I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 522 - 305: Expansion (Double - )

Its function is to give fishermen at sea a sense of weather and disaster, and also allows them to find good spots at sea through a vague sixth sense.

For example, gem or treasure locations, or certain fish schools, and so on...

In summary, it is a very suitable Magic Potion profession for fishermen.

The residents of Scot are very smart; they often form fishing teams around an Extraordinary Fisherman, as more people mean more power, making it easier to return with a full catch.

"Hmm... Magic Potion revolution?"

Thinking of this, Rogel couldn’t help but smile and shake his head.

Although there are differences, overall it greatly enhances productivity.

Then, he cast his gaze inside the Scot Church.

A moment later, his face darkened.

"Hey, handsome, want to come to my place for a cup of tea?"

Outside the Scot Church, a man in Black Tide Believer Robe winked at a passing uncle.

Hearing his words, the uncle shuddered all over and left quickly without looking back.

"Tsk, what a pity..."

Kegate shook his head somewhat disappointedly; that uncle just now was very much to his taste.

But unfortunately, he seemed a bit scared of him.

"..."

Rogel covered his face.

Kegate seems completely unaware of his current reputation.

Since that previous incident, the residents of Scot Island keep their distance from him.

...Thinking of this incident made Rogel want to laugh.

Kegate, after being recruited by him, became a member of the Black Tide Secret Society.

However, Rogel didn’t assign him a high position, just making him an ordinary believer, with some part-time administrative tasks, given he used to manage Scot.

He must say, Kegate does pretty well, and his work attitude is serious, probably due to Rogel’s words on the execution platform.

As a once high-ranking member of the Kizi Church, his reputation was naturally not small.

So, once the Black Tide Secret Society fully controlled Scot, someone targeted him.

A former member of a great family.

This person did nothing egregious, so he was let go.

The reason why he targeted Kegate was simple.

He wanted Kegate to arrange a good job for his son.

After all, it was evident to all that joining the Black Tide Secret Society promised a great future.

Being a former great family’s child, he deeply understood this rationale.

And he happened to know Kegate’s special preferences.

Thus, this man in his forties gritted his teeth and approached Kegate.

To this, Kegate naturally did not refuse.

Then, after they were done, the topic of his son’s future naturally came up.

Then he was dumbfounded.

Because Kegate was merely a regular believer and couldn’t do such things.

For this, the former great family’s child was practically furious.

Somehow, this transaction was exposed.

Shamed, he left Scot with his son overnight.

Most people deemed Kegate more unscrupulous.

He took the benefits, yet did not do the work!

Hence, most of the old men on the island were eager to avoid him...

After recalling this amusing anecdote, Rogel was reminded of something else, frowning and contemplating.

"I wonder if Kegate’s previous prayers are still usable after converting to the Black Tide Secret Society...?"

"If possible, perhaps we can borrow some prayers from the Kizi Church to enrich the Black Tide Secret Society’s believer prayers..."

Rogel thought to himself.

The believers’ combat power originates from him, but its expression is determined by the prayers, so enriching the types of prayers is quite necessary.

In the Kizi Church, it seems they have healing prayers, which piqued Rogel’s interest.

"I’ll deal with it later."

Rogel withdrew his gaze.

He once again focused his attention on his main subject.

At this moment, they had arrived on Rose Island.

Doyle, Luther, and Gaisinya, these three old friends, had reunited after a long absence.

After expressing their emotions, Doyle shared his plans with them.

"Come with us and leave Rose Island."

"The Extraordinary fire of humanity has been rekindled in the Sea of Confession, and it needs your participation now."

Doyle said seriously to them.

Rogel, listening from the side, fell silent.

Doyle’s words undoubtedly referred to the Black Tide Secret Society.

He was persuading them to head to the Sea of Confession, which Rogel certainly welcomed.

After all, they were two seasoned Alchemists, definitely valuable assets.

But what puzzled him was... how was Doyle so sure he would let the Magic Potion path see the light again?

Indeed, he had thoughts of promoting the Magic Potion path under the guise of a church.

But how did Doyle know? He hadn’t shared this with him!

After pondering for a long time, Rogel could only attribute the cause to Argongos.

Probably that guy left some related memories for Doyle...

He should ask about it later.

Rogel thought to himself.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

The Desire Curse Shell has reached the Kizi Church.

...

Bang!

At the port of the Isle of Joy, a towering wave suddenly erupted.

The surrounding crowd exclaimed.

Then, they saw a thick mist of crimson mixed with pink rise from the water, flying straight towards the Grand Cathedral of Kizi.

This eerie mist was, of course, the Desire Curse Shell controlled by Rogel.

After seizing control of the Desire Curse Shell, he had immediately, armed with the information provided by the curse, rushed to the Isle of Joy, and finally arrived at his destination.

The Desire Curse Shell was originally not slow.

If it had focused on the journey back then, it might have reached the Scott Region in a short time.

However, the Desire Curse hadn’t been out for a long time, so it was planning to enjoy itself a bit, hence the leisurely pace to the Scott Region.

After all, it considered its trip to Scott to be effortless, not warranting much attention...

Of course, it’s now dead.

Rogel needed to use its shell to carry out some of his plans.

Boom——

At the entrance of the Grand Cathedral of Kizi, the crimson and pink mist exploded, revealing the massive form of Desire Curse under the watchful eyes of everyone.

There was a deep bone-visible wound on its body, oozing pus and blood.

Its expression was even more terrifying, seemingly filled with extreme killing intent and anger.

"Lord of Divine Favor!"

A group of people, upon seeing the Desire Curse, immediately saluted respectfully, their hearts filled with fear and dread.

"Scram!"

The Desire Curse Shell, with a cold face, flung aside the Kizi Knights and believers blocking its path, and strode into the cathedral aggressively.

The flung Kizi believers dared not speak in anger.

After entering the Grand Cathedral of Kizi, Rogel saw a group of the church’s high officials, and the young girl on the platform.

Everyone, seeing the wounds on its body, couldn’t help but be shocked.

The Saintess of Kizi furrowed her brows upon seeing the murderous look in the Desire Curse’s eyes: "Lord Desire Curse, what brings you here...?"

However, the Desire Curse Shell’s figure flashed, appearing instantly before her, and its body erupted with a bloody mist.

"Run!"

Upon seeing this, everyone’s expressions changed dramatically, scattering in a panic.

The Kizi Goddess remained protected by an invisible force, as she frowned at the wounds on the Desire Curse Shell, saying, "Desire Curse, did you fail?"

The Desire Curse Shell’s eyes brimmed with killing intent: "Did you already know about the situation in Scot, so you deliberately sent me there, hoping the Black Tide Secret Society would kill me?"

"Lord Desire Curse, please calm down." The Saintess of Kizi spoke with a calm demeanor: "I know you’re very angry, but we should clarify the situation first."

"You can’t kill me right now."

Hearing this.

The Desire Curse Shell gradually calmed down, though its expression remained icy.

’Good, it seems she hasn’t suspected this shell...’

Rogel thought to himself.

He had pondered for a long time to come up with the appropriate demeanor for the Desire Curse Shell, and it seemed to have been very useful; at least this Saintess of Kizi wasn’t suspicious.