I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 490 - 291: Execution! (Double - )

Rogel once again used his spiritual power to project his voice into everyone’s ears.

In an instant, each person’s expression was different.

The Black Tide Secret Society believers were relatively calm. Most of them came from Magrela. Although the island did not extensively promote ’Sailor,’ the Extraordinary Magic Potion, it was not banned, and there were a few extraordinary individuals on the island.

But due to the danger of the potion, most people still chose the Black Tide Secret Society.

After all, there had once been a believer on Magrela Island who unfortunately mutated after consuming the potion.

Compared to this.

The civilians and the prisoners on the execution stand were not so calm.

The commoners murmured among themselves. Due to the indoctrination by the church, in their eyes, extraordinaries were demons who committed heinous crimes like murder and arson.

But since Rogel spoke like this, they couldn’t help but waver a bit.

The prisoners showed varied expressions.

The one with the biggest reaction was the ceremonial attendant from the Kizi Church.

He first looked up at Rogel in disbelief, then burst into wild laughter.

"Hahahahahahaha..."

"As expected of a whimsical and lowly grassroots church, nothing but a miserable wretch who stumbled upon power by chance. You really don’t know what you’re saying; you’re bringing about your own doom..."

Boom!

"Shut up!"

The ceremonial attendant was kicked to the ground by a Black Tide Knight who came up from behind, landing face-first in the dirt.

"Damn you, you bastard, how dare you offend me like this? I’m a ceremonial attendant, the most revered on this island..."

But even so, he remained stubborn, even wanting to fight back, but unfortunately, under the suppression of the Nuduri Prison Lock, he had no chance to retaliate.

The Black Tide Knight behind him was greatly irritated. If it weren’t for the order to keep him conscious during the execution, he would have hit him harder already.

So he simply had someone bring a foul-smelling rag and brutally stuffed it into his mouth.

The ceremonial attendant looked at the stinking rag in horror and struggled violently.

Unlike the ceremonial attendant.

’What exactly does this Black Tide Secret Society intend to do...’

Kegate’s mind was in turmoil.

The church is founded on faith; though extraordinaries can provide faith, they ultimately possess powers other than those bestowed by the gods, making them unstable factors.

This is the reason why the church and extraordinaries cannot coexist in the Sea of Confession.

But the Black Tide Secret Society... seems not to care about this?

Rogel ignored these voices.

He looked at Fernar in front of him.

"This is a reward for your bravery, Fernar. Which one do you want?"

He looked at the young man in front of him with interest, curious about what choice he would make.

However, Fernar’s reaction was somewhat unexpected.

After taking a deep breath, he did not immediately answer Rogel’s question.

"Bishop Grossye, may I ask you another question?"

"Of course." Rogel nodded slightly.

"If I choose the Black Tide Mark, will I still be free to explore the sea?"

Fernar’s greatest wish was not actually to master extraordinary power, but to explore the sea.

But the world was too dangerous; without extraordinary power, it was almost certain death at sea.

Thus, he had spent most of his life on this small island, leading a mediocre existence.

"Of course, you can choose to comply with the society’s summons, which offers rich rewards. However, the society also appreciates believers with an adventurous spirit."

Rogel nodded.

"Then I choose the Black Tide Mark; I want to join the Black Tide Secret Society, Bishop Grossye."

Fernar said without hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Rogel smiled slightly, placed the Black Tide Mark in his palm, and patted his shoulder.

"I look forward to the day you set sail, Fernar."

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Upon hearing this, Fernar stood upright with some excitement and responded loudly.

Before long, under the eyes of everyone, Fernar donned a brand-new Black Tide Believer Robe and was guided away.

Seeing that Fernar had indeed become a believer, many more young people below regretted their hesitation.

But more people no longer hesitated, eagerly stepping forward.

"I also want to join the Black Tide Secret Society!"

"Me too!"

"And me! I want to become an extraordinary!"

They were extremely excited.

The Black Tide Secret Society did not reject anyone’s interest.

However, Rogel did not grant everyone the same treatment as Fernar. Instead, he informed them that to obtain potions or the Black Tide Mark, or to learn knowledge, one needed to pray devoutly to the Master of the Black Tide for a period of time.

After all, even the Master of the Black Tide needs sustenance.

Moreover, the Scott Region is relatively large. If everyone were to receive a Black Tide Mark like on Magrela before, Rogel’s faith pool would likely be drained.

Secondly, Scott was originally a region of the Kizi Church, and some people on the island still had the habit of worshiping the Kizi Church.

The Black Tide Secret Society could take this opportunity to help them completely eliminate this habit.

However, this didn’t dampen the enthusiasm of the young people.

The number of people joining continued unabated.

Even some original residents came to the square, and the number of people in the square began to grow larger and larger.

Taking advantage of this, Rogel began his next step.

"Everyone."

Just two words, yet it made everyone present fall silent.

"Next, we have another important matter to attend to."

"That is... judgment."

Upon hearing the word ’judgment,’ the prisoners who had their heads lowered like ostriches shivered and began trembling violently.

"Those who are guilty must face punishment."

"However, judging their crimes is not solely the responsibility of our Black Tide Secret Society."

Rogel slowly raised his hand, pointing towards the crowd below.

"Everyone present here is a judge."

"The Black Tide Secret Society will provide evidence of their crimes. You can also provide evidence, but if you believe someone is innocent, you can choose to defend them."

"Everything is based on evidence."

After speaking, Rogel looked at Sharo.

Sharo nodded, signaling someone to bring up the evidence.

Before long, a group of frightened, trembling children entered the square under the escort of Black Tide believers.

Their bodies and faces were clean, but scars and faint bruises were still visible, and some children even had missing body parts.

"Meira!"

A middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise, running up to embrace a child, tears streaming down his face.

"Meira, my child... I’ve finally found you... Where have you been..."

Subsequently, more people recognized these children, each reunion filled with emotion, tears overflowing.

But there were still some children who looked around blankly, yearning for their families to appear.

After waiting a long time, children were gradually taken away, but some were left standing helplessly, timidly observing their surroundings, hoping for their families to appear.

Rogel sighed and waved his hand.

These children would be raised by the Black Tide Secret Society.

Turning around, his cold gaze swept over each prisoner present.

"These poor children suffered greatly, all because of the vile desires of this scum."

"Every person with a black cloth around their neck was involved, and no one is allowed to defend them."

Rogel’s cold voice echoed throughout the square.

As the prisoners heard this, they subconsciously glanced at the cloth around their necks.

And when some saw that black cloth, they instantly turned pale, their hearts skipping a beat; some cowardly ones even wet their pants.

The civilians present also had varied expressions.

They weren’t fools; some guessed the reason behind Rogel’s few words.

Some remained silent, some were outraged, some wept and knelt, kowtowing.

Yet none voiced opposition.

After speaking, Rogel softly uttered two words.

"Execution!"

Upon hearing this, a group of well-trained Black Tide Knights immediately stepped forward, carrying heavy and sharp execution axes.

Buzz—

The sunlight reflected off the sharp axe blades.