Chapter 1014: The Growing Group

"Alright," Emlyn replied very calmly.

Maric didn't speak further as his figure vanished.

He knew that it was impossible to come up with a specific plan in an

instant. Emlyn White had to first seek the opinion of the upper echelons

of the Sanguine; therefore, he didn't stay.

This might be a chance for me to obtain godhood and become an Earl...

Emlyn smiled as he watched the Wraith, Maric, leave silently.

He had yet to digest the Scarlet Scholar Beyonder characteristic. The

so-called opportunity to become an Earl referred to the promise of

obtaining a free ritual and the corresponding potion formula.

The carriage continued forward and stopped at the entrance of the

Harvest Church. Emlyn looked at the grayish-white fog in the sky with a

look of satisfaction, pressed down on his silk top hat, and unhurriedly

alighted the carriage before entering the cathedral's door.

After changing into his brown priest robe, he picked up a cloth and a

pail of water and began seriously wiping the surface of the candle

stands.

After Father Utravsky, who appeared taller, finished his morning sermon,

Emlyn stopped working and grumbled, "Why was Ernes allowed to return?"

"He only requested to do a month of volunteer work." Father Utravsky

wasn't annoyed by Emlyn's repeated question from time to time, appearing

extremely patient.

Upon thinking of his encounter, Emlyn immediately felt indignant. He

couldn't help but mumble, "He was forced to do volunteer work, not out

of his own accord. He can't be allowed to decide on the period. He needs

to serve at least half a year!"

Father Utravsky replied with a smile, "He did well. He worked hard the

entire month, guiding the devotees and copying the bible. I could

clearly sense that he had already realized the value of life and the joy

of the harvest."

Emlyn's facial muscles twitched slightly.

"Is he also---no, is he soon going to become a believer of Earth

Mother?"

"No, I didn't force him to change his faith," Father Utravsky said

gently. "I only taught him the teachings of Earth Mother and to sense

the traces and fragments that life brings. I hope that he will recall

the home for the soul, the mother's embrace, whenever he feels lost."

Emlyn's lips quivered, but he ultimately didn't say a word. He lowered

his head and continued wiping.

In an apartment in Cherwood Borough.

Fors sat on a high-back chair, her gaze focused on an empty glass bottle

on the desk in front of her.

She had finally digested the Astrologer potion some time ago. Today,

under Xio's watch, she had concocted the Asmann's brain and the ancient

wraith's cursed item into the Scribe potion. She mustered her courage

and drank it.

At this moment, she felt her brain rapidly expanding. The grand folds

and white matter rapidly increased as her body gradually blurred,

separating into individual cells.

Those cells formed a haloed "door" that circled her brain.

Fors subtly heard the familiar ravings, but they were indistinct and

blurry, preventing her from identifying the exact words at all. To the

experienced her, it didn't affect her in any way.

After an unknown period of time, Fors finally regained control over her

brain and cells and could sense her body's existence.

Almost at the same time, a large amount of knowledge resonated in her

mind, making her understand how to use the powers of a Scribe.

The mutated "brain" reproduced the Beyonder powers used by the target

before driving a portion of the vitalized cells to form corresponding

symbols, patterns, and labels for complete storage.

This was "I came, I saw, I record," which used one's soul as a pen and

one's Spirit Body as the paper!

At present, I can only record one Beyonder power that has the influence

of godhood. The higher the target's Sequence, the higher the chances of

my failure. Even targeted at Sequence 4, I might not be able to succeed

even once in ten attempts... I can record eight Sequence 5 and 6

Beyonder powers, and the effects are half of the original. I can record

twenty Sequence 7 to Sequence 9 Beyonder powers with their effects being

almost like the original... When the potion is digested further, I'll

enjoy an enhancement in all these aspects... Fors concluded the

knowledge and her experiences before silently muttering to herself.

This appeared to overlap with Leymano's Travels, but Fors felt that no

one would ever find having too many Beyonder powers being excessive.

Besides, the two were complementary. After all, she could rent Leymano's

Travels to other Tarot Club members and be paid with Beyonder powers.

However, she was unable to rent herself out.

At Sequence 6, an Apprentice finally has sufficient combat strength!

Fors reined in her thoughts as she sighed to Xio.

She then took a pen and paper and began writing a letter:

"Dear Teacher, I'm very pleased to inform you that I've finally become

a Scribe. I'm just one step away from my dreams of 'Traveling'..."

After writing a few sentences, she saw Xio stand up and walk towards the

door from the corner of her eye. She hurriedly shouted at her, "Hey,

shouldn't we head to a restaurant to celebrate?"

Xio replied in a stern manner, "Your overflowing spirituality is rather

serious. You'll need several days of Cogitation to keep it under

control. Uh, you aren't allowed to smoke or drink. Don't overly indulge

yourself in your emotions."

After the advice, she added, "I still have commissions to do. I almost

have enough to exchange for the Judge formula."

"...Alright." Fors threw up her hands.

After leaving the house, Xio unlocked the chains and got onto a bicycle

specially created for youths. She then rode towards Hillston Borough.

According to the intelligence she had previously obtained, Viscount

Stratford had reserved lunch at a luxurious restaurant.

Upon reaching the restaurant, Xio secured the bike to a street lamp and

found a secluded comer to observe the people passing by.

After an unknown period of time, a carriage drove through the thin fog.

There was a coat of arms with a flower and two rings engraved on it.

Xio's focus intensified as she watched the carriage stop at the

restaurant's entrance. She then saw the grizzled Viscount Stratford, who

was in his forties, get off first. He then extended his hand to the

passenger behind him like a gentleman.

It was a lady draped in a dark red cloak.

Xio couldn't see the lady's face and only noticed that the lady's jaw

was soft and her skin fair.

On the Blue Avenger at the Northern Sonia Sea.

Alger Wilson's feet left the ground as he floated behind the window of

the captain's cabin. He stared at the deck and distant waves outside.

Having already digested a portion of the Ocean Songster potion, he had

reported to the Church of Storms two weeks ago and had accumulated

enough contribution points to obtain a Wind-blessed potion and

successfully consumed it. This also meant that he was officially a

Sequence 6. Of course, he had to redigest the Wind-blessed potion, but

that wasn't too difficult.

The biggest problem is that the commotion created from digesting the

Ocean Songster is too obvious... I should've bought that Word of the Sea

and blamed the singing on it every time... Alger sighed silently, but he

didn't feel too much regret. This was because even if he wanted to buy

it back then, he didn't have the money for it.

Furthermore, he had figured out the way to digest the Ocean Songster

potion.

I should be able to get the information soon and confirm who that Feysac

navy officer that Mr. Fool wishes to investigate is... Alger retracted

his gaze and floated back to the desk where there was a brass sextant.

At this moment, two sailors passed by the deck while belching.

"There seem to be sirens in these waters. I always hear their singing at

night..." one of the sailors said in uncertainty.

His companion sneered.

"How is that possible? How can a siren sound so bad?

"It must be some noise produced by some sea monster!"

City of Silver, in the training field which wasn't as crowded compared

to during "daytime."

A pile of blue ice was stacked there like a small mountain.

Derrick didn't bring his weapon with him as he stood empty-handed in

front of the mountain of ice, piously praying, "The Fool that doesn't

belong to this era..."

After chanting the honorific name and making his request, he looked at

the Chief of the six-member council, Colin Iliad, walk towards the ice

blocks from afar.

Colin, with two swords on his back, carried a bottle of light-emitting

and hot golden liquid. He watched as Derrick exerted his strength to

enter the ice block and bury himself inside completely without leaving a

single crack.

A deep and hazy darkness descended. Even with the lightning streaking

across the sky, it was unable to illuminate the interior.

In the blink of an eye, an indescribable surge appeared as though pairs

of eyes were cast over from the depths of the darkness.

Colin Iliad could clearly sense that Derrick was in a deep slumber. Even

though Derrick was being frozen in ice that normally didn't melt and his

body was trembling, he didn't wake up.

Without any hesitation, he threw the potion bottle ahead of him. A

wraith-like transparent figure floated above and enveloped it.

This figure passed through the blue ice and came to the cramped space

where Derrick was. It took out the potion and placed it by Derrick's

mouth.

Just as this action was done, it immediately retreated and left the ice

blocks.

Whoosh!

Colin Iliad suddenly drew his sword and cleaved behind him to his right.

A monster, whose rotting body was covered in eyes, burst out into yellow

pus.

It wasn't known where it came from!

At this moment, Colin saw a radiant light emerge from the pile of blue

ice. They scattered pure light, with a burning intensity, warmth,

brightness, and vitality that was different from the surrounding

lightning.

This filled Colin's eyes as if the light had come from the Dark Ages.

This City of Silver Chief watched intently and was motionless for a long

time until another monster emerged from the darkness.

In the ancient palace above the fog.

Little Sun is at Sequence 5 too... Klein heaved a sigh of relief as he

cast his eyes at the crimson star representing The Sun and cast it to

another star.

That signified Miss Justice. Over the past month or so, she had

completed many of the Psychology Alchemists' missions and had exchanged

her contribution for the Dreamwalker's potion formula.

This also meant that she was about to meet Hvin Rambis again.