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 an enemy or a friend?

"...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 hiding in the shadows in the city-state of Balsato, and 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 revealed 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.

"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 a while.

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 this evaluation after taking a final deep breath 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."

Roger smiled at the captain and walked down the gangway.

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

After setting foot on Scott, Rogge once again observed the island under his rule, the largest source of power of faith, from the perspective of an ordinary outsider.

The changes in Scott at this time can only be described in one word - changing with each passing day.

After the Kuroshio Secret Society resolved the surrounding threats and finally entered a period of peace, the rapid development of commerce naturally led to the development of Scott.

As for Scott's farmers, fishermen, craftsmen, etc., after an epic wave of strengthening by the Black Tide Secret Society, their output capacity has increased significantly. After becoming rich, they will naturally further promote the development of other industries.

These changes are particularly evident in Scott's architectural changes.

The original stone house buildings have now turned into more wooden houses, and the workmanship is quite exquisite, even with a bit of artistic flavor.

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

'If extraordinary power is not used for production, it may be difficult for such an island world to achieve social progress...'

Rogge thought.

With all this in mind, he slowly walked into the bustling city of Scott.

Looking at the bustling things around him, he felt a sense of comfort in his heart that he had succeeded in farming.

Not bad.

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