I have a big sailing game

"Huh...huh..."

The man holding the knife took several deep breaths and glanced at Vic in front of him fiercely: "Why are you running?"

"Because you are chasing me!"

Vic spread his hands in frustration. He was also tired and out of breath.

Since this man meant no harm to him, he should have told him earlier. He caught up with him with a knife. How did he know whether he was a friend or an enemy?

"...Maybe there was something wrong with the preparation of the potion that caused you to drink your brain out."

The black cat next to him sarcastically made Vic speechless for a while.

"Huh..." The man holding the knife took a long breath, exhaled another puff of second-hand smoke, and relaxed his frown slightly: "...tell me, why is this mouse chasing you so late at night?"

He threw the unconscious long-haired man in front of Vic.

He stared at Vic closely, not seeming to regard him as a simple victim.

This is understandable. After all, there are many rebels in the current city-state of Balsato who are hiding in the dark and causing trouble. There may be conflicts and internal strife.

"I suggest you tell the truth." Black Cat reminded at this time: "His strength can be manipulated by you at will, just like the old lady next door wants to cook a pot of stew."

What an outrageous description this is...

Vic's face darkened, but what he said was not unreasonable, so after thinking about it for a moment, he decided to tell the truth.

Of course, he directly concealed the resurrection, which definitely cannot be said.

As for the potion formula given by Black Cat, he got it in the academy by chance.

Although this was a bit far-fetched, there was nothing Vic could do. If he lied, he would probably be chopped into pieces.

"Oh? A student of Balsato College?"

After hearing what he said, the man holding the knife looked at him in surprise. The vigilance in his eyes dissipated a little, but he still did not believe his words directly.

"Why not seek help from the academy?"

When Vic heard this, he was silent for a moment.

The black cat flashed, lying on the box beside it, and said in a lazy and weird voice: "...You know, I have had no parents since I was a child, and I have no sense of security~"

When Vic heard this, he felt a little nervous and wanted to laugh, but he still managed to hold it back, a look of sadness appeared on his face, and he smiled bitterly.

"...I'm afraid the academy won't value a guy like me... I just want to live..."

Hearing this, the man with the knife fell silent.

Vic's look seemed to touch him.

After a while, he threw away the half-full cigar he had on hand and said, "Follow me and go to the academy tomorrow to confirm your identity with your instructor."

After saying that, he turned around and lifted up the long-haired man on the ground.

When Vic heard this, he felt slightly relieved.

The black cat lay on the long-haired man's back at some point and looked at Vic: "Do you want to silence this guy? Otherwise, you won't be able to hide your resurrection..."

When Vic heard this, he frowned.

Indeed, this guy was just knocked unconscious by the uniform, not dead.

Rather, he is here to hunt him down, and his secrets will definitely be exposed if he is censored.

but……

Vic didn't intend to take any risk. He just looked at the black cat and shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't intend to do so.

"Tsk, maybe you should do charity." Seeing this, the black cat couldn't help but mocked again.

When Vic heard this, he was about to glare at it, but saw the man holding the knife suddenly glanced slightly at his head.

"My name is Kerr, what's your name?"

"My name is Vic, sir." Vic said politely.

"oh."

Kerr responded after hearing the words and then fell into silence.

"...The academy may indeed be untrustworthy. Maybe you can consider joining the secret society."

Kerr said suddenly.

"Thank you, Mr. Kerr, I'll consider it."

Vic looked sincere, but maintained a sense of politeness and distance in his words.

Secret meeting? He was equally distrustful.

…

After some time.

Scott Island.

A merchant ship gradually docked towards the port. The captain of the merchant ship was leaning on the railing, chatting animatedly with the man next to him.

Of course, the lively meaning was that he was chatting in full swing, and the man next to him just smiled and nodded occasionally in response or asked a question.

"...I have traveled all over the world over the years. Although I cannot say that I know everything, I can barely be said to have seen everything. But I still have to say that the Kuroshio Secret Society is really a very unique existence... …”

"They don't ban those witches...Sorry, the people here are called extraordinary people. In short, they don't prohibit the existence of extraordinary people. This is what shocked me the most. Even a peasant can have magic potion to drink. This is outrageous. Already..."

"Fortunately, the Kuroshio Secret Society is not stupid. They did not distribute those highly lethal potions to those farmers. Otherwise, if I came here to do business now, I would have to hire more guards, haha... "

"All in all, this Kuroshio Secret Society seems to me to be...well...very real. After all, those magic potions can indeed harvest more food and fill more people's stomachs..."

"...They did the right thing."

The merchant captain gave such an evaluation after taking a final deep puff of his cigar.

When Rogge heard this, he didn't say anything and just smiled.

"Thank you for your help, Captain, more gold coins are waving to you."

Rogge smiled at the captain and walked down the gangway.

Hearing his words, the captain of the merchant ship laughed twice and waved goodbye to him.

After stepping onto Scott, Rogge observed the island, the largest source of faith power under his rule, from the perspective of an ordinary outsider.

At this time, the changes in Scott can only be described in one word-changing with each passing day.

After the Black Tide Conclave resolved the surrounding threats and completely entered a peaceful period, the rapid development of commerce naturally also led to the development of Scott.

And the farmers, fishermen, craftsmen, etc. in Scott, after an epic wave of strengthening by the Black Tide Conclave, their output capacity increased greatly. After becoming wealthy, they naturally further promoted the development of other industries.

These changes are particularly obvious in the architectural changes in Scott.

The original stone house buildings have now become more wooden houses, and the workmanship is quite exquisite, even with a little artistic atmosphere.

The crowds of people coming and going have also changed from scattered to crowded, with an endless stream of people and a lot of noise.

‘If we don’t use supernatural power for production, it will be difficult for such an island world to achieve social progress…’

Roger thought to himself.

He walked slowly into the prosperous urban area of ​​Scott, taking in all of this.

Looking at the prosperity around him, he felt the comfort of farming success.

Not bad.

After a moment, Roger retracted his gaze and continued to move forward.

…

In Scott, a fighting arena.

As the material life of the civilians became abundant, their spiritual needs began to increase, and many people began to have a need for entertainment. Naturally, some entertainment venues emerged.

But unlike ordinary fighting arenas, the fighters in this fighting arena called “Polar” are mostly famous adventurers, and occasionally there will be believers of the Black Tide Secret Society or students of the Black Tide Academy.

At this time, in the fighting arena, two adventurers were fighting fiercely, without using any supernatural powers, and only relying on physical strength and fighting skills to attack each other.

They seemed to have some unspeakable contradictions, and every move was aimed at the vital points.

But these obviously have nothing to do with Roger.

He walked straight to the observation room on the stage and saw the burly man who was concentrating on holding a book.

"Hmm... about the history of forging technology? Why are you interested in these?"

Roger said with interest.

Yas, who was reading a book, was shocked when he heard it. Someone had touched him behind him without him noticing.

After he turned around and saw who was coming, he couldn't help laughing: "Rogge, you're back?"

Rogge smiled and nodded, looking down from the observation room.

"Why did you come to manage the fighting field?"

Yas shook his head when he heard it, with a little helplessness in his tone: "It was Mira that girl who found something for me to do..."

"I don't really like this."

He said, which was obviously the truth.

Although he would feel excited and excited when fighting, it was not happy.

If possible, Yas would even prefer to change his fighting talent to cooking or forging.

...Of course, if it were in the past, it would be better not to change. Without this talent, the brother and sister might not have lived to this day.

"Get ready, we're going to set off."

Roger heard this, smiled, patted his shoulder, and turned away.

"Watch out for the two little guys below."

After leaving this sentence, his figure turned into black mist and gradually dissipated.

Yas then noticed the situation below, frowned slightly, sighed slightly, and jumped down from the observation room.

After landing in the fighting arena, he directly stood between the two people, blocking their attacks with his chest and back.

Both sides of the battle screamed at the same time, as if they were hitting the hard steel.

"The battle ends here."

...

After finding Yas, Roger came to the Adventurer's Guild.

At this time, the Adventurer's Guild was already very large, with many young people coming and going. They were either dressed exaggeratedly or had gorgeous looks, and they felt like they were leading the fashion trend.

This was not surprising.

After all, many of those who go out to sea for adventure are teenagers or young people, who are more energetic.

After Rogge looked up, his figure blurred and then disappeared.

"Huh?" A young man who had just left the house rubbed his eyes and muttered, "Strange..."

In a blink of an eye.

Rogge's figure appeared in the top floor office of the Adventurer's Guild.

At this time, two girls were sleeping soundly in front of their desks.

On the head of one of the girls, there was a lazy elf lying.

Rogge's face darkened when he saw this.

After a slight sigh, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snap.

With a slight sound, the two girls and the lazy elf stood up immediately. Their brains that had just been turned on were still a little confused, and their expressions were a little dull.

"Ms. Nomi, how does it feel to sleep in the office of the Adventurer's Guild?"

Rogge crossed his arms and stared at the wolf-eared girl with a smile.

"Ah?"

Nomi was still a little confused.

And Anda and the lazy elf obviously reacted faster.

"Rog... Archbishop Rog..."

"It's the bad guy!"

The elf's eyes lit up, and he flew to Rog's side with some joy, hugged his face excitedly, and kissed him.

"Bad guy, bad guy, Iya missed you so much!"

Hearing the elf say this, Rogge was quite happy.

"Iya hasn't eaten the strawberry candied haws, strawberry cake, blueberry cake, mango pudding, crispy cookies and..." you made for a long time

But when he heard the next sentence of the lazy elf, he was speechless.

"You little glutton, are you telling me the names of dishes here? Go away, go away!"

Rogge stretched out a finger and pushed her away, glaring at her.

Iya was immediately unhappy when he pushed her aside. She was so angry that her cheeks bulged and she shouted: "Damn bad guy! I don't like you anymore!"

"I hate you the most! Big bad guy! I curse you to have no sense of taste from now on, and everything you eat is like chewing wood chips..."

A series of vicious curses were used by Iya to accuse Rogge.

"Captain! You are finally back!"

"I miss you so much!"

Nomi came over with a look of surprise and pretended to hug Rogge.

Then Rogge pressed his forehead.

"Don't play this game with me. I know you still want to play."

Rogge rolled his eyes.

"But you can't play anymore. Go back and prepare and wait for me on the Green."

"By the way, where is Mira?"

After saying that, he turned his head and glanced at Anda next to him.

"Miss Mira is reading in the library."

Seeing Rogge's eyes sweeping over, Anda stood up straight involuntarily, feeling a little uneasy.

Rogge was silent for a moment: "... Don't play with this idiot anymore in the future."

"Also, please go find Hudson and tell him to wait for me on the Green."

Anda nodded seriously.

After Rogge left, Nomi's face fell immediately: "Damn it, how come the captain came back so quickly? I haven't had enough fun yet..."

"Damn big bad guy! It's better not to come back forever! Humph!"

The elf was still angry.

...

Scott Library.

This newly established library is not far from the Black Tide Academy, and it is already full of books.

Most of these books come from foreign merchant ships. When they trade, they always bring some experiences or history from other places. Of course, local scholars are also constantly writing.

In one place in the library, black fog suddenly condensed, and Rogge's figure suddenly appeared.

There were other people around, but they did not find anything unusual.

It was not because they were too focused, but because Rogge, who possessed mysterious power, could make people who did not want to see him not notice him, even if he stood in front of that person.

After Rogge took two steps, he stopped in front of a girl who was reading a book seriously.

But she still had no reaction.

Unlike others, she was really focused, so she didn't notice Rogge's arrival at all.

"... Don't read it, the story behind is very bloody. The princess guarded by the knight is actually a lover of her twin brother who killed the people, and he was pitted."

Rogge said.

This is actually the bloody story he experienced in the cave space...

The reason for this book is that he thought he couldn't just make himself sick, so he wrote it out and put it in the library...

Unexpectedly, Mira read it with relish.

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