I Have a Sailing Game

Renovating the Gelin was a big deal; it concerned the safety of their journey through the Mist Sea Area and was not something to be taken lightly.

However, this created a funding gap of over two thousand Gold Coins on the Gelin.

They had to gather these funds in a short period.

After collecting information and discussions, the team made arrangements.

"Alright, I have to go back to my old trade again." Noemi stretched lazily, then cheerfully looked around, "Anyone want to team up with me?"

"I’ll team up with you," Lina said.

"Then I’ll pair up with Yas," Mira said, "His lack of long-range abilities can be offset by me."

Upon hearing this, Rogel nodded and made the final decision, "So be it."

"Yas and Mira are one team, Noemi and Lina another, and I’ll be on my own."

"I’ll rent a house on Magrela Island as a temporary base, and I’ll pack away the things on the ship."

"But when moving outside, be cautious. Do not expose your Extraordinary identities; I’ll give you some disguise Marks later, pay attention during battles."

"Let’s move."

After Rogel’s final arrangements, everyone left without hesitation, starting their own preparations for raising funds.

...

"Roar roar～"

A baby dragon, emerging from a tightly wrapped cage, called out twice to Rogel with some grievance.

"Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll bring you something good to eat when there’s time."

Rogel patted its head, offering some comfort.

Of course, he couldn’t just run around with the baby dragon openly; the attention it would draw was needless to say.

Leaving it on the ship was even more impractical, as the Black Pearl shipyard was crowded and busy.

So Rogel had to discreetly bring it to their temporary abode.

Fortunately, the baby dragon wasn’t especially mischievous, spending most of its time sleeping; it just needed to eat, regardless of the location.

The only trouble was...

"Huh huh huh? Where is this? How did Iya end up here? Bad guy, where’s our big ship?"

The Little Elf flew out from the wooden house, glancing curiously around.

Rogel rubbed his brow, murmuring a few words to brush it off.

"Alright, I’ll stay here for now, but bad guy, you have to make Iya something delicious, something freshly made!"

The Little Elf flitted about, cheerfully stating its condition.

Rogel could only chuckle and agree.

The least troublesome was Big Orange.

The cat didn’t need to be hidden; it followed Rogel wherever he went.

However, it seemed somewhat uncomfortable with the unfamiliar environment.

Whenever Rogel left, it would follow closely at his heels.

After pondering for a moment, Rogel plucked a cat hair and placed it into a bottle of Communication Potion, then drank it.

[You have consumed the Communication Potion, now you can communicate with cats.]

"Meow~"

Big Orange meowed at Rogel.

What are you doing?

Upon hearing this voice, Rogel had a peculiar expression.

Big Orange’s voice was not as he had imagined; it was a bit dopey.

"Big Orange, I’m going out for business, can you stay here and keep watch for me?"

Rogel bent down to scratch the fluffy head of Big Orange.

Hearing Rogel’s voice, Big Orange seemed puzzled about how he could understand its speech.

Still, it followed at Rogel’s heels.

"Meow meow~"

I’m coming with you.

Though it understood Rogel’s words, as a cat, it insisted on its own idea.

In Big Orange’s view, Rogel must have faced some difficulties; even their original big nest (the Gelin) was missing, so now he needed it more than ever.

Rogel scratched his head, deciding he might need to simplify his words.

After another round of communication, Big Orange’s thoughts were still very simple.

"Meow meow~"

I’m coming with you.

Saying this, it nudged against Rogel’s feet.

Seeing this, Rogel could only smile helplessly.

Oh well, taking Big Orange along wouldn’t hurt.

Thinking so, Rogel scooped it up and placed it on his shoulder.

...

Just to be safe.

Rogel wandered around the island and happened upon an unfortunate soul attempting something illicit.

After erasing his soul and replacing it with a Clone, Rogel changed his attire and stationed him in the room as a watchman.

This way, he could proceed with the tasks ahead with peace of mind.

...

On Magrela Island, at the Fern Shell Tavern.

All eyes followed the sound to the man at the tavern entrance.

A scruffy man clad in Wandering Knight Armor slowly walked in from the entrance.

The most eye-catching feature was the adorable orange cat on his shoulder.

Tap tap.

Rogel sat down at the bar, tapping his knuckles lightly on the table, speaking calmly, "Let me see the list of commission tasks."

Seeing his demeanor, he was likely a capable wanderer, so the tavern owner hurried over.

"Sir, what type of task are you interested in?"

The owner cautiously inquired.

Rogel replied expressionlessly, "The well-paying ones."

"Meow," Big Orange also meowed, yes, the well-paying ones.

He had already gathered intel on Magrela Island.

Most of the Sea of Confession provided ample ground for Bounty Hunters or wanderers to thrive.

And on Magrela Island, a place of free Faith, the situation was even more complex.

Nobles, churches, merchants, gangs, civilians, pirates... the more intricate the forces, the more conflicts arose, and naturally, more "business opportunities" followed.