Even after leaving the underground area of Odora family's house, Emlyn White still somewhat dazed, unable to believe that he had received the £7,000 reward so easily.
The bill of exchange was light and weightless in his hand, yet it made him realize the absurdity of reality.
The " The Hanged Man " method really worked... Lord Nibes didn't expose me or punish me; instead, he gave me a generous reward, just to pretend he didn't know and encourage me to keep trying so he could observe me secretly... Are Sanguine ' minds really this complicated... Emlyn was in a daze and sighed.
He quickly brought his wandering thoughts back to the 7,000-pound reward:
"With it, I can buy the Baron's relics from the ' The Hanged Man ' and concoct them into Potion..."
"I'll soon be Baron, Lord Emlyn White Sanguine Baron, the vampire baron!"
Emlyn's eyes lit up, and his steps became much lighter.
Within the Sanguine, without gifts from elders or the holding of corresponding ceremonies, one's rank at birth is fixed, and it is almost impossible to improve it through one's own efforts over time.
Most of the Sanguine around Emlyn's age, except for those who are extremely lucky and whose family ancestors were nearing the end of their lifespan and had to bestow power upon their descendants through rituals, are still in the concept of "adulthood" and have no chance of obtaining a "title" within decades.
Emlyn's father and mother have lived for so many years, yet they still haven't become Baron, and they don't even see any hope of becoming one!
As Emlyn stepped out the door, he couldn't help but glance at Kasimi Odora beside him.
This elderly Sanguine, who was active during the Roselle era, is still only a Baron... and I am about to reach that rank! One day, I will become a Sanguine marquis like Lord Nibes! No, a duke, even a prince! Only then can I shoulder the responsibility of being the savior of the Sanguine... Hmm, the Baron's belongings are only a little over four thousand pounds, there's still a lot of money left, enough to buy a few more Puppet and get them some new clothes... Emlyn unconsciously straightened his back and walked with increasing pride.
City of Silver, the Berg family.
Derrick lit the candles and prepared for the sacrificial ceremony.
After the frequency of lightning alternated several times, he finally got his chance.
He was quite certain that the "Chief" couldn't be watching him at this moment, because he had left City of Silver with Jack, a little boy whose injuries were beginning to heal, and an exploration team, to find the route the other party had taken from the so-called seaside to that destroyed city-state.
Before long, Derrick had everything arranged and began to solemnly and quietly recite the name of " The Fool ".
He skillfully and methodically offered the Spirit Eater's Stomach, which Miss " Magician " needed, and the extraordinary materials specified by Mr. " The Hanged Man," to the ruler above the Gray Fog.
The solid walls of City of Silver have many cracks, but they are filled with hard black soil, on which clumps of fine weeds grow, swaying gently in the wind like human hair.
Suddenly, they all rose up, as if trying to grab something, but then fell back down without any foothold.
Early morning at the Sea Waves Cathedral.
Alger Wilson, who came to collect the reward, heard some very important news from Bishop Chogo:
Latiz Dorella of the " Moss Ascetic Order " ventured into the depths of the jungle on Simim Island under the guise of Archaeologist. What she did somehow caused the " Sea God " Kavithua, who had been severely injured and hiding for many years, to collapse and frantically search for a way to prolong his existence.
Legend has it that this evil spirit, which calls itself the " Sea God," was defeated by two cardinals and powerful military figures long ago after the Rorsted Archipelago were discovered, using Sealed Artifact. It could only barely escape and go into hiding... This situation has lasted for over a hundred years without any fundamental change. How could it suddenly be on the verge of collapse and unable to maintain its existence? Alger frowned slightly, thinking about what had happened recently that was different from the past.
Was this situation deliberately created by the " Moss Ascetic Order "?
"But why didn't they do this for the previous hundred years?"
"To coordinate with his other plans?"
Amidst alternating speculation and doubt, Alger suddenly realized an important factor.
The biggest and most fundamental difference between the present and the past hundred years is:
The world has arrived in Bayam!
Mr. The Fool's Blessed have arrived at the Rorsted Archipelago!
Wherever he appears, it signifies that something significant is about to happen or be brewing. First, there was the Great Smog of Backlund, then the anomaly in Bansy Harbor, and now the near-death struggle of " Sea God " Kavithua and the unknown schemes of the " Moss Ascetic Order "... No, a more accurate description would be that wherever something significant is brewing or about to happen, Mr. The Fool's Blessed will appear! They obey Mr. The Fool's arrangements, pursuing the activities of those Concealment organizations, evil gods, and Angel! With this change of perspective, Alger suddenly understood, feeling that he had grasped the truth.
It's not that wherever "the world" goes, trouble will follow; rather, wherever trouble is about to occur, "the world's" Blessed will appear!
What benefit would this bring to Mr. The Fool? Was it purely to thwart the enemy's schemes, or would it help Him break the seal and unleash more power? Alger suppressed his doubts and decided to seize this opportunity to submit some intelligence he had previously obtained.
He clenched his right fist, pressed it against his left chest, and said hesitantly:
"Lord Chogo, during my investigation of the remnants of 'Steel', I heard some news."
"What?" Chogo had intended to send this bishop-level captain to search for traces of the rebels at sea, but was abruptly interrupted, which made him somewhat irritated.
Alger "recalling" said:
"Someone mentioned Bansy Harbor in the chat, saying that something happened there, but the descendants of the Medici Family are well hidden and have not been discovered."
Bansy Harbor, a sudden change... Chogo stepped forward and pressed for an answer:
What else did they say?
"They say there are Depravity bishops in the church, but nothing else. Lord Chogo, is the Medici Family a dark family of the Fourth Age?" Alger asked deliberately.
Chogo's face darkened:
This is not something you should know.
"I will report this to Kottman immediately."
This refers to Jahn Kottman of the Church of Storms, Archbishop of the Rorsted Sea, and the true ruler of the extraordinary world of the archipelago.
After thinking for a moment, Chogo asked again:
Who mentioned this? What does the person look like?
Alger was prepared:
I didn't know them, and they never showed up again.
"I remember the one who mentioned Bansy Harbor and the Medici Family was an ordinary-looking young man with a thin face, a broad forehead, black eyes, black hair, and wearing a monocle."
He seemed to notice I was eavesdropping, but he wasn't angry; instead, he smiled at me.
Alger was describing Amon, the " Blasphemer "!
He wanted the cardinals to believe that the exposure of the Medici Family's secrets with Bansy Harbor stemmed from a struggle between the Angel King.
This is indeed a very suitable object to use as a reason... He won't come out to defend himself, and even if he did, no one would believe him... And Divination on Him obviously won't have any effect... If I were to use extraordinary means to confirm my source of information, there would be strong signs of interference because of Mr. " The Fool," and I wouldn't be able to get an accurate answer. In terms of performance, this is equivalent to what Amon did... Alger thought with considerable peace of mind.
Chogo nodded slightly and said:
"Find these people and track down the rebels."
"Yes, Lord Chogo!" Alger replied devoutly, clenching his right fist into his left chest.
Dark clouds piled high in the sky, making the sky extremely gloomy. A torrential downpour began, the rain dripping onto the ground and splashing up bursts of white mist.
At Bayam port, the azure seawater rose slowly but resolutely, causing cargo ships and passenger ships to sway and rock like leaves drifting in mid-air.
The rain continued, and the sea level gradually approached the seawall, causing flooding in many parts of the city and creating an unusually oppressive environment.
One by one, fanatical and apathetic locals, dressed in tarpaulins and tattered jackets, came to the edge of the cliff or the embankment and jumped into the sea.
Their flesh and skin rapidly lost moisture, and by the time they fell into the sea, they had become long-weathered mummies.
A group of people cried and hugged a naval soldier who had just left the base. In their anger and grief, they bit him to death, leaving him in a bloody and gruesome state. Chaos ensued throughout the streets.
Whoosh!
boom!
The levee collapsed, and the ever-rising seawater flooded into the city of Bayam.
Klein woke up abruptly, his mind filled with the images from his dream.
This is a very clear revelation for a Seer!
" Kavithua, this ' Sea God,' can't find a way to survive, has completely given up, gone mad, and wants to create torrential rain, unleash tsunamis, submerge the entire Rorsted Archipelago, and drag countless people down with him? Meanwhile, his followers are also engaging in all sorts of extreme behaviors... I've already notified the Church of Storms; they should be able to stop it in time... No, even if I hadn't notified them, given this situation, they would have noticed the problem and taken appropriate action..." Klein got out of bed, dressed, and left the bedroom.
He saw " Blazing " Danitz standing by the window, gazing outside.
He saw the low-hanging clouds and the continuous rain, seemingly without end.
Signs were appearing? Klein walked to Danitz's side, also looking at the oppressive weather outside, and vaguely heard the unusual sound of the tide.
In the silence, a thunderous roar suddenly resounded in the sky, the leaden clouds quickly split apart, and the falling rain lost its support. In the direction of the dock, everything returned to normal.
As the Dawn shone down from the sky, Bayam seemed to be bathed in holy light.
Danitz hissed, as if talking to himself:
" Jahn Kottman changed the weather..."
Jahn Kottman... that cardinal from the Church of Storms? He suppressed Kavithua's power? Klein thoughtfully withdrew his gaze.
Danitz breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"I was quite worried just now, haha, afraid that the ' Sea God ' on the verge of collapse would cause a disaster."
"But here's Jahn Kottman."
Seeing that Gehrman Sparrow did not speak, he added to himself:
"If it were at sea, even the ' King of the Five Seas ' and the ' Mystery Queen ' couldn't defeat him."
"The captain said, the captain said, he is Sequence 3 Demigod, and the name of the Potion is..."
"It's... ' Sea King '!"
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