I Have a Sailing Game

This wasn’t him just talking nonsense.

Uvie Muzhe mastered the Power of Illusion and Reality, and not to mention its fighting capability, when it comes to survival, its skills are top-notch.

Thinking about it, Duntemolin must have considered this aspect when he asked it to look after this group of dragon hatchlings.

"Nonsense!" Uvie Muzhe swore: "That old guy just can’t stand seeing me with nothing to do, intentionally finding trouble for me. There are plenty of idle dragons outside, and there are female dragons too, yet he specifically picked me..."

Rogel couldn’t help but laugh at these words.

However, despite Uvie Muzhe’s complaints, its guardianship over these young dragons was top-notch.

It seems that the experiences in the Starry Sky and the voyages with Rogel have indeed matured the once street urchin, making it understand the struggles of its kin.

"...By the way, do you have anything to pass the time?" After finishing complaining, Uvie Muzhe looked at Rogel expectantly.

"Pastime?" Rogel stroked his chin; he indeed had many such things.

He casually pulled out a few gadgets.

"Don’t let these things dull your mind, watching over the children is no small task."

Rogel reminded.

To this, Uvie Muzhe clearly understood and nodded: "Understood."

After going through these events, it had matured a lot and wouldn’t make such mistakes.

Besides, it wasn’t stupid; it could just use the Power of Illusion to shield these little ones while playing, right?

Rogel nodded at these words.

He then told Uvie Muzhe about his upcoming slumber.

However, Uvie Muzhe didn’t care much about this, knowing that Rogel’s clone Heisatan wouldn’t be sleeping, so it wasn’t a big deal.

After bidding farewell to Uvie Muzhe.

Rogel naturally went to find Lotarion.

It was still perched atop the massive ice formed by the True God Skull and Oduan.

Compared to Uvie Muzhe, Lotarion was much more reliable.

Owing to the mutual suppression between Oduan and the True God Skull, Lotarion didn’t have to press hard as before, just needed to stand guard.

But at this point, it seemed to be resting.

Seeing this, Rogel did not disturb it and left after a glance.

...

Scot Island, in Papua’s Furnace.

After receiving Rogel’s permission and arrangements, Papua’s guild opened quickly and progressed swiftly.

Students from Black Tide Academy were also arranged to learn Papua’s craftsmanship.

However, those with Artisan Talent were only a few, and some without talent could only leave with regret.

The regret stemmed from the fact that Papua’s Furnace was famously profitable.

Papua and her guild could not only improve and enhance all kinds of tools and artifacts but also make rare items for battle and support in battle.

In short, anything made by Papua was unlikely to be useless.

If one could learn even a small portion of her skills, it would ensure a life without worry.

As for the apprentices who came to learn, Papua welcomed them, given her agreement with Rogel.

For those who came by reputation, she rarely refused, provided she had the time.

Of course, a few with unpleasant characters were exceptions...

But today, Papua uncharacteristically took a day off from work and teaching, coming to her workshop to daydream silently.

Yet as a figure appeared, she quickly snapped out of her daze.

"Archbishop Rogel!"

Papua, surprised, greeted him very politely.

"Call me Captain or Sir," Rogel corrected the title with a smile, then asked, "How is life here?"

"Very good!" hearing this, Papua couldn’t help but smile and bowed deeply towards Rogel: "Thank you for allowing us to live with dignity!"

"No need to be so formal." Rogel shook his head slightly, knowing it was also due to Papua’s skills.

He wouldn’t go out of his way to seek out aliens to place into the Black Tide Secret Society just for the sake of equality.

"However... I seem to have disappointed your expectation." Papua suddenly sighed lightly: "You suggested I try to research more efficient tools... but I couldn’t think of anything..."

"Maybe I just don’t have the talent for research..."

Papua showed a bitter expression.

Out of gratitude to Rogel, she wanted to excel in everything he suggested; teaching techniques was one thing, but she hadn’t made any progress on this other task...

To this, Rogel just shook his head: "Don’t blame yourself; such things aren’t achieved overnight, many world-changing triggers hide in coincidences, and cannot be forced..."

"However..."

Saying this, Rogel paused, looked behind Papua, and smiled slightly.

"Papua, it seems your water has boiled."

Papua was taken aback at his words?

Water? When did I boil water?

She instinctively turned around, only to see a kettle on a table, its lid rattling with steam billowing out.

"This is..."

Her brows furrowed slightly as if perceiving something.

But when she turned back to confirm with Rogel, she found the spot where he stood was now empty.

Looking back at the table where the kettle was just moments ago, it was barren, with nothing there.

"This..."

Papua’s pupils shrunk.

A moment later, she seemed to realize something, her eyes shining.

...

"Are you continuing to stay here or going elsewhere?"

Looking at Furuya before him, Rogel asked.

Ever since the last journey to the Sea of Demons concluded, he had temporarily placed Furuya in Scot, but didn’t let her roam around.

With Rogel about to enter slumber, it was naturally time to return her freedom.

"Can I continue to stay here?"

Furuya asked expectantly, her face slightly flushed.

"You can, but you have to mind yourself, and don’t cause trouble."

Rogel said.

A Little Enchanting Demon like her, even if he’s not around, there are others in the Black Tide Secret Society that can keep her in check.

Keeping her might even resolve some tricky issues.

After settling Furuya’s situation.

Rogel used the power of Black Tide to contact Hudson far across the Blood Sea through the Black Tide Mark.

At this moment, Hudson had already established contact with Blood Race Grand Duke Yinluo’er.

As there were transactions between Rogel and Yinluo’er, Hudson’s arrival was naturally accepted.

"Yinluo’er recently keeps finding excuses to intercept other Crimson Artifacts... although he returns them afterward, he still can’t dispel the suspicions of other families..."

"However, the situation hasn’t escalated."

"Yinluo’er has a firm grip on these families."

Hudson explained the recent events.

Rogel nodded.

Yinluo’er intercepted Crimson Artifacts to tamper with them, for ultimately preventing its return.

However, doing so naturally incurs suspicion, even potentially sparking wars with other families.

How to handle this delicately depends on Yinluo’er’s own capabilities.

"If there’s any change in the Blood Sea, notify me immediately."

Rogel said.

Actually, even without Hudson, Rogel had ways to observe the Blood Sea’s situation, but with Hudson there, he wouldn’t easily be convinced by Rogel, hence Rogel could only let him be.

However, if the Blood Sea changes, Rogel will immediately summon Hudson back.

"Alright."

Hudson replied succinctly.

Then he broke off contact with Rogel and stayed in the Blood Sea.

After completing these tasks.

Rogel went to the place prepared by Sharo for him, taking out the Monument of the Rambler...