In the foggy sea, unshrouded in the clouds of war, the "Future" slowly sailed in the direction of the furious sea, surrounded by ships.

Nothing had happened lately, except that Gardelia, the "Admiral of the Stars" who had waited for the Morse Ascetic to respond to her request, strolled across the deck, enjoying the sunlight shining through the light mist.

With a sweep of her eyes, she saw Frank Lee.

The first mate of the Future, the second man of the "Star Pirates", wore light blue trousers made of thick canvas and a white shirt without the upper two buttons, revealing thick brown chest hair, like a giant bear in human form.

He stood at the bow of the boat, looking into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking, and his whole person looked quite depressed.

Gadelia's pace slowed a little, and she turned to enter the cabin.

"Captain!" Frank spotted her, looking expectantly, as if waiting for the "star general" to answer his questions.

Gadelia's figure paused, pushed the heavy glasses on the bridge of her nose, and asked as if chattering:

"What are you confused about?"

Frank pondered his question for a moment and replied earnestly:

"I'm revisiting what I've been inventing and creating over the years. ”

“...... What do you think?" asked Gardelia cooperatively.

Frank nodded, and said distressedly:

"There's so much to reflect.

"One of the most important things is that the things I've created are missing the most important thing. ”

Gadelia was puzzled for a while, and didn't want to ask, but in the end, she still held the idea of being responsible for all the crew of the "Future", and said after consideration:

"What is it?"

Frank's expression instantly became solemn:

"They all lack souls!"

"It's a good thing that wheat, grapes, and mushrooms don't have souls......" Gardelia subconsciously persuaded her, and then said, "This is not a realm you can touch right now, you're just a Sequence 5 'druid'." ”

Frank's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he blurted out:

"I see!"

Gadelia's face wrinkled slightly:

"You, what do you understand?"

Frank swept away the depression just now:

"I understood the problem, which was that the creation I wanted was beyond the limits of what the druids were capable of.

"So, Captain, I'm not going to be a 'druid' anymore, I'm going to be a 'classical alchemist'!"

This is sequence 4 of the "Cultivator" path, which is the starting point of the demigods.

"General of the Stars" Gardelia's expression froze for a few seconds before assuming the posture of a captain and a demigod, and said lightly:

"It's good to have a goal, but you have to recognize its difficulties. ”

The implication is that don't expect anything and don't take the goal seriously.

Frank Lee, who was "encouraged", immediately nodded heavily:

"I'll try!"

In order to keep Frank Lee from messing around, Cordelia decided to take the progress of the matter into her own hands:

"I'll help you too. ”

When the time comes, even if there is a gain, he can tell Frank Lee that "it's a pity".

Frank was very pleased, thanked the captain from the bottom of his heart, and continued:

"I would also write to Gelman 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 last six months had gone through a rather complicated process:

Give it to the messenger – the messenger to Furth – Furth to hand it over at the tarot meeting or ask Mr. "Fool" for help.

Gardelia pushed her thick glasses again, and without saying anything more, she turned and entered the cabin.

Back in the captain's room, before she could think about what had just happened, she saw a letter on the desk with the brass sextant.

Gadelia was overjoyed, and she didn't care to use her extraordinary abilities, so she walked quickly, picked up the letter, and opened it.

This came from Bernadette, who, after a few brief greetings, wrote directly:

"If you have free time recently, you can come to Laxia in secret. ”

Laxia is a fairly secluded island in the Misty Sea, hiding the palace of the "mysterious queen" - that is called the "Emerald City".

Gardelia read this sentence several times, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously hooked.

............

Inside the villa of the Oakland family, West End, Beckland.

Emlyn White met Cassimi Odra once again, a middle-aged gentleman-like Baron of the Blood.

"What did Master Nibes say?" Emlyn kept her mind in check, trying to make herself seem less impatient.

Kasimi looked at Emlyn's bright red eyes and said:

"He's just telling you that the entire Bloodline doesn't have any extra Earl Extraordinary Traits, and can only wait for any of the surviving Counts to die of old age or accident and leave an inheritance. ”

Compared to humans, the blood clan has a long lifespan, even if there is no knighthood, ordinary members can live for about three hundred years, in this case, they can accumulate little by little, occupy every level, and not let too many extraordinary characteristics be vacated.

Therefore, it is not so easy for ordinary members to be promoted to barons, or for barons to become viscounts, either waiting for the living to pass away, or to obtain it from outside, or to make enough merit to receive a precious gift.

And compared to the previous two ranks, it is more difficult for a viscount to become an earl, because the blood earl is already a demigod and can easily live for more than a thousand years, and those viscounts have to be generation after generation before they can hope to wait until an earl dies.

Because of this, whenever a count trait is vacated, it is immediately assigned instead of being put into the "warehouse".

If the characteristics of barons and viscounts, more or less, exist in the treasure trove of the bloodline in the form of extraordinary materials and seals, but there are not many of them, and each of them must be given very strictly, then the characteristics of the earl really have no room at all.

This answer was expected by Emlyn, who looked at Baron Casimi and bowed his head lightly:

"In other words, as long as any count dies, it will be my turn?"

"Nope. Kasimi shook his head, "Although you have accumulated a lot of merits, you are not in the first place yet. ”

"How many am I?" Emlyn frowned slightly, then stretched out to keep herself from being so obvious.

Casimi coughed, cleared his throat and said:

"Twelfth. ”

...... This may not be the turn of the end when it comes...... Since the Ancestor has given me the task of saving the race, why don't I arrange these things properly? My Crimson Scholar potions have been digested for months...... Is this another test? Emlin stumbled, was silent for a few seconds, and asked thoughtfully:

"If I get the Count trait from somewhere else, will the clan help me prepare the ceremony?"

Casimi spat out and said:

"Of course!"

Emlyn left the Odra family villa and returned to his lodgings in a carriage.

Ever since Fenerport declared war on Rune, he hadn't been to the Harvest Chapel, only to hear from the "stars" that the doors had been smashed and things had been taken away from it, and it had become a homeless settlement.

As for Father Utravsky, half a month in a cell behind the Charnis Gate, half a month in a room on the upper floor of St. Samuel's Church, next to Archbishop Beckland, and so on, and so on.

This is the fear that staying behind Chanis Gate will cause Father Utravsky to suffer irreversible and incurable erosion, and in such a tense situation, the Church of the Night wants to leave a buffer point so that it can show goodwill and start negotiations in the future.

Although Emlyn was not a believer in the night and even hated the church, she regularly visited Father Utravsky twice a month at St. Samuel's Church.

"Where do you go to get the Count trait......" Emlyn, who felt that he was backward and might not be able to take on the responsibility of saving the people, looked at the depressed street and seriously considered every possibility.

He quickly had some ideas:

"The 'Hermit' lady mentioned that the 'Dark Sage' of the Aurora Society herded a 'Witch King', which corresponds to the Earl's characteristic, and if you can hunt the demigod of the 'Shepherd' path like you booby trap the 'Secret Sage', then the problem will be solved......

"However, with the previous lesson, the 'Dark Sage' should not easily step into the trap again......

"There is also the possibility of directly attracting the king of angels......"

This is something that everyone discussed at the tarot meeting, and it was concluded that in the past year, they have walked around the aurora and tried not to provoke again.

Aside from the Sequence 4 "Witch King" trait in "The Dark Sage", there is only one place Emlyn White can think of:

"The Rose School!"

Whether it is the artificial vampire of the Life School or the worshippers of the "Primordial Moon" that originally existed in the Southern Continent, they all belong to the Rose School now.

Of course, there must be some guys who pursue freedom and don't join any organization at the moment, but either the sequence is not high, or there is not enough information to leak out.

When he thought of the Rose School, Emlyn instantly remembered one person:

Marić!

Marić represents the temperance faction of the Rose School, a force that rebels against the "Mother Tree of Desire".

"They also seem to want something from the Rose School, and maybe we can work with them......," Emlyn nodded slightly.

............

In Moon City, some of the residents gathered at the entrance with a little anxiety, and from time to time they looked to the east.

They were relatives of those led by the High Priest, and they were also representatives of the vast majority of the people in Moon City.

Finally, a little bit of fire appeared, and the high priest Nim took Ruth and the others back to Moon City from far and near.

A man greeted him and looked at his sister, only to find that she still had a few tears on her face.

The resident of Tsukijo, who was not a deformant, felt his brother's gaze, and could not contain the throbbing in his heart, and opened his mouth, and tears flowed before he could say a word.

"God, God has come to save us......" she began to cry, crying very sadly, crying wantonly.