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The church intelligence personnel on the Gourmet were easily dealt with by Nomi and sent to the prison of the Black Tide Secret Society.

In fact, these intelligence personnel were not taken seriously by the Black Tide Secret Society. The key lies in their origins.

Unlike the intelligence personnel sent by the surrounding churches in the past, after some investigation, the Black Tide Secret Society found that this group of people actually came from the northern part of the Sea of ​​Confession.

Needless to say, whose territory is the north of the Sea of ​​Confession.

"The hand of the Polar Night Stars actually reaches so far."

Tariq looked at the intelligence in his hand with a serious expression.

There is no doubt that the intelligence personnel on the Gourmet are all from the Polar Night Stars, and their purpose is naturally to pass on information about the Black Tide Secret Society to the Polar Night Stars.

But all along, they have rarely encountered people from the Polar Night Stars Church, let alone have any contact.

"The Mother Goddess's territorial waters are in chaos all year round, and there are constant conflicts between the major churches. It is not surprising that the Polar Night Stars can reach in."

Doyle shrugged.

At this time, he has almost integrated into the top management of the Black Tide Secret Society. After all, the strength and situation are there.

"There is only one thing we need to pay attention to."

Sha Luo spoke at this time, with a bit of solemnity in her tone.

"... The stars of the polar night have begun to watch us."

...

"Ugh--"

"Cough cough cough..."

In the bathroom, painful vomiting and coughing sounds were heard, mixed with the sound of some sticky liquid spilling.

"Cough cough..."

Fellner's face was pale, his body was weak and collapsed against the wall, gasping for air, and his breathing was accompanied by some hollow cavity sound.

Since the last time he used his talent to see the mysterious black oil-like liquid, Fellner began to show abnormal symptoms.

This is like some kind of disease infection.

He first had nightmares when he slept.

The content of the nightmare was also very simple, that is, he was unconsciously placed in a dark starry sky, and his eyes were motionlessly staring at the strange black sphere in front of him, and as time went by, he was still constantly approaching "it"...

During this period, Fellner had no power to resist, and couldn't even look away.

At the same time, his body began to have headaches, dizziness, fatigue, vomiting, and some ulcers on the skin...

And every nightmare would make the symptoms worse.

Today, Ferner has coughed up many internal organs and is mentally depressed.

The secret society has taken many measures against him, but none of them worked.

"...Is he going to die..."

Ferner's eyes were full of bloodshot, and he muttered to himself.

At this time, in his sight, the surrounding environment seemed to become illusory again, and the deep dark space began to appear in front of him again...

Until a voice called him.

"Ferner."

The serious and low voice did not sound friendly, but this call made Ferner feel like he was suddenly called by the teacher when he was drowsy in class, and he woke up immediately.

After waking up suddenly, Ferner saw two people appear in front of him, and there were two alert black tide knights behind him.

"Gro...Sye...Archbishop..."

Ferner heard this voice, but his mind began to blur out again uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Rogge's descending body slowly stood up.

"Well... just a vague memory will cause the pollution to progress slowly..."

He narrowed his eyes.

He naturally found out Ferner's condition.

When he had used his talent to check the true form of the mysterious black oil liquid before, Ferner directly saw some forms of "Him".

This is the reason why Ferner was polluted.

However, even if Rogge removed the pollution from Ferner at that time.

But Ferner's memory of "Him" still exists in his mind.

This memory began to "consciously" choose to recall the memory when Ferner was sleeping, and the pollution was also carried out while recalling, aggravating Ferner's condition.

If it is not stopped, Ferner, the unfortunate child, may gradually become a walking corpse, or a body that "Him" uses to manifest his will...

Obviously, it is from the starry sky-"unable to look directly" thing.

However, all this is naturally done by Rogge on purpose.

He needs to obtain information about those guys.

But this process will undoubtedly make poor Ferner suffer.

"Child... I will intercept your dangerous memory next. Relax and don't resist. Do you understand?"

Rogge looked into his eyes and said.

"...Okay."

Fellner responded with a hoarse voice.

He naturally trusted Archbishop Rogge without reservation.

Rogge nodded slightly and looked at Doyle beside him.

"Suppress and release, concentrate, and never let that memory escape."

He could easily intercept the memory. He only needed to combine the mysterious authority with the power of faith to complete this action.

But the tricky thing is that the memory itself is extremely dangerous, and it may have a certain resistance. Only a descending body can't intercept "it" and capture it perfectly.

So he called Doyle, a worker, over.

"Okay."

Doyle nodded, looking serious.

"Don't be so serious, it's not a particularly troublesome thing."

"By the way, how have you been doing in Sphentos recently? Have you made a mess of things?"

Rogge suddenly smiled and joked.

"...It's OK. With Ashru here, it's not a mess. It's just that the remnants of the Church of Giz are constantly refreshing my cognitive limits..."

"For example?"

"There are too many. What I find most difficult to accept is that they always do things that deserve to go to hell to the lambs, so that old man John can't sell his lambs at all. He goes to the Black Tide Administration Hall to cry all day. To be honest, I'm overwhelmed..."

Hearing Rogge and Doyle's relaxed and happy chat and bragging.

Although Ferner was a little confused, he was relieved. In his trance, he also had the thought of "If they are so relaxed, then I must be fine", and he felt a lot more relaxed.

Until Rogge suddenly threw a question at him.

"...What do you think, Ferner? Should the violation of the lamb be charged with indecency or violation of other people's property?"

"Ah?"

Ferner, who was in a daze, was suddenly asked a question, and he could not help but subconsciously start to think about this question wholeheartedly.

Seeing this, Rogge's smile instantly withered, and the black tide with purple mysterious power surged out in an instant, wrapping Ferner up.

"Do it."

Rogge uttered two words calmly.

He was naturally not idle enough to chat with Doyle about meaningless things at this time.

The reason for doing this was to prevent Ferner's consciousness from dispersing and being dragged by that memory, otherwise things would become much more difficult.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

Doyle on the side stopped talking, but silently released the rank suppression and enveloped the surroundings tightly.

A sphere wrapped in black tide formed between Rogge and Ferner.

The whole room fell into silence.

A moment later...

A weird explosion sounded suddenly!

"Hulu——"

A group of dark purple strange fluid creatures suddenly broke through the black tide of Rogge. After two pure white dots looked around for a moment, they chose a direction without hesitation to sprint.

"Doyle, stop it!"

Rogge's figure appeared, and his voice reminded calmly.

Doyle didn't say anything nonsense, just stared at the thing.

The moment it appeared, the suppression of the body condensed into a concentrated ball in the breath, wrapping it tightly.

"Hulu..."

The dark purple creature made a difficult and strange sound, struggling hard but unable to move at all.

Rogge walked forward, put his five fingers together and inserted them directly into its body, and the veins in his arms bulged and stirred wildly.

After a while, the dark purple creature let out a strange cry and stopped moving.

"Okay..."

Rogge exhaled, and the black tide came out of his body, wrapped it into a ball, and disappeared in his hand.

Doyle also breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

"What the hell is this? It's just a memory fragment that's so difficult to deal with? You can't even suppress it?"

Roger rolled his eyes when he heard this: "It's strange that it can be suppressed. This thing is at least a demigod. Even if it's just a memory fragment, it has the ability to resist."

His main body is not here, and the role of the descending body is limited after all.

So Doyle was called here to support him, and it really came in handy.

"Cough...Puff..."

At this time, Ferner, who was no longer covered by the black tide, couldn't help coughing, and even directly spurted out a ball of black blood.

Roger raised his hand to condense the pile of black blood in mid-air, and then threw it into the bathroom, walked up and helped him up.

Ferner is now completely free from pollution. There is no memory in his mind, so he can no longer be polluted.

The black blood he just vomited was some useless things that Roger helped him remove.

That is, the fragments of internal organs.

This may be a big problem for ordinary people, but it is just a small problem for Rogge. A few secret techniques can make Ferner recover.

After a while, Rogge handled everything.

Ferner also woke up at this time.

"... Damn, it seems that someone has stirred my internal organs fiercely..."

Ferner covered his abdomen and grimaced, looking not very good.

But in fact, this is just the aftereffect of the treatment just now. His clear mind and consciousness can explain the problem.

Rogge smiled, walked up and patted him on the shoulder: "Boy, you have done a great deed this time."

"What do you want? Secret treasure, secret technique or powerful prayer?"

"Forget it, when you think it through, apply to the Lord of the Black Tide yourself, I will tell Him."

"Ah?"

Ferner was a little confused. Part of his memory was intercepted, so in his opinion, he just saw something, then got sick, and was cured...

But Rogge suddenly told him that he had done a great deed, so naturally he was a little confused.

"Hmm..." Seeing this, Rogge also realized this and simply explained the cause and effect.

After listening, Ferner also knew that he was dying because of a memory, and couldn't help but feel a little scared: "The evil god... is really scary..."

"If you are strong enough in the future, you won't be afraid of these guys."

"But before that, you'd better use your ability less to see some unknown things, unless you want to go through the previous experience again."

Rogge reminded.

This was also one of his plans, to make Ferner realize the side effects of his powerful abilities, so he would be more cautious.

After all, it is enough to teach a lesson once.

Rogge is still very optimistic about this talented and intelligent young man.

"Yes, Archbishop Grosje."

Ferner responded seriously.

Although he did not abuse his abilities, this experience undoubtedly left a deep impression on him, and he also had a deeper understanding of the dangers of his abilities.

"Just call me sir next time."

Rogge patted his shoulder again and stood up.

"What you said just now still counts. After you think about what you want, go and apply to the Lord of the Black Tide. This is what you deserve."

"Goodbye, Ferner."

After that, Rogge and Doyle left the room with Ferner's eyes.

...

"Could this be done by the Polar Night Stars?"

After arriving at a secluded corner, Doyle frowned and asked.

"Maybe more than that." Rogge's eyes were deep: "The Polar Night Stars may have a lot to do with the existence in the starry sky."

"How do you know?" Doyle couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Guessing, don't you think it's normal for 'stars' and 'starry sky' to be related?"

Rogge smiled.

Doyle was speechless after hearing this.

But he had to admit that what Rogge said was indeed somewhat reasonable.

Some high-level beings do consider their abilities when declaring their names.

So, from this perspective, Rogge's guess is not unreasonable.

"Okay, then what is the existence in the starry sky you are talking about?"

Doyle rubbed his temple.

"Not sure." Rogge gradually put away his smile: "I am investigating the situation in this regard. I hope it is not what I think, otherwise it will be too tricky..."

He felt that the fuse of all this was most likely the curse that was removed by Uweyemuzze.

So, is the "Dragon Township Incident" in the Holy Scale Sea related to the Polar Night Stars?

More importantly, what is the relationship between the Mother Goddess and the Polar Night Stars?

These two questions are the focus of Rogge's exploration at present.

Seeing this, Doyle shrugged, shook his head and smiled.

"Okay, if the sky falls, there is someone taller to hold it up. Keep working hard, Captain Roger. I have to go back to Sphintos. Ashru should nag me again..."

Tall...

Rogge fell silent.

For the current Black Tide Secret Society, he is undoubtedly the "tall one".

Once he fails, the good situation of the entire Black Tide Secret Society will also collapse.

But... Fortunately, he has the power of "retracing".

"Hurry up and improve your strength, don't put the cart before the horse."

Rogge reminded.

Doyle's demigod rank is ultimately obtained by relying on external objects, and Roger is not sure whether there will be any hidden dangers.

"Got it, goodbye."

Doyle's voice gradually disappeared.

Rogge leaned against the railing of the secret society building, enjoying the breeze with a calm face.

A moment later, the descending body turned into a surging black tide and disappeared into the air...

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