On the Sonia Sea, untouched by the shadow of war, the " Future " slowly sailed towards the Raging Sea, surrounded by other ships.
With nothing much going on lately, " Admiral of Stars " Cattleya, who was simply waiting for the Moss Ascetic Order's response to her request, strolled on the deck, enjoying the sunlight that pierced through the thin mist.
Her gaze swept across the room and she spotted Frank Lee.
The first mate of the " Future " and the second-in- the Star Pirates " wore light blue trousers made of thick canvas and a white shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing thick brown chest hair, making him look like a giant bear in human form.
He stood at the bow of the boat, gazing into the distance, seemingly lost in thought, and appeared quite dejected.
Cattleya involuntarily slowed her pace slightly and turned to enter the cabin.
"Captain!" Frank spotted her and looked over expectantly, as if waiting for the " Admiral of Stars " to answer his questions.
Cattleya stopped abruptly, adjusted her heavy glasses, and asked casually:
What are you confused about?
Frank for a moment about how to express his question, and then answered seriously:
"I'm re-examining my inventions and creations over the years."
"... What are your thoughts?" Cattleya asked cooperatively.
Frank nodded, and said with a troubled expression:
There are too many things to reflect on.
"The most crucial point is that what I've created is still lacking one very important thing."
Cattleya was puzzled for a moment, but didn't want to press for details. Ultimately, however, driven by a sense of responsibility to all the crew members of the " Future," she carefully considered her words and spoke:
What is it?
Frank's expression instantly turned solemn:
They all lack a soul!
"It's a good thing that wheat, grapes, and mushrooms don't have souls..." Cattleya blurted out this advice instinctively, before adding, "This isn't a realm you can currently reach; you're just a Sequence 5 ' Druid '."
Frank's eyes lit up, and he blurted out:
"I see!"
Cattleya's face furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"What have you understood?"
Frank shook off his earlier gloom:
"I understand where the problem lies: the creation I want has exceeded the limits of ' Druid ' abilities."
"So, Captain, I'm giving up being a ' Druid,' I'm going to become a ' Ancient Alchemist '!"
This is Sequence 4 of the " Planter " pathway, the starting point of Demigod.
" Admiral of Stars " Cattleya's expression froze for several seconds before she adopted the posture of a captain and Demigod, and nodded slightly:
Having a goal is a good thing, but you must recognize how difficult it is.
The implication is that you shouldn't have any expectations, nor should you take this goal too seriously.
Encouraged Frank Lee immediately nodded emphatically:
I will try my best!
To prevent Frank Lee from causing trouble, Cattleya decided to take control of the matter herself:
"I will help you too."
Even if there are gains later, we can still tell Frank Lee, "It's a pity."
Frank was very pleased and thanked the captain sincerely, then said:
"I will also write to Gehrman Sparrow and ask him for some help."
He's my good friend!
What Frank didn't know was that the letters he had written over the past six months had gone through a rather complicated process:
Give it to the messenger—the messenger gives it to Fors — Fors delivers it at the Tarot Gathering or asks Mr. The Fool for help.
Cattleya pushed up her thick glasses again, said nothing more, and turned to enter the cabin.
Back in the captain's cabin, before she could even think about what had just happened, she noticed a letter on the desk where the brass sextant sat.
Cattleya was overjoyed. Forgetting about using her extraordinary abilities, she quickly walked over, picked up the letter, and opened it.
This came from Bernadette, who, after a few brief pleasantries, wrote directly:
"If I have some free time recently, I could secretly visit Lashia."
Lashia is a rather secluded island in the Sonia Sea, home to the palace of the " Mystery Queen "—a place called " Emerald City."
Cattleya read the sentence several times, and a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.
Backlund, West Borough, inside the Odora family villa.
Emlyn White saw Kasimi Odora, the middle-aged, gentlemanly Sanguine Baron, once again.
"What did Lord Nibes say?" Emlyn controlled his emotions, trying to appear less impatient.
Kasimi looked into Emlyn's bright red eyes and said:
"He just wanted me to tell you that the entire Sanguine doesn't have any extra count-level Beyonder Characteristic; they can only wait for one of the existing counts to die of old age or in an accident, leaving behind an inheritance."
Compared to humans, Sanguine have long lifespans. Even without titles, ordinary members can live to be around three hundred years old. Under these circumstances, they can accumulate experience little by little, filling every level and not leaving too many Beyonder Characteristic unused.
Therefore, it is not easy for an ordinary member to be promoted to Baron, or for Baron to become Viscount. One must either wait for the current member to pass away, obtain it from outside, or make enough contributions to receive a precious reward.
Compared to the first two ranks, it is much more difficult for Viscount to become an earl, because Sanguine Count are already Demigod and can easily live for more than a thousand years. Viscount have to wait generation after generation to have a chance to see an earl pass away.
For this reason, as soon as a count's trait becomes available, it will be immediately allocated instead of being put into the "warehouse".
While the traits of Baron and Viscount may exist to some extent in the Sanguine treasury in the form of extraordinary materials and Sealed Artifact, albeit in small quantities and each bestowal must be extremely rigorous, the traits of earls are truly without any room for maneuver.
This answer was exactly what Emlyn had expected. He looked at Baron Kasimi and nodded slightly.
"So, whenever an earl dies, it's my turn?"
"No," Kasimi shook his head, "Although you have accumulated a lot of merit, you are not yet ranked first."
"Where am I in the ranking?" Emlyn frowned slightly at first, then relaxed, trying not to make it too obvious.
Kasimi coughed, cleared his throat, and said:
"Twelfth."
... This might not even happen until the Apocalypse... Since the Progenitor entrusted me with the responsibility of saving my people, why didn't he arrange these things properly? I've been digesting my " Scarlet Scholar " Potion for months... Could this be another test? Emlyn muttered to himself, paused for a few seconds, and then asked thoughtfully:
"If I acquire the Earl's trait from elsewhere, will the clan prepare a ceremony for me?"
Kasimi sighed and said:
"Certainly!"
Emlyn did not linger, left the Odora family villa, and returned to his own residence by carriage.
Since Feynapotter declared war on Loen, he had never been to the Harvest Church again. He only heard from " The Star " that the door had been smashed, a lot of things had been stolen, and it had become a homeless place.
As for Father Utravsky, he spent half a month in a cell behind the Chanis Gate, and half a month in a room on the upper floor of Saint Samuel Cathedral, next to Archbishop Backlund, and so on, in an endless cycle.
--This was out of concern that staying behind the Chanis Gate for too long would cause Father Utravsky to suffer irreversible and incurable damage. Given the tense situation, the Church of Evernight wanted to leave a buffer zone so that it could use it to express goodwill and initiate negotiations in the future.
Although Emlyn was not a believer in the Evernight and even disliked churches somewhat, he would still visit Father Utravsky twice a month at Saint Samuel Cathedral.
"Where can I obtain the Earl's traits...?" Emlyn, feeling that he had fallen behind and might not be able to shoulder the responsibility of saving his people, looked at the desolate streets and seriously considered every possibility.
He quickly had some ideas:
" The Hermit mentioned that the Dark Saint of the Aurora Order Grazing a Warlock King, which corresponds to the Earl's trait. If we can hunt this Demigod of the Shepherd path in the same way we lured and killed the Saint of Secrets, then the problem will be solved..."
"However, having learned from that previous lesson, the ' Dark Saint ' should not fall into the trap so easily again..."
"There's also the possibility of directly attracting the Angel King..."
This was something discussed at the Tarot Club, and the conclusion was that Aurora Order for the next year and try not to provoke it.
Aside from the " Dark Saint " location which has the Sequence 4 " Warlock King " trait, Emlyn White can only think of one other place:
" The Rose School of Thought!"
Whether they are artificial Vampire of the School of Life or worshippers of the " The Moon Primordial " that originally existed in the Southern Continent, they now belong to the Rose School of Thought.
Of course, there are definitely some guys who pursue freedom and haven't joined any organization yet, but they're either not high -Sequence or don't have enough intelligence leaking out.
The thought of the Rose School of Thought instantly brought to Emlyn's mind one person:
Maric!
Maric represents the Temperance Faction of the Rose School of Thought, a force that rebels against the " Mother Tree of Desire."
"They seem to want something from the Rose School of Thought as well, perhaps we could cooperate with them..." Emlyn nodded slightly.
In Moon City, a group of residents gathered anxiously at the entrance, occasionally glancing eastward.
They were relatives of those led by the High Priest, and also representatives of the vast majority of people in Moon City.
Finally, a glimmer of light appeared, and High Priest Nim, leading Ruth and the others, returned to Moon City from afar.
A man went up to her and looked at his sister, noticing that there were still traces of tears on her face.
This resident of Moon City, who was not deformed, felt her younger brother's gaze, and unable to suppress the trembling in her heart, she opened her mouth, tears streaming down her face before she could utter a word.
"God, God has come to save us..." She cried, crying bitterly and uncontrollably.