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The docks of Seville.
Leyton sat by the fireplace in a cafe, writing intermittently on a pale yellow piece of paper.
"Do you know how to summon your own Miss Messenger?"
Is Miss Messenger about to appear? Leyton looked at the question Klein had written on the pale yellow paper, slowly curved his lips, and then wrote his reply:
"With your status, even if you just find a random incantation, creatures of the Spirit World will rush to sign a contract with you."
A moment later, new handwriting appeared on the pale yellow paper:
"The Seven Lights of the Spirit World personally deliver the message?"
"Is this really just delivering a message, or is it intimidation?"
Ignoring Klein's question, Leyton casually wrote:
"How about you use 'a unique existence willing to be your Miss Messenger'? Let the Spirit World creatures apply themselves. Their internal competition will filter out the weak and not-so-smart ones. You will most likely gain a Demigod, or even an Angel-level Miss Messenger, on the spot."
Far away in Bayam, Klein, who had changed hotels, twitched his lips slightly, but quickly suppressed it.
Demigod, or even Angel? Is this looking for a Miss Messenger or an enforcer? Let's wait for Mr. Azik's reply. If that doesn't work, I'll try the method of letting Spirit World creatures apply themselves. It doesn't feel very reliable.
After a slight pause, he wrote a new sentence on the letter paper:
"The Church of the Lord of Storms is issuing a warrant for you throughout the Rorsted Sea, and the bounty has increased to 150,000 pounds."
"Kalvetua's characteristics were intercepted by us, which is enough to enrage all the high-ranking officials of the Church of the Lord of Storms. Don't be too ostentatious recently; that 'Sea King' might even personally pursue and kill you."
In the cafe in Seville, Leyton looked at Klein's reminder and replied with a hint of helplessness:
"I already know…"
Putting down his fountain pen, Leyton leaned back in his chair and took a sip of the cafe's specialty "Sea Salt Coffee." Hmm, it was a bit salty, slightly bitter, and the taste was a little strange, but not bad.
While he was savoring his coffee, two figures walked into the cafe and sat directly on the two chairs opposite Leyton.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen~"
Leyton put down his coffee and greeted Ethan and Phoenix with a light laugh.
As he spoke, he slightly raised his right hand, extending his Spirituality, and silently created a Wall of Spirituality that isolated the inside from the outside.
As soon as he sat down, Ethan couldn't help but complain:
"We only haven't seen each other for one night, and your bounty from the Church of the Lord of Storms has increased more than tenfold. Do you know how great a temptation that is for a poor person from the Southern Continent?"
"You can try to report it. Even if it's just some information, you should be able to get part of the bounty."
Leyton thought very seriously and then offered a suggestion.
"He's just joking." Phoenix explained calmly, then asked curiously:
"Did you take Kalvetua's remnants?"
Leyton gently shook his head and said:
"It's related to me, but I didn't take it."
"Kalvetua and the characteristics of his believers were mixed together, forming a mystical item with such strong negative effects that it's almost unusable. It has already been sent for sealing."
Phoenix nodded gently, not dwelling on the question. He then asked:
"The 'Sea God' has responded to his believers again. He, now he, has changed his image and descended a new holy covenant…"
"Your information channels are very strong!"
It's only been less than half a day since the incident, and he's already received so much information… Leyton added the unspoken words in his heart.
Phoenix nodded noncommittally:
"Wherever there is a spirit, there is my informant."
"On the vast ocean, I can command more Natural Spirits. They like to integrate into nature, are sufficiently Concealment, and can easily obtain some not-too-secret information."
His explanation was very detailed and well-organized, not quite like his personal habit. It should be a habit he picked up from long-term interaction with people from the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. As he pondered, Leyton thoughtfully said with a smile:
"The sudden fall of the Sea God will inevitably cause his fanatical believers to fall into a process of self-doubt and self-redemption. They will extensively perform live sacrifices to evoke the Sea God's response, which is an unnecessary trouble and disaster for the Rorsted Archipelago."
Ethan, sitting diagonally opposite, leaned back against the chair, squinted slightly, and calmly added what Leyton had not finished saying:
"Moreover, by taking in the believers of the 'Sea God,' you will have more channels at sea, and you can also restrict the Church of the Lord of Storms to a certain extent, while also gaining a batch of faith!"
Leyton just chuckled and did not respond to the topic.
After a moment of silence, Ethan changed the subject and said:
"Mr. Pulak has agreed to your previous proposal, but we want to know your true purpose in participating in the Southern Continent's conflict."
"True purpose…" Leyton murmured softly, leaning back in his chair and pondering for a moment before speaking:
"To establish a new faith, develop civilization, and spread knowledge."
"To be precise, faith is secondary. The advancement of civilization and knowledge is the primary goal… This involves some rituals, rituals after high Sequence."
Ethan and Phoenix exchanged glances. He frowned slightly and asked:
"For something like this, wouldn't the more developed Northern Continent be more suitable?"
Leyton shook his head slightly and explained:
"While the foundational conditions of the Northern Continent are indeed better, the current pattern here is already set. Unless a tragic War of the Gods occurs among the Six Gods, there's simply no opportunity for me to intervene."
After a brief silence, Ethan continued to ask:
"What is your view on the belief in Death in the Southern Continent?"
Leyton unhurriedly took a sip of coffee before replying:
"Death? No opinion. Death can no longer appear. A Sequence 1 Angel is already the limit of that pathway."
"Because of the Evernight Goddess's existence?"
Phoenix asked curiously. This was something he had occasionally heard his father mention.
"…Mistress of Repose and Silence?"
"Is that one trying to seize the authority belonging to death? Don't the other Six Gods stop her?"
Ethan murmured with a hint of confusion. In his understanding, the other Six Gods would never allow the Evernight Goddess to dominate.
"Some will stop her, some will support her. It depends on their respective choices of allies…"
Leyton didn't elaborate much on this topic, only briefly mentioning it before changing the subject:
"If you have no other questions, you can wait for me for two days. Once I handle things, I can go to the Southern Continent."
Ethan and Phoenix exchanged glances, then nodded gently in response:
"Alright."
The City of Silver.
After receiving the grain through the bestowal ritual, and after inspection by the Council of Six and professionals to confirm there were no issues, they still cautiously chose to let a small portion of people try it first.
Derrick was also in this group. He took his share of grain back to his residence.
Placing down the grain that filled a little over half a snakeskin bag, he gently rubbed his fingers, creating a pale golden flame, and lit the half-burnt candle remaining on the table. The dim yellow light instantly illuminated the entire room.
He took out the parchment from his Pregnant , which contained the re-copied names of various grains and their cooking methods.
Is this flour? And dried meat? …Dried meat can be eaten directly, or boiled in soup. Flour can be used to make bread or noodles? What is bread?
Derrick fell into thought, looking at the white powdery flour and the dried meat that looked like dried strips of meat in front of him. He had never had experience making food other than Black-faced Grass, and for a moment, he didn't know how to start.
After hesitating for a moment, he chose to pray to The Fool:
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog, the King of Yellow and Black Who Wields Good Luck."
"Respected Mr. Fool, I wish to seek some methods for preparing food from the members of the Tarot Club. Our the City of Silver's food consists only of Black-faced Grass; we don't quite understand the techniques for preparing food from grain…"
Above the Gray Fog, he had just finished an act of playing the Sea God, calming the storm for the Sea God's believers who had suffered a shipwreck.
The crimson star representing The Sun suddenly brightened, sending out layers of wave-like crimson ripples. The Sun's prayer echoed in his ears.
Methods for preparing food? As expected, the people of the City of Silver, living in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, simply couldn't understand the simple instructions Al had written… It wasn't that they couldn't understand, but rather that they had no concept of many terms. It would be better to demonstrate it practically.
After a moment of thought, Klein left the Gray Fog.
He didn't intend for the Tarot Club members to collect recipes for The Sun. This was similar in nature to the instructions Leyton had written earlier; the people of the City of Silver, lacking the relevant common sense, would likely find it difficult to understand. It would still require a practical demonstration.
As he pondered, he pushed open the door and walked over to Danitz, who was lying in an armchair.
Under Klein's icy gaze, Danitz jumped up from the armchair as if his fur had bristled, and looked at Klein with a stiff expression:
"Do you have any orders?"
Why did I say it so subserviently! My dignity… is it completely gone?!
Klein calmly looked at Danitz and said:
"Can you prepare food?"
"Prepare… food?"
"Y-yes, we wander the seas; we don't always have a cook… Uh, but it definitely won't be very tasty, just enough to fill the stomach."
Danitz replied somewhat stammeringly. Is it really for preparing food? Not for preparing poison or explosives or something?
Whether it tastes good or not doesn't matter, as long as he can cook. Otherwise, if I specifically find a chef to demonstrate their cooking skills in front of me, they'll probably think I'm trying to steal their techniques. Klein muttered to himself, then said in a flat voice:
"Go find a house with a kitchen, and buy some groceries. Buy a little of everything; you don't need too much, but the variety should be sufficient."
"Huh?"
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