A Guess

"Nathan, my brother, I really didn't mean to see your wife naked that day. Her cat ears on her forehead were so soft, I couldn't resist..."

Fran had already drawn her Short Sword and even cleansed it with Water Element, but Jeremy's rant was not yet over.

Logically speaking, Jeremy should no longer feel the pain at this point, and the pain shouldn't have any effect on him.

But now it seems like Jeremy has lost his mind, frantically revealing things that are completely shameful.

"My Mental Power seems to have become somewhat stronger." Fran raised an eyebrow, having found the real reason.

This is a technique from the Transmutation School, designed to help the other party adapt to the new abilities brought about by the transformation as quickly as possible. It can also be used in interrogation.

All you need to do is infuse your Mental Power into the other person and influence them.

The problem is that Fran's Mental Power far exceeds that of a normal First Order Mage, which means that when she injects her Mental Power, it seems to directly 'control' the other party's mind.

"That's not right. Even Second Order Mage's Mental Power wouldn't have such an effect when facing First Order Profession."

Fran was well aware that her Mental Power was still inferior to that of a true Second Order Mage, but it still produced unexpected results.

To this day, she still doesn't understand whether it's that part of her body or the traits on the Panel that have the effect.

However, the result was good; it was good that she was able to get some reason out of the other party. Under these circumstances, she could only assume that there was some credibility to what the other party said.

With a muffled "bang!", a red light enveloped Jeremy's charred body. This time, the Dragon Flame reduced the entire corpse to scattered ashes, leaving no possibility of survival.

With this, the Mercenary squad was completely wiped out from the world, and none of its members remain in this world.

"Something has been stolen from the city lord of White Dragon Port." Fran thought of the strange fluctuation she had noticed when she first arrived.

"The scent of the tide, the feeling of the sea." All Fran knew so far was that the item might be related to the sea; she knew nothing else.

However, what she now knows is that, like this Mercenary team, there are many others who were hired by the city lord of White Dragon Port to come here in search of that thing.

"What is that?" Fran was very curious now. She really wanted to know what the city lord had lost that made so many people mobilize.

She knew about White Dragon Port, one of the few Port City in the Northern Territory, home to many third-tier powerhouses, most of whom had risen from the Spirit Realm.

As the city lord of White Dragon Port, he must be a third-tier expert. For a third-tier Profession to possess such power, it must be an extraordinary treasure.

"But I'm still too weak."

Fran really wanted to track down that thing, but it was really difficult for her to get involved in this matter right now.

Her only Tier 3 ability right now is the Spell Ring Harbos gave her; she's not confident she can instantly kill a Tier 3 Profession with Blood of the Furnace.

If it were a second-tier opponent, Fran could still put up a fight, but a third-tier opponent is still too high for Fran at her current level.

She could only compose herself, rest under the red tree for the night, and then head towards Snow Bear Territory.

On the evening of the day after Fran left, a large procession also arrived here, following the map.

There were nearly a hundred of them, and half of them were wearing blue-gray robes made of fine materials, which looked very soft.

Half of the remaining half were armed with melee weapons and clad in azure armor, standing at the outermost edge of the formation.

The last group consisted of people dressed in dirty, brown clothes. They were of low status in the group, either driving horse-drawn carts or carrying heavy loads on their bodies.

"Stop! What's going on up ahead?"

A person surrounded by a crowd, wearing a blue-gray robe with a gold trim, appeared to be the highest-ranking person there.

A man in armor was ordered to step forward, and after inspecting the area, he returned and said softly:

"Bishop Gillian, there are signs of a battle ahead. Judging from the marks, they appear to be the work of some mages, but we don't know if they were mages from the Spirit Realm or the Alliance."

The samurai who was reporting lowered his head and continued:

"At the same time, I also found some broken weapon fragments there, which I think indicates that two groups of people fought there."

"The victorious side seems to possess a peculiar flame that can quickly burn away all traces; I found almost no trace of the victorious side."

"But I found out who was fighting against the victorious side."

He opened his palm, revealing several tattered badges, all charred black from the flames. However, by examining the broken badges, they could still discern a pattern that was very familiar to them.

"A Mercenary squad from White Dragon Port, the Great Axe Mercenary Squad, whose members are all orcs. I heard that all of their First Order Profession have embarked on this journey."

A man in a long robe spoke to Gillian, adding some information about the Great Axe Mercenary Squad.

"I heard there were about twelve of them, probably also after that thing."

"That's not surprising. That's ten thousand Gold Coin. Although they all know that ten thousand Gold Coin is hard to come by, they're just trying their luck here."

Gillian said, tapping her scepter down twice, before continuing:

"This is a minor matter. We don't need to worry about the team that wiped out the Great Axe Mercenary Squad. They won't be an obstacle for us to obtain that item."

"Even those mages... no... as long as we don't run into the Alliance's Battle Mage Corps, we will never lose."

"And the city lord of White Dragon Port will never let those mages know about that item, and those mages will never allow it to be handed over so easily."

"So let's ignore it, rest here for the night, and set off again tomorrow."

"Praise be to our Lord, may our Lord protect us and bring us victory."

"Alright, everyone, let's get started."

When Bishop Gillian gave the order, no one present dared to utter a sound, for fear of angering the bishop.

After everyone started moving, Gillian stared at the fiery red tree, her doubts lingering in her mind.

"What exactly is that thing?" This question had been filling her mind ever since she received the order from her superior.

Why did her superiors send Second Order Profession User like her to investigate this item instead of an Archbishop, something that even the third-tier Lord of White Dragon Port cherished?

Furthermore, the city lord of White Dragon Port did not send any third-tier warriors to participate, showing extreme restraint. He simply hired a large number of people to search the area. What was the reason for this?

"May the Goddess of Ocean Currents protect me." With too little information, she could not draw any conclusions and could only seek protection from her own god. As usual, apart from a force from the sea flowing through her body, there was no response.