island could be vaguely seen ahead of this sea area, which was off the safe course.

They're almost there.

Lasha Island.

This is a desolate island. Due to the Characteristic of the Fog Sea, there is no lush vegetation on the island, only some moss that does not need much sunlight, making the ground damp, cold and slippery.

As the residence of a sea king, this place is far too simple.

Luther walked to the front of a towering mountain on the island. His expression was slightly strange. Facing the cliff face, he shouted a spell in Jotun: "Door Opening."

"Boom!"

The cliff face immediately split open in the middle, revealing a road that stretched forward, appearing both real and unreal, its destination unknown.

Luther stepped onto the road and walked into the rock face.

As we continued along the road, the scenery suddenly opened up before us, revealing a vast expanse of crystal-clear blue Ocean. The jewel-like purity of the sea contrasted sharply with the thick Fog that enveloped the Sea outside.

In the center of the Ocean stands a magnificent castle, the entire building constructed of exquisite emeralds, shimmering and radiant under the Sun, its beauty beyond compare.

They are indeed former royalty; they certainly don't lack money.

Luther thought to himself.

This is the residence of the "Queen Mystic" Bernadette, the Emerald City.

A drawbridge spanned the riverbank, connecting the castle to the mainland. Several enormous golems guarded the city gate; upon seeing Luther approach, they all knelt on one knee in salute.

"Your Excellency, King of Blood, please follow me. The Queen awaits you inside."

One of the smaller golems led the way, guiding Luther to a spacious room. There, a large, semi-open terrace faced the Sea, offering a magnificent view. Please remember the only official website for this novel: www. deqixs. org. This is the only website; other websites may be discontinued at any time.

Meanwhile, the "Queen Mystic" Bernadette sat in a chair on the terrace, dressed in Intis- style menswear, with black boots, white riding trousers, a yellow vest, and smooth hair.

"It's been a long time, Your Queen."

Luther greeted him.

Bernadette looked at him, her expression slightly complicated.

When Backlund first met him, the other was merely a Sequence 5 Shepherd, troubled by his mental state. Now, the other had reached Sequence 3, becoming the new king of the sea, and standing on equal footing with him.

"Welcome."

Bernadette composed herself and spoke calmly.

An invisible Servants gracefully stepped forward, pulled out the chair opposite the Queen for Luther, and poured him a cup of black tea.

Luther thanked him, sat down, and took a small bite.

The taste is so strange... It doesn't even taste as good as a five-pence glass of lemonade... He calmly put down the cup and decided not to touch that cup of tea a second time.

"Is there something you need from me today?" Bernadette wasn't one for formalities; after paying the basic courtesy, she went straight to the Door Opening.

Luther's answer was equally straightforward.

"George III wanted to become the Black Emperor."

He looked directly at the Queen and spoke.

"!"

Upon hearing his words, Bernadette's hand trembled almost imperceptibly.