I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 535 - 311: Return to the Sea of Confession (Double-length)

And what he saw in the wine glass seemed to be a brain with blood...

However, Fernar’s mental resilience was quite strong.

He understood deeply that if he didn’t drink this cup of wine, it might affect the relationship between the Secret Society and the City of Harvest.

So, with a resolute heart, he gritted his teeth and drank a cup of wine.

But the believer across from him was relentless, fortunately, at the crucial moment, Quetidore appeared and shielded him from the remaining wine.

The rest of his companions also appeared one by one, only then did Fernar manage not to vomit and successfully established normal contact with the City of Harvest during the subsequent processes.

Before leaving, Fernar unexpectedly saw the golden glaring light of the City of Harvest faintly turn blood red.

Feeling something amiss, he and the others forcibly induced vomiting.

After vomiting out the food from the City of Harvest, they clearly felt their muddled heads became much clearer.

But Quetidore, having blocked a lot of the wine, was still drowsy and confused after vomiting the food.

"Phew... Teacher, I don’t know if what I saw was real, maybe I... maybe there’s something wrong with my eyes..."

"Please, you must find a way to help Quetidore..."

Fernar closed his eyes, rubbed his brow, and looked quite self-reproachful.

Seeing this, Tariq walked forward, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him.

"Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out, thanks for your hard work."

"Quetidore will be fine, I need to report the situation."

"You should go back and rest for a few days, in some time join us to Magrela."

"Then have Archbishop Rogel take a look at what’s going on with your eyes."

"...Is Grand Archbishop Grossye coming back?" Fernar asked, a bit surprised; he naturally remembered the man who called him up to the execution platform, without whom he might not be where he is today.

Now quite a few people knew Grand Archbishop Grossye’s true name, but he didn’t conceal it, though Fernar still preferred to call him Grand Archbishop Grossye.

Tariq nodded slightly.

Upon hearing this, Fernar felt much more at ease.

Since even Grand Archbishop Grossye was about to return, there was no longer any need to worry about Quetidore’s condition.

...

After crossing the perilous border fog.

Rogel once again boarded the Gelin and saw a stretch of clear blue sky.

This was the border of the Sea of Confession, adjacent to Magrela.

Ships bearing the flags of the Black Tide Secret Society had been waiting here for a long time.

Sharo, Tariq, and others stood on the largest ship, and when they saw the Gelin emerge from the mist, they couldn’t help but smile.

"Wow, quite the spectacle..."

"All Black Tide Secret Society’s ships, Captain, you have quite the prestige!"

Noemi marveled.

"You better stop talking with a big tongue, or I’ll hit you."

Rogel roughly rubbed her head, warning her.

The crew all knew about the true relationship between the Master of the Black Tide and him, so Rogel warned her not to speak recklessly since it was still necessary for the Master of the Black Tide to maintain his status.

Soon, under the escort of numerous ships, the Gelin arrived at Magrela.

Rogel, along with Doyle, Luther, and others, met up with Sharo and the group.

After a few pleasantries, Rogel saw the young man standing next to Tariq.

He felt somewhat familiar and soon remembered, this was the young man who first responded to him on the execution platform.

"Are you Fernar?"

Rogel looked at him and inquired.

Hearing Rogel’s words, Fernar couldn’t help but get excited, not expecting Grand Archbishop Grossye to still remember him.

He instinctively stood up straight and responded loudly, "Yes, Grand Archbishop Grossye."

Rogel smiled, "No need to be so excited."

"Yes!" Fernar forcibly pressed down his excitement and then said, "Grand Archbishop Grossye, could you help Quetidore?"

Seeing this, Tariq took the opportunity to explain the situation.

Hearing this, Rogel frowned slightly and looked at Sharo.

Sharo shook her head slightly, "That child’s condition is strange, ordinary treatment methods don’t work on him."

"I’ll take a look later." Hearing this, Rogel nodded.

Hearing this, a heavy burden lifted from Fernar’s heart.

In the Black Tide Secret Society, everyone acknowledged that Grand Archbishop Grossye was the most intelligent, with methods so mysterious they were unfathomable.

"Fernar, come over here."

Rogel waved him over.

Just now, Tariq had also mentioned the abnormality in Fernar’s eyes.

Rogel naturally wanted to examine his condition.

Without hesitation, Fernar walked up to him.

Rogel’s Spiritual Power soon enveloped his entire body, and then he used some of the Power of Faith for an in-depth examination.

A moment later, he squinted slightly with a faint smile.

This young man indeed possessed an exceptionally outstanding talent.

[You used Spiritual Power and the Power of Faith to conduct an in-depth investigation on him.]

[You discovered the cause of the abnormality in his eyes.]

[Talent: Psychic Vision (Legendary)]

[Psychic Vision (Legendary): According to your own perception, some things in your field of vision will reveal their illusory essence, but it might bring you some unnecessary troubles.]

Legendary Level talent, Psychic Vision...

Rogel couldn’t help but contemplate.

Of course, he wasn’t surprised by Fernar’s talent.

After all, with the vast territory and large population under the control of the Black Tide Secret Society, it wasn’t strange to find some exceptionally talented individuals.

What truly puzzled him was the City of Harvest.

If he guessed correctly, what Fernar saw after going to the City of Harvest should be the illusory essence revealed by Psychic Vision.

In other words, the sumptuous food and wine served by the believers of the Harvest Church were essentially related to the bloody scene Fernar witnessed...

And the abnormality with Fernar’s good friend Quetidore precisely confirmed this point.

The Harvest Church...has a problem!

Thinking of this, Rogel’s gaze turned cold.

When Sharo sent Fernar to the Harvest Church, the Black Tide Secret Society hadn’t developed to its current state.

Presumably, it was because of this that the Harvest Church would harbor ulterior motives towards the envoy from the Black Tide Secret Society...

Their enthusiastically warm reception was full of hidden malice!

Flashes of these thoughts crossed his mind as Rogel refocused his attention and looked at Fernar in front of him.

He briefly explained the young man’s special talent to him and the others.

Upon hearing this, Fernar was taken aback, "Then...those foods..."

"There’s a problem." Rogel responded calmly, then said, "You don’t need to overthink it, just go back and rest well, the Secret Society will handle this matter."

Then he encouraged him, "Strive to become stronger, your talent is indeed excellent, but it might also bring you some troubles, try to keep it under control."

Fernar nodded earnestly.

Shortly after.

Fernar had already left, and Sharo, Rogel, and others began a new round of discussions.

"Have the other forces near the City of Harvest been contacted?"

Rogel asked.

Fernar’s envoy was just one of them, around Balahavi there wasn’t only the Harvest Church as a power, for example, the once-independent Giant Tree Island was also a force.

"Giant Tree Island has expressed friendly intentions towards us."

"In addition, Giant Tree Island also revealed some secrets regarding Eye of Dusk and its surrounding forces."

Sharo didn’t list all the attitudes of the forces but instead used Giant Tree Island to bring them up.

"Based on the information from Giant Tree Island, Eye of Dusk seems to have joined forces with several small neighboring forces to secretly plot something, and they, too, were once among the followers of the Mother Goddess."

Rogel was skeptical about the Eye of Dusk.

Based on some clues and intelligence, it seemed to be an organization, but its believers seldom revealed themselves to the world, and the reason wasn’t clear...

Rogel was thoughtful.

Tree of Life Nop seemed to have awakened from its last slumber, even if not fully awake, its state seemed to have improved.

It appeared necessary for him to pay it another visit.