"We were commissioned by the White Graveyard to attack the Explorer and search for a boy. He had black hair and yellow skin, unlike the people of the Southern and Northern Continents. He should be easy to identify."
The yellow-bearded pirate did not dare hide anything and hurriedly revealed everything he knew.
"The White Graveyard?"
Sifa shook his head. "Never heard of it."
Hood put on a fawning smile. "It's normal that Mr. Rayleigh hasn't heard of it. Our captain—no, that damned Constantine—said that ship rarely operated at sea, and that they came from a mysterious organization on the Southern Continent."
"A mysterious organization on the Southern Continent..."
Sifa casually said, "Could it be the Rose School?"
Hood froze for a moment, then said sincerely, "Mr. Rayleigh is truly knowledgeable. You even know about the Rose School. Yes, according to Constantine, the owner of the White Graveyard was very likely from the Rose School."
Sifa murmured, "So it's the Rose School. That ship's name feels more like the style of the Death Cult..."
"What is the owner of the White Graveyard called? How strong is he? Who is aboard the ship?"
Hood stammered, "Constantine revealed very little about that. He warned us not to discuss that ship. I only know that its owner is called Anders. Whenever Constantine mentioned him, he used honorifics."
"As for his strength and the specific personnel aboard, I don't know much."
Sifa rubbed his nose. "Constantine should be Sequence 6, perhaps even Sequence 5. If even he has to use honorifics, then the owner of that ship must at least be a Demigod."
Seeing that he could get no more information, Sifa rose to his feet. "Take him away."
Then he pointed at Hood. "You'd better behave yourself. That way, you might still live to