I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 483 - 288: Purging Vermin, Taking Over Scot (Double-Length - )

This is also why, even after Su Sen reported the matter, some nobles still didn’t seem to care much.

Because the truth is that these insects have long controlled the entire administrative system of Scot Island, and dealing with them all would inevitably result in a huge administrative vacancy.

"Before enough talents are cultivated, the entire administration will be handed over to the Church to govern."

Rogel responded.

After taking over Scot Island, they couldn’t take on more territories in the short term, and in subsequent plans, they wanted to turn Scot Island into a frontline base against the Kizi Church.

But to transform Scot Island into a qualified territory, these people must be cleared out, even if it means a bloodbath!

Hesitation breeds chaos!

"I understand."

Sharo took a deep breath and nodded.

While the two were discussing, Black Bone wasn’t idle either; its two heads started muttering.

"Oh dear... that’s ruthless, how many humans will die on Scot Island..."

Soft Bone clicked its tongue in wonder; it was clueless about these things, otherwise it wouldn’t have managed its own Faith so disastrously.

"Dead is dead."

Hard Bone, however, seemed indifferent.

But after a moment’s pause, it leaned in closer to Black Bone and whispered, "Black Bone, shouldn’t we ask the Master of the Black Tide for some compensation?"

"Our believers have all been killed, and now we can’t even receive any Power of Faith..."

Black Bone’s mouth twitched, squinting at him: "Have you forgotten where we are? Do you think He can’t hear us?"

Indeed... I heard everything clearly...

Rogel felt a bit speechless, the loud plotting by Hard Bone was no different from whispering in his ear.

But Black Bone was very cautious and immediately intended to apologize to the Master of the Black Tide.

Rogel, however, controlled the Master of the Black Tide to make a move in advance.

A ball of golden light descended before it.

"Before you fulfill the agreement, I will grant you your due power."

To make a horse run, you have to let it eat grass; Rogel understood this principle.

"This... thank you for your generosity, Master of the Black Tide."

After hesitating for a moment, Black Bone accepted the Power of Faith.

"Damn, so generous, I’ve never seen so much Power of Faith!"

Soft Bone’s eyes lit up, grinning ear to ear.

Meanwhile, Sharo half-knelt on the ground before the massive figure, bowing her head.

"I made a mistake in this war, leading to unnecessary casualties for the Church."

"Master of the Black Tide, I ask for your forgiveness."

Rogel stood silently to the side.

A moment later, the voice of the Master of the Black Tide resounded once more in the meeting place.

"I am aware, but you do not need to ask me for forgiveness."

Upon hearing this.

Sharo looked puzzled, unable to quite understand the Master of the Black Tide’s meaning.

Rogel slightly leaned to the side, whispering an explanation: "Use this trial as an opportunity to ask the Church for forgiveness."

It must be said that the guise of Grossye was still quite useful.

Having the Master of the Black Tide handle every detail would be somewhat demeaning.

As the Black Tide Secret Society continued to grow, more beings like Sharo Black Bone would emerge in the future, making it necessary to maintain the image of the Master of the Black Tide.

Upon hearing this, Sharo realized, then respectfully saluted.

...

The Scot Region is quite large.

The Black Tide Secret Society only cleared the main forces of the Kizi Church, and there remains a large area that needs to be swept clean.

Moreover, it is not something that can be accomplished overnight to judge the nobles and remaining forces of the Kizi Church.

More time is needed.

Thus, the matters on Scot Island are temporarily set aside.

Rogel turned his attention back to his main body.

During this period of handling affairs, he also asked Luther some questions about the Sea of Confession.

This indeed provided him with much useful information.

"...Even though everyone at the time was well aware of the threat and ambition of the Church, we were simply powerless to stop it..."

"The two great churches led by the Extreme Night Stars and the Mother Goddess occupied the Central Continent hundreds of years ago, followed by a great war, which concluded with the Mother Goddess’ victory..."

Luther’s expression was bitter.

"They hadn’t even secured the Sea of Confession before starting the war. Do you know what that means?"

"They... those Gods..."

"...Didn’t regard human strength as even worth considering!"

"In their eyes, we were just a piece of meat by their mouths, ready to be devoured at any time; they guarded more against their former allies."

"Such disregard and arrogance..."

Luther couldn’t help but clench his fists, gritting his teeth.

Ultimately, he powerlessly relaxed.

"We didn’t have any means..."

After hearing Luther’s words.

All present involuntarily fell into silence.

Rogel also deeply furrowed his brows.

The history and current situation of the Sea of Confession were far worse than he had imagined.

"How much do you know about the Mother Goddess Church?"

Rogel inquired.

The Mother Goddess Church was indeed his old adversary; among the Five Great Seas of the Newbie Village, Rogel had dealt with them numerous times.

But what was unexpected was that they were merely a small part, the tip of the iceberg.

The true power of the Mother Goddess Church had entrenched across the Sea of Confession for centuries!

"I do not know the specifics of the Mother Goddess Church; Doyle probably has more experience, but..."

"I once encountered a Favored of the Mother Goddess Church, it... it..."

Luther rubbed his brow, struggling for a moment before finding a word: "Strange."

Then he added, "In a spiritual state."

He sighed, admitting he knew little else about it.

Luther continued discussing some other details concerning the Sea of Confession with Rogel afterward.

Rogel also inquired about the Five Great Seas.

But Luther was similarly uninformed; however, he seemed to have heard the name Ozulik.

"Ozulik... that appears to be an adventurer from the Chaotic Era?"

After some effort to recall, Luther said this.

"Yes, a great adventurer from the Chaotic Era, who organized a famous fleet but eventually disappeared into the boundary mist."

"He was a hybrid of High Mountain Giant and human..."

At this point, Gaisinya interjected, elaborating, though she laughed while doing so, looking at Luther.

"Did you forget it was me who told you that story?"

"Oh right!" Luther exclaimed in realization, looking at her: "Damn, I remember now; this was that story you told me about the High Mountain Giant and the maiden... uh..."

Before finishing his sentence, he turned an awkward gaze to Rogel and the others.

Lina and Mira exchanged glances, as if they thought of something, and their faces blushed instantly.

Noemi scratched her head, puzzled, "What is it, why didn’t you continue?"

Oh dear, a High Mountain Giant and a maiden...

Rogel couldn’t help but imagine some inappropriate scenes in his mind.

But he quickly dispelled them from his mind and coughed lightly.

"Mr. Luther, I have another very important question to ask you."

Rogel’s expression turned serious.

Hearing this, Luther nodded, no longer dwelling on the previous conversation: "Mr. Rogel, please go ahead."

"Is it possible for humans..."

"...to ascend to ’God’ through an Extraordinary Magic Potion?"

Upon hearing these words.

Luther immediately fell silent.

Everyone present also became silent.

After a while, Luther shook his head with a bitter expression.

"...Mr. Rogel, you must understand one thing."

"In a world teeming with monsters, gods, and bizarre calamities, dogma and law are mere castles in the air."

"Only sufficiently mighty power can write history."

"If among us humans, there were Extraordinary with strength to rival ’Gods,’ we wouldn’t have fallen to such an extent..."

"Even those coveting the power of the divine ’Demigods,’ merely exist in age-old, illusory legends..."