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Chapter 308 This is a prophecy
Chapter 308 This is a prophecy
Not just "Wind Chosen Ones", but all the previous demigod sequences along this path are quite easy to play. The names are easy to understand, and you can just find any ship to work on.
As for the potion recipe for "Ocean Singer," perhaps we could ask Cheryl, whom we recently met at the Twilight Hermits' Gathering. She probably wouldn't mind spreading the recipe.
I should have a chance to see her when I go to Sonia Island; I'll ask her then.
Composing himself, Cyril nodded slightly to Alger the Hanged Man: "I'll ask around for you. I recently met a demigod on this path."
"Okay," Alger quickly replied.
...A demigod through the "Sailor" pathway?
They shouldn't be from the Church of the True God. Even the archbishops and high-ranking deacons of the church cannot pass on potion recipes of Sequence 6 and above.
An organization that does not belong to the orthodox church, but is able to cultivate demigods through the "sailor" pathway.
After letting his thoughts wander for a while, Alger stopped thinking about the problem.
After a moment of silence following the conclusion of the conversation between Sirion and Alger, today's trading session ended, and the free discussion session began.
Cyril shared her experiences in the Gargas Islands, including its customs and scenery.
"Because of the weak official presence in Fussac, pirates are more active in the Gargas Islands than in other places."
"However, the local people are known for their fierce nature, and the pirates and local residents are generally in a state of balance. There are constant minor skirmishes, but no large-scale battles."
"Why?" Audrey asked curiously.
Before Cyril could answer, Alger, the "Hanged Man," chimed in, "Because of poverty."
"The only industry that's doing relatively well locally is whaling, but it's only doing relatively well."
"For big pirates, plundering whaling ships there is not very profitable. On the contrary, they will lose some crew members after a conflict, which is completely not worth it."
"Only small pirates who couldn't plunder well-defended cargo ships and passenger ships would raid whaling ships, but compared to the local warlike natives and Fusak people, they didn't have a significant advantage in strength."
"For various reasons, that sea area has formed such a peculiar and fragile balance."
The free exchange session was drawing to a close when "The World," who hadn't spoken much, suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, I've recently received some information that something big is brewing in Backlund."
"This will bring about extremely unstable factors, and there may be tragedies."
Audrey, the "Justice" living in Backlund, quickly asked, "What's the big deal?"
"I don't know." "The World" shook its head frankly.
"The Magician" Fors, quite nervously, pressed on, "Where will those unstable factors and potential tragedies occur?"
Cyril glanced at "The World," who was putting on a troubled and conflicted expression, and then continued, "East District, Dock District, Factory District, Backlund Bridge Area..."
As he spoke, not only "Justice" and "The Magician" who lived in Backlund, but also "The World," "The Hanged Man," and "The Sun" looked over with curiosity.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Cyril smiled and continued before they could ask any questions: "This is a prophecy."
"The danger will spread in Backlund, from the dock area and factory area to the east, the Backlund Bridge area and more."
"But this is only part of the crisis, the most superficial manifestation. Deeper hidden are dark, corrupt, and insane eyes, and even more terrifying beings are secretly accumulating power."
Part of it was a "prophecy" that Bernadette told him when he last met her in Backlund, and the other part was something he made up on the spot.
"Could you be more specific?" Fors, the "magician," asked somewhat impatiently.
Cyril shook his head: "No."
"This is just a prophecy, a revelation, not a real glimpse into the predetermined future."
Even a "prophet" cannot foresee much of Backlund's future.
A prophecy... Audrey unconsciously furrowed her brow slightly.
She didn't wonder who the prophecy in Cyril's mouth came from, nor did she wonder which path or sequence the "prophet" came from. Instead, she looked at the "Fool" at the head of the table.
After frowning and pondering for a while, Fors also looked at the "Fool" at the head of the table.
A prophecy? Whose prophecy?
The East District, the dock area, the factory area... it just so happens that people in these places are secretly spreading the belief in the "True Creator." Could this be related to the Aurora Society and the "True Creator"?
But what does this have to do with the terrifying thing that appeared around Prince Edsack, which is suspected to be a level 0 sealed object, and the 0-08 that is suspected to have come to Backlund?
After letting his thoughts wander, and noticing that more and more people were turning their attention to him, "The Fool" Klein simply manipulated his alternate account, "The World," to ask himself, "Respected Fool, your followers in Backlund must have also noticed something, right?"
After asking the question, "The Fool" Klein leaned back and replied casually, "Edessa Augustus."
"The true creator."
Prince Edsak Augustus?
What major event could he be involved in that led to the tragedy that plunged all of Backlund into chaos? And this event has already been foretold and has caught the eye of Mr. Fool?
Or perhaps he made contact with the "true creator"?
Upon hearing a familiar name, "Justice" Audrey suddenly felt extremely worried and confused.
In her mind, things that could be observed by Mr. Fool were generally very dangerous, or extremely secretive, with far-reaching consequences.
Alger, the "Hanged Man," was equally astonished:
Why does Mr. Fool put Edsack Augustus before the "True Creator"?
Is the crisis that the former will cause in Backlund greater than that of the "true creator"?
"The Magician" Fors frowned slightly, his expression serious... Edsac Augustus, I vaguely remember, he seems to be a prince?
But I have absolutely no access to members of the royal family...
No, more important than that is that I need to tell Hugh not to go to places like the East District or the dock area to do missions recently.
But I don't have a good reason to keep her at home and not go out, unless I can find out exactly when the danger mentioned by "World" and "Fate" will break out.
Lost in thought, she suddenly turned to look at Sirion: "Mr. Fate, I'd like to know if there's a specific time when the prophecy you just mentioned will come true?"
"Or perhaps it will erupt around that time?"
Cyril leaned back and said casually, "Sometime this week, maybe in the next couple of days, or even tomorrow."
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Even the predictions of "prophetic masters" can't be too accurate for such major events, unless they are angels guided by the "path of destiny."
"So fast!" Fors's expression couldn't hide his astonishment.
Cyril glanced at her and said calmly, "Do you think disaster will wait until you're ready before it strikes?"
Alger, the "Hanged Man," was very interested in this matter, but dared not ask the "Fool," who had only given him hints, any further questions.
Mr.
They seem to know something about "the world" and "fate," but one is based on a slight inclination deduced from a large amount of information, while the other relies on prophecy; neither of them has clearly gained an in-depth understanding of the matter.
Unable to find an opportunity to speak, he had no choice but to remain silent.
The topic wasn't discussed for long, and today's tarot session ended with a hint from "The Fool".
After everyone rose and bowed, streaks of deep red and ethereal light rose from the boundless gray mist, dissolving the figures on both sides of the mottled long table.
Looking at the suddenly empty and quiet hall, and at himself who had been left behind, Cyril sat back down in the high-backed chair behind him.
The head of the group, "The Fool" Klein, raised a hand, causing the dummy "world" to disappear. He then looked at Cyril and asked, "What was that prophecy you just mentioned?"
Cyril leaned back and said calmly, "That's the prophecy of the 'Mysterious Queen.' She's been staying in Backlund for quite some time now."
"The impending crisis in Backlund is the opportunity she has been waiting for."
"What was the trigger?" Klein asked curiously.
"The ascension ritual of Sequence 2 'Sage' requires preventing a catastrophe involving high-level forces."
...A disaster involving high-level forces?
Klein's expression wasn't good. He thought of the time in Tingen, when the "True Creator" tried to wipe the entire Tingen off the map by descending through his offspring.
He paused, then composed himself and asked, "The 'mysterious queen' you spoke of is one of the four pirate kings of the high seas, and the owner of the 'Dawn'?"
"She plans to use the impending catastrophe in Backlund to complete the ritual and advance to Sequence 2?"
Cyril nodded. "That's about right."
"However, when I met her last time, she mentioned that the impending disaster in Backlund might be more serious than she anticipated, and she would only be able to prevent the more severe parts of it."
After a brief pause, he added, "I plan to return to Backlund tomorrow."
"Although I don't consider myself a kind person, I still have some feelings for that place and plan to do my part."
"Moreover, those who should die the most are never the people from the East District, the dock area, the factory area... those who give their all for life."
Klein was silent for a moment, then nodded seriously: "You're right."
"If you need any help, you can recite my name. Although I cannot support extraordinary abilities at the demigod level, I can throw you a few paper angel figures."
Cyril chuckled, gave him a thumbs-up, and then said, "If you urgently need help, you can use your extraordinary abilities to transform yourself into my appearance. I will detect it immediately and pinpoint your location."
Klein paused for a moment, then immediately thought of his attempt to change his appearance when he had just been promoted to "Faceless Man".
He had transformed into many different people without any problems, but when he tried to become Cyril, his spiritual intuition inexplicably gave him a frantic warning, forcing him to stop the attempt.
...Based on the spiritual intuition and warnings at the time, this was definitely not just a matter of being detected and having the location pinpointed.
Is it possible to actively control and mitigate the inherent dangers?
He muttered to himself for a while, but didn't ask about it out of curiosity. Everyone has their own secrets, such as his identity as Klein Moretti, or the staircase deep in the space above this gray fog.
After exchanging a few words, he escorted Cyril away from the gray fog. Just as he stood up to leave, his gaze swept over the distant, dimly lit, crimson, illusory stars and he suddenly thought of a vampire who had prayed to him last night.
"Uh... I completely forgot about it after taking a nap."
He patted his head, closed his eyes, and sensed the remaining spiritual energy in his body... enough to last for another ten minutes or so.
Then, his spirituality spread, touching the illusory star that represented Emlyn.
South of the bridge, Wildy Street.
Emlyn White, who had just returned home from the Harvest Church and was sitting with his beloved doll, suddenly saw an endless expanse of grayish-white mist.
Then, to his astonishment, he found himself in a mysterious and magnificent palace, like the dwelling of giants, sitting at a mottled and ancient bronze table.
At the very top of the mottled long table, a blurry figure, shrouded in thick gray fog, looked down at him.
For a moment, Emlyn felt as stiff as a thoughtless, motionless marble statue.
As he struggled to grasp the situation and what he should do, the figure within the thick gray fog suddenly spoke: "Why are you begging me?"
Pray to him... He, no, He is "The Fool"!?
Upon realizing this, Emlyn almost instinctively blurted out, "This is the oracle of the progenitor..."
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