Father White

Lorry had no way of knowing the Inn's inexplicable decision.

He was staring down at the "Lucky Money Bag" at his waist, praying fervently that the seven thousand seven hundred pounds inside would hold its value.

They are a gift from the "Black Scorpion".

Part of that considerable Verl D'Or was used to purchase the "Dream Stealer" Formula from Leonard Mitchell, and the rest is here.

However, this state of affairs did not last long. Lorry quickly gathered his thoughts and began to arrange the "Star Mark" ceremony to contact "Vice Admiral Iceberg".

Before long, the captain's clear, cold voice echoed in the center of the altar:

"Any progress?"

Lorry's eyes lit up, and he quickly told the other party about his discoveries over the past two days.

Two or three minutes later, Edwina replied:

"I haven't made any progress on my end; I haven't found any trace of the Ghost Ship."

"After the ceremony, I will use the pre-arranged method to notify Orpheus and the others, instructing them to search for these insect-like creatures called ' Yamaha ' in their respective areas. I will also remind them to be careful, remain vigilant, and be wary of potential competitors lurking in the shadows." Insect-like creatures... Her choice of words made me feel like I was reading an academic paper... After a brief, sarcastic remark about the "Vice Admiral Iceberg's" seriousness, Lorry suddenly realized how easy it was to communicate with intelligent people. If it were the Fourth Sailor-in-Charge, he might have had to waste energy communicating the follow-up arrangements.

In contrast, Edwina...

After listening, one can immediately understand the meaning and make corresponding arrangements.

With this thought flashing through his mind, Lorry quickly finalized the follow-up arrangements with "Vice Admiral Iceberg" and was about to end the ceremony when he suddenly heard the captain's voice again:

"Norgar Island is the only large island in the vicinity."

"If other forces are eyeing this Ghost Ship, which is suspected to be a remnant of the Solomon Empire, they would certainly send the largest force here."

You should also be careful.

"Yes, I know, you're the same," Lorry replied. After waiting for two minutes without receiving a reply, he abruptly ended the ceremony.

He quickly tidied up the table and then headed towards the Washroom.

Nothing more was said that night.

When Lorry regained consciousness, it was already the morning of the next day. "What's the schedule for today?" Danitz muttered to himself as he sipped his local specialty "mixed soup" with a metal spoon, turning his gaze away from the street.

"Strange, three waves of navy have passed by in just a few minutes..."

"It looks like they're looking for someone?"

They're probably looking for "Troll" Tego... Heh, too bad they could search high and low and still not find him on Norgar Island...

Thinking it over, Lorry casually said, "It's none of our business who we find."

"Eat quickly, then we'll get ready to go out."

"That's true, we've only been here for less than two days." Danitz nodded nonchalantly and continued eating.

Upon hearing this, the Inn behind the counter not far away twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth.

What a coincidence...

You've only been in Norga for less than two days, and the owner of the Holy Water Bar and intelligence broker, "Black Scorpion," has been dead in his heavily guarded office for less than two days...

Even if all the evidence points to "Black Scorpion" dying from the betrayal of his second-in-command "Troll," who would believe it has nothing to do with you...?

Of course, he only thought these things to himself. The Newspaper were full of news about the newly crowned Pirate King defeating the "King of Immortality," which fully proved the strength of "Flower Bow Tie" Jodson.

He couldn't afford to offend someone of that caliber.

"Strange..." Danitz muttered to himself as he ate.

Lorry carefully savored the original fragrance of the different vegetables blooming on his tongue, chewed them slowly, swallowed, and asked without looking up:

"What's wrong now?"

"I always feel that only your bowl can be called 'mixed soup.' Compared to yours, mine can only be called 'soup'..." Danitz said quietly.

"Isn't it because you ran away without saying goodbye?" Lorry chuckled to himself, ignoring the Great Pirate "Flames's " complaints and focusing on enjoying his Breakfast.

This cooking technique, which involves boiling a dozen kinds of fresh, tender vegetable sprouts together with seasonings, is simple, but its strength lies in the ingredients themselves, making it truly a delicacy.

Soon, the two finished Breakfast, went upstairs to put on makeup, and prepared to go out.

Today they plan to visit several intelligence traders who have good relations with the indigenous people, hoping to find out information about the Ghost Ship or the Yamaha.

Backlund, South Bridge District, Rose Street.

Joe stepped down from the Hired Carriage, paid the fare, and turned around to look at the golden Church before him. His gaze swept over the spire, so different from the surrounding buildings, then over the Holy Emblem of Life engraved on the exterior wall. He looked through the half-open doors at the small groups of worshippers and clergy in brown robes inside. Harvest Church... He took a deep breath and strode inside.

It is now time for morning sermons.

Joe looked around, found a quiet corner to sit down, and listened quietly to the teachings of the Church of the Earth Mother while pondering his boss's latest arrangements.

Time slips away unnoticed.

Lost in thought, he didn't notice that the sermon had ended and the few remaining believers were starting to leave in twos and threes, still maintaining their original postures.

Suddenly, a huge shadow loomed over.

Joe snapped back to his senses, strained to raise his gaze, and finally managed to make out the person who had appeared—a clergyman who was well over two meters tall and resembled a gladiator more than a priest.

He nervously prepared to get up, but the other person stopped him with a smile.

For some reason, seeing the other person's gentle smile, Qiao's nervousness vanished, and she said somewhat shyly:

"Father, I'm not actually Believer in Earth Mother. I just heard from a friend that the potions here are very effective, so I came to try my luck and see if I could buy some."

Father Utravsky gently shook his head:

"The potion is free; you don't need to pay for it." After saying that, he glanced at Emlyn White, who was wiping candlesticks not far away, amidst Joe's astonished voice saying, "But I'm not Believer of the Earth Mother."

Then, she smiled and explained, "Life is precious and equal, even for those who are not Believer in the Mother Goddess."

"Father White is skilled at preparing medicines; you can tell him about your situation," he said, introducing Emlyn who had approached.

Joe nodded gratefully, then turned to the handsome young priest beside him. "Hello, Father White, it all started with that smog at the end of the year..."

Emlyn listened calmly, then reached into the pocket of his priest's robes and took out a light blue potion, handing it over.

"I understand your situation. After that smog, many people suffered from varying degrees of aftereffects, and yours is relatively severe."

"If you stay here, even with the appropriate medication, given your age and physical condition, you probably won't live more than a year."

"My advice is that, if possible, it's best to move away from the cold and damp Backlund and live in a relatively dry and warm place."

"In that case, you still have a good chance of living to the end of your life."