"Alright," Emlyn agreed very calmly.
Marić didn't say another word as his figure suddenly vanished.
He knew that it was impossible to discuss the exact plan immediately. Emlyn White had to return to seek the opinion of the Sanguine's upper echelons, so he didn't stay.
This might be my chance to obtain godhood and become an Earl … Emlyn smiled as he watched the Wraith, Marić, leave silently.
He hadn't digested the Scarlet Scholar Beyonder characteristic. The so-called chance of becoming an Earl referred to the promise of a free ritual or the corresponding potion formula.
The carriage continued forward and stopped at the entrance of the Harvest Church. Emlyn looked at the grayish-white fog in satisfaction, pressed down on his silk top hat, and unhurriedly walked out of the carriage and passed through the door.
After changing into his brown priest robe, he took a rag and a bucket of water and carefully wiped the candlesticks on both sides.
After Father Utravsky, who seemed taller than before, finished his morning sermon, Emlyn stopped working and grumbled, "That's right.
"Why did you let Ernes go back?"
"He only requested to do a month of volunteer work." Father Utravsky wasn't annoyed by Emlyn's repeated questions from time to time recently. He appeared very patient.
Thinking of his own encounter, Emlyn immediately felt a little unbalanced. He couldn't help but mutter, "He was forced to do volunteer work.
He didn't volunteer of his own accord. He can't set the time limit. He has to do it for at least half a year! "
Father Utravsky replied with a smile, "He did pretty well.
"He did a good job. During that month, he worked hard to guide the believers and copy the Holy Scriptures. I could clearly feel that he had come to understand the preciousness of life and the joy of the harvest."
Emlyn's facial muscles twitched slightly.
"He's also — no, he's about to become a believer of Earth Mother?"
"No, I didn't plan on forcing him to change his faith," Father Utravsky said gently. "I only made him understand the teachings of Earth Mother and feel the bits and pieces of life. I hope that when he feels lost in the future, he can remember that there's a home for his soul — a mother's embrace."
Emlyn's lips quivered a few times, but he ultimately didn't say a word. He lowered his head and continued wiping.
…
Cherwood Borough, in a particular house.
Fors sat in the high-back chair and looked at the empty glass bottle on the desk in front of her.
Some time ago, she had finally digested the Astrologer potion. Today, under Xio's watch, she had concocted the Scribe potion using the Brain of Asman and the ancient wraith's Cursed Artifact. Mustering her courage, she drank it.
At this moment, she felt that her brain was rapidly expanding. The gray folds and bulges were increasing rapidly, and her body was gradually disintegrating into cells.
The cells glowed as if they had formed a 'door' around the brain.
Vaguely, Fors heard the familiar murmurs again, but they were very faint and indistinct. She couldn't distinguish the specific words at all. For someone as experienced as her, it didn't affect her at all.
After an unknown period of time, Fors finally regained control of her brain and cells and felt the existence of her body.
Almost at the same time, a large amount of knowledge resounded in her mind, allowing her to understand how to use the powers of a Scribe.
The mutated "brain" would reproduce the Beyonder powers used by the target. Then, it would drive the activated cells to form the corresponding symbols, patterns, and labels to complete the storage.
This was "I came, I saw, I record." Using the psyche as a pen and the Spirit Body as paper!
At present, I can only record one Beyonder power with godhood's influence. The higher the Sequence, the higher the chances of me failing. Even at Sequence 4, I might not succeed once in a dozen tries … I can record eight Beyonder powers from Sequence 6 and 5, and the effects are half of the original. I can record twenty Beyonder powers from Sequence 7 to Sequence 9, and the effects are close to the original … When the potion is digested further, there will be further improvements in all aspects … Fors combined the knowledge and her own feelings as she silently muttered to herself.
This seemed to overlap with Leymano's Travels, but Fors felt that no one would complain about having too many Beyonder powers. Besides, the two also complemented each other. After all, she could rent Leymano's Travels to the Tarot members in exchange for Beyonder powers, but it was impossible for her to rent herself out.
"Only at Sequence 6 can an Apprentice have sufficient combat strength!" Fors reined in her thoughts as she turned her head to the side and said wistfully to Xio.
She then took a pen and paper from the other side of the table and began writing.
"Dear Teacher,
"I'm very happy to inform you that I've finally become a Scribe. I'm just one step away from my dream of Traveling …"
Just as Fors wrote a few words, she saw Xio stand up from the corner of her eye and walk towards the door. She hurriedly called out to her.
"Hey, aren't we going to find a good restaurant to celebrate?"
Xio replied solemnly,
"The condition of your spirituality overflowing is rather serious. You will need a few days to control it through meditation. Uh, you can't smoke, you can't drink, and you can't indulge your emotions too much."
After exhorting her, she added, "I still have a commission to do.
I'm about to save up enough contribution points to exchange for the Judge formula. "
"… Alright." Fors threw up her hands.
After leaving the house, Xio unchained herself, got on a bicycle specially designed for youths, and rode towards Hillston Borough.
According to the information she had previously received, Viscount Stratford had ordered lunch at a luxurious restaurant there.
After arriving at the restaurant, Xio locked her bicycle to a street lamp pole and found a hidden corner to observe the people passing by.
After an unknown period of time, a carriage drove over amidst the thin fog. On it was a coat of arms formed by a flower and two rings.
Xio's attention was instantly focused as she watched the carriage stop at the restaurant's entrance. She saw Viscount Stratford, who was in his forties and wearing a white wig, alight first. He extended his hand like a gentleman to the passenger behind him.
It was a lady in a dark red cloak.
Xio couldn't see the lady's face clearly, but she noticed that her jawline was soft and her skin was fair.
…
On the Blue Avenger in the Northern Sonia Sea.
Alger Wilson's feet were off the ground as he floated behind the window of the captain's cabin. He stared at the deck and the distant waves outside.
Having digested a portion of the Ocean Songster potion, he had reported to the Church of the Storm two weeks ago that he had used the contribution points he had accumulated to exchange for a Wind-blessed potion and successfully consumed it. This also meant that in the official records, his Sequence had risen to Sequence 6. Of course, he had to digest the Wind-blessed potion again, but it wasn't difficult.
The biggest problem is that the Ocean Songster potion's digestion is too obvious … I should've bought that Word of the Sea cane. Every time I sing, I'll blame it on it … Alger sighed silently, but he didn't regret it too much. This was because even if he had decided to buy it back then, he didn't have that much money.
Furthermore, he had also figured out a way to digest the Ocean Songster potion.
I should be able to obtain the information in a while and confirm the identity of the Feysac naval officer that Mr. Fool is investigating … Alger retracted his gaze and flew back to the desk with the brass sextant in a half-floating, half-flying manner.
At this moment, two sailors passed by the deck while hiccuping.
"There seem to be sirens in these waters. I can always hear their singing at night …" one of the sailors said with uncertainty.
His companion immediately sneered.
"How is that possible? How can a siren's singing be that bad?
"It must be caused by some sea monster!"
…
City of Silver, on the training ground that wasn't as lively as "daytime."
A pile of ghostly-blue ice was piled up like a small mountain.
He stood in front of the ice mountain with his hands empty as he prayed piously.
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era …"
After chanting the honorific name and making his request, he looked at the Chief of the six-member council, Colin Iliad, who was waiting in the distance and walked towards the pile of ice.
When Colin, who was carrying two swords on his back, saw this, he held a bottle of golden liquid that emitted light and heat. He came over and watched as Derrick burrowed into the pile of ice, completely burying himself without leaving a single gap.
A deep and hazy darkness suddenly descended. Even if lightning streaked across the sky, it wouldn't be able to illuminate the area.
In an instant, an indescribable surge appeared in the surroundings, as if pairs of eyes were casting their gazes from the depths of the darkness.
Colin Iliad could clearly sense that Derrick had fallen into a deep sleep. Even though his face was pale from the ice that couldn't melt under normal circumstances and his body was trembling slightly, he didn't wake up.
Without any hesitation, he threw the potion bottle forward. A transparent figure that resembled a wraith appeared and enveloped it.
This figure passed through the ghostly-blue ice and came to the narrow space that Derrick had created. It took out the potion and poured it into Derrick's mouth.
The moment this action was completed, it immediately retreated and left the ice pile.
Whoosh!
Colin Iliad suddenly pulled out his sword and slashed to his right, producing yellow pus and a monster with eyes all over its body.
It was unknown where it came from!
At this moment, Colin Iliad saw a blazing light rise from the pile of ghostly-blue ice. It scattered a pure light that was different from lightning into the surroundings. It was hot, warm, bright, and filled with vitality.
This reflected in Colin's eyes, as if it had come from before the Dark Ages.
The City of Silver's Chief watched intently for a long time until another monster emerged from the darkness.
…
Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace.
Little Sun has also reached Sequence 5 … Klein heaved a sigh of relief and retracted his gaze from the crimson star that represented Sun and cast it towards another star.
Miss Justice had completed many Psychological Alchemy missions in the past month or so. She could exchange them for the Dreamwalker potion formula.
This meant that she would once again face Hvin Rambis.
PS: I wish everyone a happy mid-autumn festival and a family reunion ~
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