Above the Fog Sea that wasn't shrouded by the dark clouds of war, the Future slowly sailed towards the Berserk Sea while surrounded by ships.
Admiral of Stars Cattleya, who had nothing to do recently, was waiting for the Moses Ascetic Order to respond to her request. She strolled on the deck and enjoyed the sunlight that shone through the thin fog.
She glanced around and saw Frank Lee.
This first mate of the Future, the second-in-command of the Star Pirates, wore light-blue trousers made of thick canvas and a white shirt that didn't have the top two buttons fastened. It revealed his thick brown chest hair, making him look like a gigantic bear in human form.
He stood at the bow of the ship and gazed into the distance. No one knew what he was thinking about, but he seemed rather downcast.
Cattleya couldn't help but slow down a little. She turned around and was about to enter the cabin.
"Captain!" Frank noticed her as he looked over in anticipation, as though he was waiting for this Admiral of Stars to answer him.
Cattleya paused and pushed up the heavy glasses on the bridge of her nose.
"What are you confused about?"
Frank pondered for a moment on how to express his question and replied seriously,
"I'm reviewing all the inventions and creations I've made over the years."
"… What do you think?" Cattleya cooperatively asked.
Frank nodded and said in distress,
"There's too much to reflect on.
"Among them, the most crucial point is that the things I've created still lack the most important thing."
Cattleya was puzzled, but she didn't wish to press further. However, she ultimately held onto the thought of being responsible for all the crew members of the Future.
"What is it?"
Frank's expression instantly became solemn.
"They all lack a soul!"
"It's a good thing that wheat, grapes, and mushrooms don't have souls …" Cattleya subconsciously persuaded him before saying, "This isn't a domain you can reach now. You're only a Sequence 5 Druid."
Frank's eyes lit up and blurted out,
"I understand!"
Cattleya's face frowned indiscernibly.
"What did you understand?"
Frank's gloominess was gone.
"I understand where the problem is. That is, the creation that I want to create has already exceeded the limits of a Druid's ability.
"So, Captain, I don't want to be a druid anymore. I want to be a classical alchemist!"
This was Sequence 4 of the Planter pathway, the starting point of a demigod.
Admiral of Stars Cattleya's expression froze for a few seconds before she assumed the posture of a captain and demigod.
"It's good to have a goal, but you have to recognize how difficult it is."
What he meant was, don't hold any expectations, and don't take this goal seriously.
Frank Lee, who was "encouraged," immediately nodded heavily.
"I will do my best!"
In order to prevent Frank Lee from messing around, Cattleya decided to control the progress of this matter.
"I will help you too."
At that time, even if he found something, he could tell Frank Lee that it was a pity.
Frank was very glad, and thanked the captain from the bottom of his heart.
"I will also write to German Sparrow and ask him for some help.
"He's a good friend of mine!"
What Frank didn't know was that the few letters he had written in the past half a year had gone through a rather complicated process:
Handing them to a messenger — a messenger to Fors — Fors would hand them over at the Tarot Gathering or request Mr. Fool's help.
Cattleya nudged her thick glasses again, and without another word, she turned around and entered her cabin.
After returning to the captain's cabin, before she had the time to think about the matter, she saw an additional letter on the desk with the brass sextant.
Cattleya was delighted. Without using her Beyonder powers, she quickly walked over, picked up the letter, and tore it open.
It was from Bernadette. After exchanging a few simple pleasantries, she directly wrote:
"If you have the time, you can come to La Cha in secret."
La Cha was a rather hidden island in the Fog Sea. It hid Queen Mystic's palace — it was called Emerald City.
Cattleya read this sentence a few times as the corners of her mouth curled up.
…
Baekeland, West End, Odora's villa.
Emlyn White once again met Cosmi Odora, the middle-aged Sanguine Baron who looked like a gentleman.
"What did Lord Nibbs say?" Emlyn controlled his emotions and tried his best not to appear too eager.
Cosmi looked into Emlyn's bright red eyes.
"He only wanted me to tell you that the entire Sanguine doesn't have any additional Earl Beyonder characteristics. We can only wait for the remaining Earls to pass away due to old age or accidents, leaving behind an inheritance."
Compared to humans, the Sanguine had a long lifespan. Even without a noble title, ordinary members could live for about three hundred years. Under such circumstances, they could slowly accumulate their Beyonder characteristics, filling up every level and not letting too many Beyonder characteristics be left vacant.
That was why it wasn't easy for an ordinary member to become a baron or a baron to become a viscount. They either had to wait for the current survivors to pass away, obtain it from the outside, or make enough contributions to receive a precious reward.
And compared to the first two ranks, it was even more difficult for a viscount to become an Earl. This was because a Sanguine Earl was already a demigod and could easily live for more than a thousand years. Those viscounts had to wait generation after generation before they had a chance of waiting for an Earl to pass away.
It was precisely because of this that as long as an Earl characteristic was left vacant, it would immediately be distributed and not placed in the "warehouse."
If the Baron and Viscount characteristics were more or less left in the Sanguine treasury in the form of Beyonder ingredients and Sealed Artifacts, there weren't many of them. Every bestowal had to be very strict, so there really wasn't any room for the Earl characteristic.
This answer was within Emlyn's expectations. He looked at Baron Cosmi and nodded slightly.
"In other words, as long as any Earl passes away, it will be my turn?"
"No." Cosmi shook his head. "Although you've already accumulated quite a bit of contribution, you haven't reached first place."
"What's my rank?" Emlyn frowned slightly before relaxing his brows, not allowing himself to make it obvious.
Cosmi coughed and cleared his throat.
"Twelfth."
… This might not even be my turn when the apocalypse comes … Since the Ancestor has given me the heavy responsibility of saving my race, why didn't she arrange these matters? My Scarlet Scholar potion has been digested for months … Could it be that this is another test? Emlyn lampooned inwardly and fell silent for a few seconds before asking thoughtfully, "What's the matter?
He asked thoughtfully, "If I obtain an Earl characteristic from somewhere else, will the race help me prepare the ritual?"
Cosmi exhaled and said, "Of course!"
"Of course!"
Emlyn didn't stay any longer. He left Odora's villa and took a carriage back to his residence.
Ever since Feynapotter declared war on Rouen, he had never been to the Harvest Church. He had only heard from The Star that the door had been smashed and many things had been snatched away. It had become a residence for vagrants.
As for Father Utravsky, he spent half a month in a cell behind Chanis Gate, and half a month in a room on the upper floor of Saint Samuel Cathedral. Beside him was Archbishop Baekeland. This went on and on in an endless cycle.
This was because they were worried that staying behind Chanis Gate for a long period of time would cause Father Utravsky to suffer an irreversible and incurable corruption. And in such a tense situation, the Church of Evernight wished to leave a buffer point so that they could express their goodwill in the future and begin negotiations.
Although Emlyn wasn't a believer of Evernight and even hated churches, he would visit Saint Samuel Cathedral twice a month to visit Father Utravsky.
Where can I obtain an Earl characteristic … Feeling that he had fallen behind and that he might not be able to shoulder the responsibility of saving his race, Emlyn looked at the desolate streets as he seriously considered every possibility.
He quickly had some ideas.
Ma 'am Hermit mentioned that the Aurora Order's Saint Tenebrous has Grazed a Shaman King. This corresponds to an Earl characteristic. If I can hunt this demigod of the Shepherd pathway like how I lured the Saint of Secrets, the problem will be resolved …
However, with the previous lesson, Saint Tenebrous likely won't easily step into a trap again …
There's also the possibility of directly attracting a King of Angels …
This was something everyone had discussed on the Tarot. The conclusion they came to was to avoid the Aurora Order for the next year and try not to provoke them.
Apart from Saint Tenebrous having a Sequence 4 Shaman King characteristic, Emlyn White could only think of one place:
Rose School!
Be it the Life School of Thought's Artificial Vampires or the Primordial Moon worshipers that originally existed in the Southern Continent, they now belonged to Rose School.
Of course, there were definitely some people who pursued freedom and hadn't joined any organization. However, either their Sequences weren't high, or there wasn't enough information to leak out.
At the thought of Rose School, Emlyn instantly recalled a person:
Marić!
Marić represented the temperance faction of Rose School. This was a faction that resisted the Mother Tree of Desire.
"They also seem to wish to obtain something from the Rose School of Thought. Perhaps we can cooperate with them …" Emlyn nodded slightly.
…
In Moon City, a number of residents gathered anxiously at the entrance, casting their gazes east from time to time.
They were the relatives of the people led by the High Priest, as well as the representatives of most people in Moon City.
Finally, a flame appeared as High Priest Nim led Rus and company back to Moon City.
A man went forward and cast his gaze at his sister. He realized that there were still traces of tears on her face.
This Moon City resident, who wasn't a deformed, sensed her brother's gaze. She couldn't help but open her mouth as her heart palpitated. Tears streamed down her face before she could say a word.
"God, God is here to save us …" She cried. She cried very sadly and wantonly.
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