After sitting there for a while, Klein raised his hand to rub his temples, stood up, took four steps in the opposite direction, and entered the Gray Fog.
He then manifested Gehrman Sparrow and, through prayer to Mr. The Fool, transmitted the two messages to Danitz and the Hermit, Cattleya.
Regarding the former, it was a reminder to be wary of the Secret Order recently. Although Klein didn't believe Zaratul would directly approach Danitz, someone who openly interacted with Gehrman Sparrow, it was always good to give a warning. As a " Bizarro Sorcerer," Klein had some understanding of Beyonder in the " Seer " pathway, and believed that those who truly grew up were cautious enough. There might be exceptions and oddities, but Zaratul, who was in Sequence 1, was definitely not among them.
In the current situation, in the eyes of the Angel who have a good grasp of the Concealment, Danitz is more like a bait deliberately thrown out to lure out certain targets. Therefore, Zaratul will most likely be very cautious and careful to avoid this, at most sending members of the Secret Order to conduct some roundabout and indirect investigations.
Similarly, Klein's words to " The Hermit " Cattleya also touched on this point, but that wasn't the main point. The main point was that she should immediately contact " The Mystery Queen " Bernadette, saying that Gehrman Sparrow. In addition, Klein also told " Admiral of Stars " about the matter that he originally wanted to postpone until the next Potion Tarot Club, so that she could decide whether to purchase the potion recipes for Sequence 5 " Druid " and Sequence 4 " Ancient Alchemist " from the " Planter " pathway.
West of the Raging Sea, on the Seros Island.
Danitz, who was searching for clues about the whereabouts of the " Vice Admiral Ailment " here, held a glass full of golden beer, and his expression suddenly became extremely complicated.
"What? Seeing someone brought back unspeakable memories?" Anderson chuckled, shaking his " Lerunqi " malt spirit as he teased Danitz, who seemed to be acting strangely.
Danitz gulped down a mouthful of beer, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said with a rather depressed expression:
"We need to be careful of the Secret Order members..."
Since meeting Gehrman Sparrow, he has often heard similar remarks, and his initial reaction has been one of panic and confusion, but now he is left with only numbness and depression.
He suspected that one day he would be wanted by every organization, big and small, big and small, both those whose names he knew and those whose names he didn't, except for Mr. The Fool.
Anderson looked Danitz up and down a few times after hearing this, and chuckled:
Sometimes, I feel that Gehrman Sparrow is more like Hunter than I am.
"Oh, so you have a special way of communicating, huh? You don't even need to summon a messenger."
Just as Danitz was about to offer a casual remark, an Intis man rushed in through the tavern door, carrying a telegram:
" Feysac launches airstrikes on Backlund, Loen officially declares war!"
Declaring war? Anderson and Danitz exchanged a glance, their keen senses, aided by the unique characteristics of their pathways, detecting the impending large-scale war.
" Feysac attacked Backlund and Pritz Harbor, Loen officially declared war... The three ironclad fleets were not in port, suffered no losses, and are heading back to the Loen coast... The Admiral of Stars " Cattleya's" fleet happened to be passing by Oravi Island and collected various intelligence from the incoming and outgoing telegrams.
As she pondered how a pirate crew should conduct itself in this situation, she suddenly saw an endless Gray Fog and heard the words of "The World" Gehrman Sparrow.
"Beware of the Secret Order, beware of Zaratul..." In a way, Cattleya, who was Intis, was most concerned about the least important thing.
This is why she had no doubts about "The World" Gehrman Sparrow's request to meet with the Queen as soon as possible, believing it to be an extension of the Secret Order and Zaratul's connection.
Finally, she parted her lips slightly and murmured the names of the two Potion:
Druid... Ancient Alchemist...
"The modern name for this Sequence 4 should be ' Ancient Alchemist,' previously it was also known as ' Human Alchemist '..."
Cattleya unconsciously strolled to the window and looked down. At that moment, at sea, which was in a different time zone than Backlund, Frank Lee and " Artisan " Sharif were leaning against the side of the ship, basking in the sunset. Flack Lee looked relaxed and content, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes, as if there was still some question that had not been answered. Sharf was pale, his lips trembled slightly, and mushrooms were scattered all over his clothes.
"Druid... Ancient Alchemist..." Cattleya, the " Admiral of Stars," repeated the two specialized terms, feeling as if something heavy was pressing down on her.
After about ten seconds, Cattleya pushed up her heavy glasses perched on her nose and reassured herself:
"The fact that Mr. The Fool didn't offer any hints means it's not a big deal..."
As this thought arose, countless glittering starlight fell, condensing into a staircase of light between the captain's cabin window and the deck.
Cattleya descended the steps and walked to Frank Lee and Sharif's side.
After a few seconds of silence, Cattleya asked:
Frank, what are your dreams?
Only then did Frank Lee realize that the captain had arrived. He pushed himself up with his hands and flipped himself to his feet.
"Ideal?"
The " Biologist " thought about it carefully and said:
"To be able to conduct unrestricted research on soil, crops, and hybridization techniques; to eliminate famine for humanity; to achieve equality among people—what you can do, I can do too; what you can grow, I can grow as well..."
Upon hearing this, the " Artisan " Sharif slowly turned over and stood up, silently squatted down beside him, opened his mouth, and began to vomit.
Frank Lee, completely unaffected, continued:
"For such a world to exist, there must be ample food and resources. Therefore, I hope to create all sorts of organisms that can adapt to different environments and conditions. Hehe, everyone has their own preferences, I prefer fish, cattle, spore-bearing organisms..."
" Admiral of Stars " Cattleya listened to Frank's statement without any expression, but in the process, she pushed up her thick glasses three times.
After a moment of silence, Cattleya turned and asked:
"Is your research only one step away from completion?"
"Yes, all that's missing is some catalyst for the ' Druid ' ability. If I can't get the recipe soon, I'd like to ask Sharif to help me turn the ' Druid ' Beyonder Characteristic into magical items," Frank replied frankly.
"No, I won't help you! You Devil!" The " Artisan " Sharif, who had been silently vomiting, raised his head and shouted urgently.
Cattleya watched this scene quietly, then flipped her hand and produced a gold coin from who-knows-where.
Clang!
The gold coin tumbled up and landed in Cattleya's palm, head side up.
"We have a ' Druid ' Potion recipe, from Gehrman Sparrow, for 5000 gold pounds." Cattleya explained in great detail, as if she were deliberately telling the " Artisan " Sharif, letting him know who the real "murderer" was.
Frank Lee's eyes immediately lit up with pure joy:
He's such a good person!
"Uh, Captain, I've only saved up 3,000 pounds so far. Could you lend me 2,000 pounds?"
He had spent most of his savings on the " Druid " Beyonder Characteristic, and even sold some items to buy it.
Cattleya remained silent for a few seconds, then nodded under Frank Lee's expectant gaze.
"Good."
North Borough, Backlund Medical College Hospital.
Eudora lay blankly on the hospital bed, devoid of any of the vitality that comes with youth.
She woke up from her coma very early, but without opening her eyes, and heard the Doctor tell her parents that her right leg, which was injured in the air raid, might not be salvageable and that they had to prepare for amputation.
Afterwards, she lay there in a daze, feeling many people coming over one after another. Among them, Audrey, the director of the " Loen Charity Bursary Foundation," who had originally just come to visit the student next door, heard about her situation and expressed her willingness to cover the subsequent treatment costs. The school principal, Mr. Portland Moment, promised to create the most advanced and convenient mechanical prosthesis so that she could walk like a normal person.
But none of this dispelled the gloom, heaviness, sorrow, and despair in Eudora's heart.
She was not yet 18 years old, and before she could even savor the beauty of life, she was about to lose a leg and her dreams.
Her family wasn't wealthy. Her father was a grocer who believed in the " Lord of Storms." He was rough, savage, and unwilling to reason with women. Her mother was timid and weak, relying on her father for survival and supplementing the family income through hard work. If there hadn't been no other children in the family, Eudora wouldn't have been able to go to school at all. Even so, her father chose Backlund Technical School, a place where results could be seen quickly.
She had previously expressed her gratitude for her good fortune, as Backlund Technical School had Reorganization into Backlund University of Technology, and she had passed the exams to become a real university student. This filled her with smiles every day, spreading happiness to those around her, and giving her free time to pursue poetry.
Eudora's dream is to stay at the university, become a university teacher, find a husband who loves her and whom she loves, and at the same time continue writing poetry, hoping to publish it in magazines and newspapers.
Now, all of this has been destroyed by a bomb that fell from the sky, destroyed mercilessly and coldly.
After an unknown amount of time, Eudora silently pulled the blanket up to cover her face and let out a soft cry, like the low growl of a young animal.
The crying continued for a while without stopping. Suddenly, Eudora felt something and lifted the blanket, only to see a dark figure standing by the bed.
The figure's face was half covered in mushrooms and half overgrown with weeds, and he held a wooden cane in his hand.
"..." Eudora couldn't even scream; she felt like her heart was about to explode.
The dark figure touched her with the tip of its cane.
Eudora felt her heart return to normal, and her right leg felt cool and seemed to regain feeling.
She looked towards the bedside again, but the shadowy figure was nowhere to be seen.
In a daze, Eudora moved her right leg and found that it didn't hurt at all, as if she had never been injured at all.
She pulled the blanket up again to cover her face.
A few dozen seconds later, a cry of disbelief, fear, and a touch of joy came from under the blanket.