Chapter 1089: A Difficult Decision

After sitting for a while, Klein raised his hand to rub his temples. He

then stood up, took four steps counterclockwise, and went above the gray

fog.

He then conjured Gehrman Sparrow. By praying to Mr. Fool, he sent

messages to Danitz and The Hermit Cattleya.

The message for the former was to remind him to be careful of the Secret

Order. Although he didn't believe that Zaratul would directly seek out

Danitz, a person who had crossed paths with Gehrman Sparrow on the

surface, there was nothing wrong with reminding him regardless. As a

Bizarro Sorcerer, Klein had a certain level of understanding of the

Beyonders of the Seer pathway. He believed that those who could truly

advance to such a state were sufficiently cautious and careful. This

didn't exclude certain oddities and exceptions, but it definitely didn't

exclude Zaratul who was at Sequence 1.

And in this situation, in the eyes of an angel who was in control of

enough secrets, Danitz was more like bait that was deliberately thrown

out to fish for certain targets. Therefore, it was highly likely that

Zaratul would very carefully and cautiously avoid him. At most, he would

send members of the Secret Order to do some direct or indirect

investigations.

By the same logic, the message that Klein gave The Hermit Cattleya had

the same content. However, this wasn't the main point. The main point

was for her to immediately contact Queen Mystic Bernadette, saying that

Gehrman Sparrow wanted to meet her as soon as possible. In addition, he

also informed the Admiral of Stars---something he wanted to delay till

the next Tarot Gathering---that she was to decide if she wanted to

purchase the Sequence 5 Druid and Sequence 4 Classical Metallurgist of

the Planter pathway.

West of the Berserk Sea, Theros Island.

Danitz, who was gathering clues about Vice Admiral Ailment, held a cup

filled with golden beer when his expression suddenly became extremely

complicated.

"What's wrong? You saw someone and recalled an indescribable encounter?"

Anderson shook the Lanti Proof distilled liquor in his hand as he teased

the abnormal Danitz.

Danitz gulped down a mouthful of beer and wiped his mouth with the back

of his hand before saying with a somewhat depressed expression, "We have

to be careful of Secret Order members from now on..."

Ever since he met Gehrman Sparrow, such words were a common occurrence

for him. His initial reaction had gone from the point of panic to

numbness and depression.

He suspected that one day, he would be listed as being wanted by all

organizations of different sizes, except Mr. Fool's organization.

Anderson sized up Danitz when he heard that as he chuckled.

"Sometimes, I feel that Gehrman Sparrow is more like a hunter than me.

"Heh, so the two of you have a special method of communication. You

don't even need to summon a messenger."

Danitz was just about to say a few perfunctory words when a person from

Intis rushed into the tavern. He held a telegram and shouted, "Feysac

launched an air raid on Backlund, Loen has officially declared war!"

Declared war? Anderson and Danitz looked at each other. By relying on

their pathway's characteristics, they acutely caught the scent of a

large-scale war.

Feysac attacked Backlund and Pritz Harbor, and in return, Loen has

officially declared war... The three ironclad warship fleets weren't at

the harbor, so there wasn't many losses. They're heading back to the

Loen coast...Cattleya's crew happened to pass through Oravi Island, and

they had gathered all sorts of information from the telegrams.

Just as she was thinking about how the pirate crew would react in this

situation, she suddenly saw an endless gray fog and heard The World

Gehrman Sparrow.

"Be careful of the Secret Order members. Be careful of Zaratul..." As

someone from Intis to a certain extent, what caught Cattleya's attention

was something that with the least importance.

And it was precisely because of this that she had no doubts about The

World Gehrman Sparrow's request to meet the Queen as soon as possible.

She believed that this was related to the Secret Order and Zaratul.

Finally, she said the two potion names softly, "Druid... Classical

Metallurgist...

"This Sequence 4's modern name should be the Ancient Metallurgist. It

was previously called Human Metallurgist..."

Cattleya subconsciously walked to the window and cast her gaze down. On

these seas which had a time difference between it and Backlund, Frank

Lee and Artisan Cielf were leaning on the side of the ship' sunbathing.

The former had a relaxed expression and looked very pleased, but there

was a pensive look in his eyes. It was as though there were still some

problems that couldn't be resolved. The latter's face was pale, and his

lips were quivering. Scattered over his clothes were mushrooms.

Druid... Ancient Metallurgist... Admiral of Stars Cattleya repeated the

two terms again, feeling as though something was pressing down on her.

After about ten seconds, Cattleya adjusted the heavy glasses on her nose

bridge and consoled herself.

Mr. Fool didn't give any warnings. It means it's not a big deal...

With this thought in mind, specks of bright light floated down, forming

a staircase of light between the captain's cabin window and the deck.

Cattleya went down the stairs and walked to Frank Lee and Cielf s side.

After a few seconds of silence, Cattleya asked, "Frank, what are your

dreams?"

Only then did Frank Lee realize that his captain had arrived. With a

push of his palm, he flipped to his feet.

"Dreams?"

This Biologist thought about it seriously and said, "I wish to be able

to study the soil, the creation of objects, and crossbreeding techniques

without restrictions, so as to ensure that humans will no longer be

hungry anymore. Equality between people will be achieved. What you can

do, I can do. What you can grow, I can also grow..."

Upon hearing this, Artisan Cielf slowly got up and silently crouched to

the side, opening his mouth and vomiting.

Frank Lee continued without being affected, "In order to have such a

world, one has to have sufficient food and resources, so I hope to

create all kinds of creatures that can deal with different environments

and conditions. Heh heh, everyone has their own tendencies. I prefer

fish, beef, and spores..."

Cattleya finished listening to Frank's description with a deadpan

expression. However, during this process, she repeatedly nudged the

thick glasses on her nose thrice.

After a moment of silence, Cattleya asked, "There's only one step left

to your research now?"

"That's right. I'm just short of a Druid's ability for catalyzing it. If

I can't get the formula, I'm thinking of getting Cielf to help me make the Druid Beyonder

characteristic I have into a mystical item," Frank answered frankly.

"No, I won't help you! You devil!" the silently vomiting Artisan Cielf

raised his head and shouted anxiously.

Cattleya watched this scene quietly. With a flip of her hand, she

produced a gold coin.

Ding!

The gold coin flipped up before landing in Cattleya's palm, heads facing

up.

"I have the Druid potion formula. It's from Gehrman Sparrow, 5,000

pounds," Cattleya explained in detail, as though she was deliberately

telling Artisan Cielf, informing him who the true "murderer" was.

A look of pure joy immediately appeared in Frank Lee's eyes.

"He really is a swell guy!

"Uh, Captain, I've only saved up to 3,000 pounds. Can you lend me 2,000

pounds?"

Most of his previous savings had been used to buy the Druid Beyonder

characteristic, and he had even sold some of his items.

Cattleya fell silent once again. A few seconds later, she nodded while

Frank Lee's expectant eyes were on her. "Okay."

North Borough, Backlund Medical University's affiliated hospital.

Eudora lay on the bed with a blank expression, lacking the vibrancy a

young girl should have.

She had woken up from her coma some time ago, but she hadn't opened her

eyes. Thus, she heard the doctor tell her parents that the injury she

received to her right leg from the air raid likely couldn't be saved.

They had to be prepared for an amputation procedure.

After that, she lay down in a daze, feeling as though there were many

people coming and going one after another. Among them, the person who

had originally only visited the student next door, the Loen Charity

Bursary Foundation director, Audrey, indicated that she was willing to

pay for the subsequent treatments after hearing about her. The school's

chancellor, Mr. Portland Moment, had promised to create the most

advanced and most convenient robotic limb for her to walk like a normal

person.

However, none of this dispelled the gloominess, heaviness, sorrow, and

despair in Eudora's heart.

She wasn't even 18, and she had yet to enjoy the beauty of life, but

now, she was about to lose a leg and lose her dreams.

Her family wasn't considered wealthy. Her father was the owner of a

grocery store that believed in the Lord of Storms. He was violent,

barbaric, and unwilling to reason with women. Her mother was timid and

weak, and she relied on her father to survive. If not for the fact that

her family didn't have a second child at home, Eudora wouldn't have been

able to study at all. But even so, her father had chosen a place like

the Backlund Technical School where results could be quickly seen.

Previously, she had commented on how lucky she was that the Backlund

Technical School had been turned into the Backlund University of

Technology; furthermore, she had passed the examinations and become a

real university student. This made her smile every day as she passed the

joy to the people around her while having the time to indulge in her

hobby for poetry.

Eudora's dream was to remain in the university and be a university

teacher, finding a husband who loved her as she loved him. At the same

time, she could constantly keep true to her pursuit of poetry, hoping

that they would one day be published in magazines and newspapers.

Now, all of this had been destroyed by a bomb that fell from the sky. It

had been mercilessly and cruelly destroyed.

After an unknown period of time, Eudora silently pulled up the blanket

and covered her face. She let out a soft whimper that sounded like a

baby beast.

The crying didn't stop for a while. After a while, Eudora suddenly

lifted the blanket and saw a black figure standing by her bed.

Half of the black figure's face was covered by mushrooms, while the

other half was covered in weeds. In the black figure's hand was a wooden

cane.

Eudora couldn't even scream. She felt like her heart was about to burst

out of her chest.

The black figure touched her with the tip of the cane.

Eudora felt her heart return to normal while her right leg felt cold, as

though she could feel her leg again.

When she looked at the bedside again, the black figure wasn't there

anymore.

In her daze, Eudora moved her right leg and realized that it wasn't

painful at all. It was if she had never been hurt before.

She pulled up the blanket again and covered her face.

A few seconds later, there was a sound of disbelief under the blanket.

It was filled with fear, but it was also mixed with crying that were

tears of joy.