Chapter 922: Mushrooms and Fish

Looking at the lights that emitted out of the oriel window, the hooded

and masked Alger was just about to ask about the details of the

operation when he suddenly saw a shadow grow out of the rich darkness.

It materialized as a lanky, pale, sickly young man.

Bloodless Heath Doyle... Alger quickly recognized the man to

be the second mate of the Future.

Heath didn't look at him as he directly said to Cattleya, "Captain, they

didn't notice anything and turned those mushrooms into cream of mushroom

soup. They plan to use the prepared pan-fried fish as tonight's main

course."

"Excellent." Cattleya removed the heavy glasses on her nose and used her

eyes which had a mysterious purple hue to look through the neighboring

house's dining hall across the walls.

Heath Doyle didn't speak further as his body instantly darkened and

returned to the shadows. It was unknown where he had slunk to.

After hearing their conversation, and combining it with what Ma'am

Hermit had previously mentioned, Alger had a rough idea of the core

element to tonight's operation:

Mushrooms!

Poisonous mushrooms!

Although he didn't know what method Admiral of Stars was using to cause

the spiritual intuition of the Beyonders inside to be ineffective and

not be able to distinguish normal mushrooms from poisonous mushrooms,

Alger believed that there was nothing impossible in mysticism.

He hesitantly said, "Will this cause Artisan Cielf's death?"

Unaffiliated Artisans were rather rare, so Alger didn't wish to lose

such a "friend" if there was still room for turning things around. To

him, the best case was to imprison the fellow and make him the exclusive

Artisan for both him and The Hermit.

"No." Cattleya calmly shook her head as she explained, "Be it from the

information you gave and the observations of my crew, there's one point

to take note of: Cielf doesn't like fish, and he even hates it. This

might have to do with him getting a fish bone stuck in his throat when

he was young."

And it was because of this matter that Cattleya ultimately chose the

mushroom strategy. This could effectively reduce the enemy's effective

strength while allowing their side to minimize any risks.

The dark environment-bred mushrooms that devoured flesh and blood and

were the first to be eliminated by Admiral of Stars because they could

let Beyonders with sharp spiritual perception sense something amiss.

This was akin to facing something poisonous. In addition, Beyonders who

believed in the Primordial Moon had a rather deep understanding of

herbs, plants, and fruits. Relying on visual observation, they were

likely able to identify mushrooms that posed danger.

To trick them, the only way was for the food to be harmless itself. Only

through its contact with something else did a mutation occur.

Based on this, the mushrooms previously created by Frank were perfect!

If the two conditions of fish and water weren't met, the mushrooms were

ordinary mushrooms. They could neither poison a person to death or cause

diarrhea. It would be digested bit by bit and be broken down into its

different components before being expelled by the body. At this point,

any more fish and water was useless.

For this, Cattleya specially got Frank to temporarily abandon his

experiment and had obtained a batch of mushrooms. She also promised to

hunt an Aurora Order Rose Bishop for him.

"Hates fish..." Alger whispered, feeling like he couldn't keep up with

The Hermit's thought process.

He had clearly asked if the poisonous mushrooms could cause Artisan

Cielf's death, but the answer he received was that the Artisan wouldn't

die because he didn't like fish and even hated it.

Is there some connection between the two? Alger questioned

inwardly in puzzlement, but he didn't say it out loud.

He maintained his silence and planned to observe more and take note.

After a while, there were screams from inside the house, followed by

pangs of painful grunts and vomiting.

"Begin," Cattleya issued an order in an abnormally succinct manner.

Her figure instantly turned transparent, turning into a sculpture formed

by countless stars.

The sculpture shattered instantly as bright stars surged towards the

house's door and drilled through a gap.

As stars gathered inside, Cattleya's figure materialized.

Then, she heard howling winds and sounds of collisions.

The door frame shook before the door opened. Wearing a hood and mask,

Alger entered the targeted building not much slower than Admiral of

Stars.

He swept his gaze and quickly took in the situation at the dining hall.

Artisan Cielf was retreating from the table with a look of horror.

On the ground were two men and a woman who were constantly vomiting

mushrooms. At their chests, their clothes had ripped apart as one

mushroom after another sprouted.

Upon sensing someone enter, they subconsciously looked up, revealing

bunches of white spores on their faces.

Under his mask, Alger's face involuntarily twitched.

Although he was experienced and knowledgeable, and with him being a

Beyonder who had his fair share of experience seeing horrifying scenes,

such a scene still left a striking visual and mental impact on him.

Cattleya had expected it, but she had never expected such a harrowing

sight. After a moment of surprise, she held her right hand to her mouth

and blew a whistle.

Illusory ropes emerged from the ground and coiled around the three

Primordial Moon believers like snakes.

"Is there a way to stop this?" Cattleya said to the shadow in the

corner.

After a moment of silence, Heath Doyle's voice sounded.

"Frank said that he hadn't obtained a way to stop it in his experiments.

The only way is cremation."

Cremation... Cattleya's brows quivered. Immediately, she took

out some powder from a pocket and threw them out.

The powder seemed to have a life of their own as they accurately landed

on the three primitive believers and the various mushrooms.

Silently, they burst into scarlet flames and silently burned whatever

they touched.

Artisan Cielf was already dumbstruck from witnessing the mutation. When

someone intruded, he had thought of resisting using his mystical item,

but he quickly recognized the intruder to be Admiral of Stars Cattleya.

Hence, he wisely gave up and stood in his spot, waiting.

He knew that he was of significant value. No matter where he went, he

was not someone who would immediately be killed. Furthermore, Admiral of

Stars never had any infamy to her name.

*Worst comes to worst, I'll just have to join the Star Pirates...

Besides, this pirate admiral seems to be more beautiful than the bounty

notices. She exudes a completely different air...* Cielf tugged

at his wolf fang necklace and forced a smile, awaiting the intruder to

mention her purpose.

Cattleya glanced at him and seriously observed his appearance. All she

could confirm was that he was a classic example of someone from Intis,

but she failed to find any similarities to Queen Mystic.

The pirate admiral deliberated and said, "I had been introduced by a

friend, hoping to get you to create a mystical item, but I later

discovered that you were with some Primordial Moon believers.

"The three of them aren't too strong and couldn't restrain you at all.

Why do you still remain here?"

In this operation, Cattleya's main hypothetical enemy was actually the

Artisan himself. This was because she could neither kill him or control

him. Furthermore, he still had many well-matched mystical items, making

him a powerful enemy. Yet, things developed smoothly to her surprise.

Cielf said with a smile, "They had strong ones in Bayam in the

beginning. Using particular floral fragrances and powders, they infected

me with a strange ailment, making me increasingly weaker."

Cattleya casually sized him up and said, "You have already recovered, so

why aren't you taking this opportunity to escape?"

Alger stood by the side silently. He didn't say a word, afraid that his

voice might betray him.

Artisan Cielf chuckled and said, "While I was under their control, they

told me that as long as I believed in the Primordial Moon, I could use

certain rituals to treat my chronic illness. I couldn't resist the

temptation and tried it, and it really succeeded. I found the feeling of

being a man again..."

Having said that, he came to an abrupt halt, realizing that he had said

too much, exposing his secret illness.

*This is him letting himself go too far when it comes to women; thus,

slowly losing his abilities in bed?* Alger chuckled inwardly.

Cielf looked up and glanced at them. Seeing that no one was mocking him,

he coughed slightly and continued, "It wasn't something that relied on

medicine. I really recovered my young, virile state. Later, I had two

dreams of a moon that was bloody and very enticing.

"I believed that I had already become a believer of the Primordial Moon;

therefore, I didn't dare to escape."

Cattleya and Alger silently exchanged gazes, simultaneously passing the

death sentence on him.

As long as someone truly believed in an evil god, devil, or some other

secret existence; unless they were willing to continue in the faith and

slowly become crazier, there was no regret. Even if they were protected

by official Beyonder factions and didn't suffer any problems for

prolonged periods, they might end up strangling themselves in their

sleep years later!

This was nearly unsalvageable, unless they earned the right to receive

the blessings of a Grounded Angel like a pope of a major Church, or if

they accepted being isolated by certain Sealed Artifacts and live

underground forever.

Of course, under such situations, there were also many who did nothing

and managed to live to a ripe old age before dying a natural death.

However, they were mostly ordinary people, targets that the evil gods,

devils, and hidden existences easily ignored. As for Cielf, he was a

very useful Artisan.

Cattleya didn't mention the Primordial Moon believers again. To her, it

wasn't a big problem whether the Artisan believed in an evil god. As

long as he could be communicated with to reach a deal for cooperation

and not go crazy from time to time, the other matters weren't something

a pirate needed to be worried about.

She switched topics and said, "What mystical items do you have now? I'll

choose a few and leave you with the rest."

Towards such a development, Artisan Cielf wasn't too surprised. She was

a pirate, not a policewoman. Doing a heist in passing was extremely

normal. For her to leave him some items was something he should

earnestly thank her for.

In fact, with his level and items, it was possible for him to

successfully escape if he went all-out, but he lacked the courage.

"Alright." Cielf took out a pair of grayish-white glasses from his

breast pocket. "Gargoyle Glasses. As long as sightlines are met, it can

cause the other party to turn numb all over as though they are being

petrified. There are two negative effects. First, if one wears it and

looks into a mirror, one will turn numb as well. Second, one's body will

turn heavy, making one unagile."

*Isn't that the item I reserved... So it has already been

made...* Looking at the Artisan, Alger couldn't help but narrow

his eyes.