"Okay," Emlyn agreed very calmly.
Maric said nothing more, and his figure suddenly disappeared.
He knew that a specific action plan couldn't be discussed and decided in one go, Emlyn White also needed to go back and consult with the Sanguine's higher-ups first, so he didn't linger.
This might be my chance to gain divinity and become an earl... Emlyn smiled as he watched Maric, this " Wraith," leave silently.
He had not yet digested the Beyonder Characteristic of the " Scarlet Scholar," whose so-called chance of becoming an earl referred to obtaining a promise of a free ritual or the recipe for the corresponding Potion.
The carriage continued its journey and stopped in front of the Harvest Church. Emlyn glanced with satisfaction at the grayish-white mist in the air, adjusted his silk top hat, and slowly stepped out of the carriage and through the gate.
After changing into his brown priestly robes, he took a rag and a bucket of water and began to carefully wipe the candlesticks on both sides.
Emlyn stopped working only after Father Utravsky, who seemed to have grown even taller, finished his morning sermon, and grumbled:
Why let Ernes go back?
"He only asked to do volunteer work for a month." Father Utravsky showed no annoyance at Emlyn's recurring questions lately, appearing quite patient.
Thinking about his own experience, Emlyn felt a pang of resentment and couldn't help but mutter to himself again:
"He was forced to do volunteer work, not voluntarily. He can't set a time limit; he has to do it for at least six months!"
Father Utravsky responded with a smile:
"He did a good job. He worked hard all month, guiding believers and copying scriptures. I could clearly feel that he had come to appreciate the preciousness of life and the joy of Harvest."
Emlyn's facial muscles twitched slightly.
"He's... no, he's about to become a follower of the ' Earth Mother '?"
"No, and I have no intention of forcing him to convert," Father Utravsky said gently. "I simply wanted him to understand the teachings of the Mother Goddess and experience the nuances of life, hoping that when he feels lost in the future, he can remember that he has such a spiritual refuge, the embrace of a mother."
Emlyn's lips twitched a few times, but in the end he said nothing, lowered his head, and continued wiping.
Inside a house in the Cherwood Borough.
Fors sat in a high-backed chair, her gaze somewhat unfocused as she looked at the empty glass bottle on the desk in front of her.
She had finally digested the " Astrologer " Potion some time ago, and today, under Hugh's care, she used the Asman's Brain and the cursed artifacts of the Ancient Evil Spirit to concoct the " Scribe " Potion, mustered her courage, and drank it.
At that moment, she felt her brain expanding rapidly, gray wrinkles and protrusions increasing wildly, while her body gradually became ethereal, breaking down into individual cells.
Those cells, glowing with light, seemed to form a "door" surrounding the brain.
Faintly, Fors heard the familiar murmurs again, but they were so ethereal and indistinct that she couldn't discern any specific words. To her experienced ears, they had no effect whatsoever.
After an unknown amount of time, Fors finally regained control of her brain and cells and became aware of her body.
Almost simultaneously, a wealth of knowledge flooded her mind, helping her understand how to use the " Scribe " ability:
The mutated "brain" reproduces the extraordinary ability used by the target, and then drives the activated cells to form corresponding symbols, patterns and logos to complete the storage.
This is "I came, I saw, I Record," using the spirit as the pen and the soul as the paper!
Currently, I can only Record one extraordinary ability with divine influence. The higher the opponent's Sequence, the higher my probability of failure. Even with Sequence 4, I might not succeed even once in ten or more attempts... I can Record eight extraordinary abilities of Sequence 6 and Sequence 5, with half the original effect. I can Record 20 abilities of Sequence 7 to Sequence 9, with effects close to the original... As the Potion is further digested, there will be further improvements in all aspects... Fors muttered a few words to himself, combining that knowledge with his own feelings.
This seems to overlap with the function of " Lemano's Travel Notes," but Fors felt that no one would complain about having too many extraordinary abilities. Moreover, the two complemented each other. After all, she could rent " Lemano's Travel Notes " to members of the Tarot Club in exchange for extraordinary abilities, but she couldn't rent herself out.
"Only at Sequence 6 can an ' Apprentice ' truly possess sufficient combat capabilities!" Fors snapped out of her reverie and turned to Hugh beside her, remarking with a sigh.
She immediately picked up the paper and pen from the other side of the table and began writing a letter:
Dear Teacher:
"I'm so happy to tell you that I've finally become a ' Scribe,' and I'm just one step away from my dream of ' Travel '..."
Fors had just written a few lines when he caught a glimpse of Hugh standing up and walking towards the door. He quickly called out to her, "..."
"Hey, how about we go find a nice restaurant to celebrate?"
Hugh responded seriously:
"Your Spirituality overflow is quite severe. It will take several days to control it through repeated Cogitation. Uh, you can't smoke, you can't drink alcohol, and you can't indulge your emotions too much."
After giving her instructions, she added:
"I still have commissions to complete, and I'll soon have enough contribution points to exchange for the ' Judge ' recipe."
"... Okay." Fors shrugged.
Once outside, Hugh unlocked his chains, got on a bicycle designed for teenagers, and rode towards Hillston Borough.
According to her prior intelligence, Viscount Stratford had booked lunch at a luxury restaurant there.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, Hugh locked his bicycle to a gas lamppost, found a secluded corner, and observed the comings and goings of people.
After an unknown amount of time, a carriage drove up through the thin mist, bearing a coat of arms consisting of a flower and two rings.
Hugh's attention immediately focused as he watched the carriage pull up in front of the restaurant. He saw Viscount Stratford, over forty years old and wearing a white wig, alight first and gentlemanly extend his hand to the passengers behind him.
The lady wearing a dark red cloak.
He couldn't see the woman's face clearly, only noticing her soft jawline and fair skin.
Onboard the Blue Avenger " in the Northern Sonia Sea.
Alger Wilson Levitation with his feet off the ground behind the captain's cabin window, gazing at the deck and the distant waves.
Having already digested part of the " Ocean Songster " Potion, he reported to the Church of Storms two weeks ago and used his accumulated merits to exchange for a " Wind-blessed " Potion, which he successfully consumed. In other words, according to official records, his Sequence has been upgraded to 6. Of course, he has to digest the " Wind-blessed " Potion again, but this is not difficult.
The biggest problem is that the digestion of the " Ocean Songster " Potion is too obvious... I should have bought that " Words of the Sea " staff, and pushed it over my shoulder every time I sang... Alger sighed silently, not too much regretful, because even if he had decided to buy it in the first place, he wouldn't have had that much money.
Moreover, he has also begun to figure out a way to digest the " Ocean Songster " Potion.
After a while, we should be able to get the information and confirm who the Feysac naval officer that Mr. " The Fool " is investigating is... Alger withdrew his gaze and returned, half-floating and half-flying, to the desk where the brass sextant was placed.
Just then, two Sailor, hiccuping from drinking, walked across the deck.
"It seems there are sirens in this sea area; we can always hear their songs at night..." one of the Sailor said uncertainly.
His companion immediately sneered:
"How could that be? How could a siren's song be that awful?"
"It must have been made by some sea monster!"
City of Silver, unlike the bustling training grounds during the "daytime".
A pile of dark blue ice blocks lay there, like a small mountain.
Derrick, unarmed, stood before the iceberg and prayed devoutly:
" The Fool That Doesn't Belong to This Era..."
After reciting the honored name and making his request, he glanced at Colin Iliad, the chief of the Council of Six, who was waiting in the distance, and strode towards the pile of ice.
Seeing this, Colin, carrying two swords, approached with a bottle of golden liquid that emitted light and heat. He watched as Derrick exerted his strength and burrowed into the pile of ice, completely burying himself without leaving a single gap.
A deep, hazy darkness suddenly descended, and even the lightning that streaked across the sky could not illuminate the place.
In an instant, an indescribable surge appeared around us, as if pairs of eyes were casting their gaze from the depths of darkness.
Colin Iliad could clearly sense that Derrick had fallen into a deep sleep, and even though he was frozen pale and trembling slightly by the normally unmeltable ice, he did not wake up.
Without further hesitation, he threw the Potion forward, and a Wraith, transparent figure appeared and enveloped it.
The figure passed through the dark blue ice and arrived at the small space Derrick had created. It then took out Potion and poured it into Derrick's mouth.
As soon as it completed this movement, it immediately retreated and left the ice pile.
brush!
Colin Iliad suddenly drew his straight sword and slashed to his right rear, unleashing a stream of yellow pus and revealing a rotting Monster covered in eyes.
I don't know where this came from!
Just then, Colin Iliad saw a blazing light slowly rise from the pile of dark blue ice, scattering a pure light different from lightning—intense, warm, bright, and full of life.
This was reflected in Colin's eyes, as if shining from before the Dark Ages.
The chief of City of Silver watched intently, remaining motionless for a long time, until yet another Monster emerged from the darkness.
Above the Gray Fog, inside the ancient palace.
"Little ' The Sun ' has reached Sequence 5 too..." Klein breathed a sigh of relief, turning his gaze away from the crimson star representing " The Sun " and towards another one.
Miss " Justice " has completed several tasks for the Psychology Alchemists over the past month and is now able to obtain the " Dreamwalker " Potion recipe.
This means she will face Herabergen Rambis again.
P. S.: Wishing everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a joyous family reunion!