I Have a Sailing Game

But for an archbishop like Rogel, with his immense power, to fall into slumber is certainly a significant affair for the entire Secret Society, and Rogel needs to explain it clearly to Sharo.

"Do I need to arrange anything?" Sharo didn’t inquire about the specifics of the slumber, instead just nodded and asked.

"Just find me a quieter place."

He said.

After the main body falls into slumber, Heisatan naturally needs to stay here as well, to guard the main body on one hand and to oversee the Black Tide Secret Society on the other.

"Alright, I will arrange it." Sharo nodded in response: "I will find time to inform Chelegen and Doyle."

"There’s no need for that." Rogel shook his head: "I can go myself."

Anyway, he also intends to check out the situation around before falling into slumber, so he might as well notify them at the same time, without further troubling Sharo, who is busy enough as it is.

"By the way, if you have time later, go have an audience with the Master."

Rogel said.

With that, he transformed into black mist and left.

The purpose of Sharo’s audience is naturally to help her enhance her strength.

Currently, Sharo is only at the Angel Tier, and Rogel plans to give her a boost so she can wield more demigod power.

"Alright."

In response, Sharo nodded, then continued to immerse herself in handling official affairs.

...

"I understand." After understanding Rogel’s intention, Doyle also nodded: "Rest assured, the Natural Church has become much more docile now."

Ever since they were beaten up during their last probe, the Natural Church realized that the Black Tide Secret Society houses more than just one demigod level existence, and they dared not cause any more trouble.

"The Natural Church is hardly worth my concern."

"Are you referring to the Extreme Night Stars?"

Rogel nodded: "Exactly, it seems they have ties with powers in the starry sky, you should be wary of them."

"The power of the Extreme Night Stars might have already reached us, but they are deeply hidden."

At this point, he paused momentarily: "If it’s really impossible..."

Before he could finish, Doyle smiled and shook his head: "No need."

He naturally understood what Rogel was going to say.

Using the Power of Faith to boost his strength, but that’s not what Doyle wants.

"You said, the future of this sea should still be led by the Extraordinary, so I ought to set an example for the others."

He said.

Hearing Doyle’s words, Rogel had nothing more to add.

Doyle has his own convictions, and words are unnecessary.

"By the way, how are the Luther couple doing now?" Doyle inquired.

He’s been busy lately and hasn’t left this place much.

"Quite alright, it seems they have a quite talented student under them, maybe you can find time to check it out."

Rogel replied with a smile.

"Well then, I should be off."

Doyle nodded as he watched him slowly disappear.

...

Mire of Decay.

The current situation here is different from the Sea of Confession.

After the Black Tide City swiftly reclaimed most of the city-states with overwhelming force, the situation appears calm on the surface, but some remnants have been discretely causing disturbances.

However, ever since Chelegen had Finmage set up an organization specifically to handle these remnants, the situation in the Mire of Decay has gradually improved.

Upon meeting Chelegen, Rogel didn’t waste words, directly stating that he will be leaving for a while, and conveyed an intention as well.

"You might consider seeking the opportunity to become a Favored of the Master of the Black Tide."

"Of course, you have other choices too."

Rogel said.

Hearing this, Chelegen pondered for a moment.

In his view, Rogel’s words somewhat represent the intentions of the Master of the Black Tide, which is both an inquiry of his opinion and an acknowledgment of his contributions.

Logically, if he could become a Favored of the Master of the Black Tide, he should become much stronger.

"Even if I don’t become a Favored, I will continue to strive to fulfill the will of the Black Tide."

Chelegen, holding the Black Tide Mark, said.

The intention behind these words is quite obvious.

He gives up the opportunity to become a Favored, retains his status as an Extraordinary, but will still strive for the current ideals of the Master of the Black Tide.

This is his initial pursuit, unchanged.

Hearing this, Rogel was not angry, but rather quite gratified.

"The Master of the Black Tide will respect your decision."

"But your efforts won’t be in vain... go have an audience with Him."

Saying this, Rogel picked up a piece of paper from the table, with information about a young man on it.

"Keep an eye on this young man named Vic."

"If he wishes to leave here, do not stop him."

Rogel placed the paper back.

Hearing his words, Chelegen raised his eyebrows in surprise, but didn’t ask further.

To catch Rogel’s eye, it seems this young man newly introduced to the Eye of the Secret Society has some special qualities.

...

Balzato City-States.

Vic happily carried fresh lamb home, planning to reward himself with a delicious meal.

The lazy black cat lying on the ground glanced at him, issuing a sarcastic inquiry, "Yo, aren’t you the one who doesn’t trust anyone?"

Upon hearing the black cat’s words, Vic’s expression darkened, but he didn’t directly refute it, after all, he had certainly contradicted himself.

"...Ahem, I certainly don’t trust them. This is just a job, a temporary one. To live, one has to eat, and to eat, one needs a job, you understand?"

Vic defended his actions.

He originally planned to refuse.

After all, even though Vic was upright and honest, he had secrets, which might attract danger.

But... they offered too much...

Previously, preparing for the Magic Potion had almost depleted Vic’s reserves, and refusing would mean he can only eat dirt.

"Oh~" The black cat replied meaningfully, then suddenly looked at a corner of the floor, "The Gold Coins in your bag fell to the ground."

Upon hearing this, Vic subconsciously felt nervous, turned to look at the ground, but saw nothing.

Yet when he turned back, he saw the black cat’s disdainful expression.

"Tsk tsk tsk~"

"A pitiable soul enslaved by Gold Coins..."

Vic’s face turned darker.

"Hmph..."

"Praise the Master of the Black Tide, praise the gleaming coins~"

With graceful and lazy strides, the black cat murmured.

Behind him, Vic closed his eyes and rubbed his brow, feeling a huge headache.

Damn cat, really doesn’t intend to let this go...

...

Barbaric Sea Area.

On a roughly made and wild boat covered with giant beast fur, Blade Wind’s eyes coldly gazed at the distant coastal battlefield.

He was tall and robust, wearing a specially made fur cloak unique to the Clan Leader, his face painted with toxic oil paints.

"Roar——"

A massive Bearman leader roared angrily, slapping and shattering the body of a Hunter tribe member, blood splattering everywhere.

Afterwards, he shook his body and roared angrily at the boat where Blade Wind stood.

"Roar——"

In an instant, the sea surface shook, causing some boats to sway.

"Damned Hunters, dare to invade our territory, you will die with no place to be buried!"

"This is your end!"

The Bearman leader glared with wide eyes, his chest heaving, and shattered another Hunter tribe member’s head with a slap as he spoke.

Seeing this scene.

Blade Wind silently stood up, walked to the deck, bending his legs slightly, and the next moment...

Boom——

The entire boat tilted alarmingly forward, and he shot towards the coast like a cannonball.

Bang——

Before anyone could even see clearly what happened.

Accompanied by a wail, the previously imposing Bearman leader staggered back with a bloodied right paw.

But Blade Wind’s actions didn’t stop, he stepped forward and directly smashed the massive body down.

Unwilling to submit, then die!

Blade Wind stepped on the Bearman leader’s chest.

The next moment, Blade Wind’s foot suddenly stomped down, causing the Bearman leader’s head to shatter instantly.

"Any more resistance will lead to this end."

Blade Wind’s cold voice spread across the entire battlefield.

In past experiences, this act by Blade Wind would likely instill fear in most enemies, causing them to give up resistance.

But today seems to be different.

"Kill! Avenge the Clan Leader!"

"Damn invaders! All of you die!"

The remaining Bearman Race not only showed no fear; instead, they became enraged, their eyes red with fury, resisting even more fiercely.

"Such spirit!"

Seeing this, Blade Wind wasn’t angry; instead, he swept a glance at the Bearman Race with appreciation.

A moment later, his body began to absorb and expand, and his form began to change.

In the blink of an eye, a giant wolf appeared on the battlefield.

The war immediately turned into a one-sided massacre, bloody and tragic.

Seeing this scenario, Blade Fire in the distance had worried eyes, yet found himself contemplating some questions...