Guild

"Fate is a wondrous realm, and even if misfortune is only a part of it, it should never be underestimated..."

Dunstan exhaled a smoke ring and said leisurely, "In the Federation's records, there are very few beings who claim to possess 'misfortune,' only a handful, and the vast majority have disappeared into the annals of history... Some of them didn't even reach the level of gods, merely fifth or sixth-tier professionals... Of course, in the eyes of the natives, fifth or sixth-tier professionals are also gods! I prefer to call them 'false gods.' According to research, their acts of spreading faith might be a necessity for some kind of professional advancement ritual..."

"But this ruin must have been left by at least a sixth-tier professional..." Sulu smiled, "However, I'm not very interested in it."

He's currently busy advancing to the sixth rank, and even eyeing the seventh rank; he doesn't have time to worry about these things.

"Okay, I'll post its information on the Inner Circle intelligence network. You have the right to know for free..."

Dunstan shrugged, clearly not thinking it was a big deal.

"Speaking of which, Sivinardo? He was a true god..." Sulu asked.

In fact, Dunstan would have found it strange if he hadn't asked.

"Not only the Federation, Chris Empire also sent powerful figures... We even used some dangerous items to make a prophecy, and the final conclusion was that Sivinardo did not leave this world; He went to the Dark Continent to hide."

"Dark Continent?"

Sulu found it completely unsurprising.

After all, the Old Continent occupied by humans in this world account for less than one-tenth of the planet.

On the vast continent at the World Edge, there live even more extraordinary races, numerous ruins, and a higher concentration of Spirit Tide than here.

For a deity, it would naturally be a better place to cultivate oneself.

Humanity's ability to explore Old Continent is already at its limit; even sending out all the exploration teams again wouldn't be enough to find a god on the Dark Continent!

"So, can we say that the crisis is temporarily resolved?"

Sulu pondered for a moment.

"You could say it was postponed... No one knows what a god is thinking, and few people know the details of the Mad God's fall in our world..."

Dunstan frowned deeply, and seeing that they had reached the vicinity of Sulu's residence, he politely took his leave.

Sulu returned home and said directly to Beatrice, "Get ready, I'm going to the Chris Empire."

Chris Empire, Northern Province, Small Lake Villa.

Anfei, who was humming a song while cleaning her room, suddenly heard a knock on the door.

She walked over and opened the door, a look of surprise and delight on her face. "It's you!"

"Yes, I'm back."

Sulu smiled brightly and walked into the living room.

"Rhode went to a secret meeting and might be back late."

Anfei invited Sulu to sit down, then pulled Beatrice into the kitchen. The two women chattered away, finding they had a lot in common.

Beatrice, on the other hand, seems to be becoming more and more human, and her mastery of the [Undead] is visibly improving.

'She's a competent subordinate and maid... Once I reach rank six, no! rank seven, perhaps I can consider training her to become a legendary [King of the Undead]...'

Sulu rubbed his chin, pondering for a moment.

To his and Anfei's surprise, Rhode returned very early.

Before the sun had set, Rhode entered the living room with the sound of a door opening.

He saw Sulu, paused for a moment, then quickly stepped forward, opened his arms, and gave Sulu a bear hug. "Welcome back."

"Thanks!"

Sulu smiled and replied, glancing at Rhode again.

"Oh? You're back so early!"

Anfei, dressed in a cook's skirt, brought out a plate of roasted turkey and was somewhat taken aback when she saw Rhode.

"Things went very smoothly today, so I came back a little early."

Rhode smiled at Anfei, then said to Sulu, "How about we go outside to talk? Maybe we can catch a fish for dinner; the fish here is quite good."

"Can."

Sulu nodded and followed Rhode outside to take a walk by the lake.

"The environment here is quite nice, except for the occasional Black Bear... Luckily, Anfei can make them into dinner!"

After walking for a while, Rhode gazed at the shimmering lake and slowly began to speak.

"That's not what you wanted to say, is it?" Sulu glanced at Rhode: "Although you made a point of washing off the blood, the resentment of the dead still haunts you... It's fresh, you must have just killed someone today? Or been through a battle?"

"Just a bunch of stupid pigs, fools whose eyes are only on gold coins."

Rhode scoffed, "I could handle them with one hand, I just didn't want Anfei to worry."

"You've changed, but for the better," Sulu said with a smile.

He certainly understood that such private, clandestine gatherings were not safe, especially since Rhode was an outsider with a lot of resources.

However, with his fourth-tier [Winged Demon] strength, he was already capable of withstanding most dangers.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Sulu knew that things might not be as simple as Rhode had said.

"Not for now. I've already made contact with a larger, more secretive organization— the Mason Guild —through the Moonlight Society's channels. They have far more resources, but I don't have many supplies left."

Rhode rubbed his hands together.

"That's easy..."

Sulu casually tossed a leather bag over, and Rhode caught it, glanced at it briefly, and exclaimed in surprise, "So many? There are even storage Curio like this! The space is as big as a room! It's a valuable item in itself, and it can be exchanged for many things..."

"I made this myself."

After mastering the Wonder Item Crafting, Sulu could produce as many of these kinds of Curio as he wanted, as long as the raw materials were plentiful.

"I urgently need a few materials, the most important of which is Black Flame Crystal!"

He then went on to talk about the magical materials he urgently needed, including the Black Flame Crystal, which he required to complete the ' Ritual of Erosion '.

"This material isn't cheap, and it's quite rare... but the Mason Guild should have it. They're known for their mineral-based materials." Rhode paused for a moment before saying, "I'll go to Avigstone tomorrow..."

This is a concrete action to show support for Sulu.

"The Mason Guild? Is it reliable?" Sulu knew that in the Chris Empire, various dogmas and rules were rigid, and class Solidification. Most of the artisans' successors were their sons, daughters, or relatives, which formed various small circles of artisans with good organizational ability.

The organization that Rhode approached was clearly not an ordinary artisan guild, but a powerful supernatural organization.