Chapter 713 - 395: Chasing the Sun Dynasty

Scott Port.

At this moment, Scott had already become the core area under the jurisdiction of the Black Tide Secret Society, with prosperous trade and a large population.

Rogel, draped in a black robe, passed through the crowd and lightly raised his head to look toward the edge of the sky upon reaching the gangway.

The fissure in the sky seemed to have grown larger.

The dark chaos and the aura of pollution seemed to invisibly affect the whole world...

The islanders living in Scott also felt anxious about this.

"What exactly is happening with the fissure in the sky... could it be that a huge catastrophe is about to occur?"

"I originally thought it was some special celestial phenomenon, but now it doesn’t seem like that at all..."

"I always feel like something bad is going to happen."

"Should we hurry and escape?"

"Escape? Where to escape? This might already be the safest place, right..."

"Why bother thinking so much, when the sky falls, there will always be taller ones holding it up, isn’t there still the Secret Society? The Master of the Black Tide will protect us..."

"Yeah, that’s true, no matter how worried we are, what can ordinary people like us do, are we supposed to save the world? Haha..."

Some are anxious, some comfort themselves, yet they still have to work and those who need to go to sea still have to go to sea.

The helm of the world does not rest in the hands of these ordinary people.

These words naturally fell word for word into Rogel’s ears.

He slowly withdrew his gaze and calmly headed toward the Black Tide Cathedral.

The most crucial transformation was about to arrive.

Before welcoming the final wave, he needed to make sufficient preparations.

The crowd bustled and jostled.

With mysterious power upon him, he proceeded against the crowd, passing through one pedestrian after another.

The people coming and going were completely unaware of this, difficult to imagine both being in the same place of the same world at this moment...

...

After a long voyage.

Fernar and Vic finally crossed into the territory of the Black Tide Secret Society, arriving near Balahavi.

However, their destination was certainly not here.

Next, they would, at the right time, enter the border mist and, under Vic’s guidance, search for the location related to "Varesa."

Still, it was naturally difficult to avoid this place, Balahavi, resting momentarily on a nearby small island during mid-supply.

"The people here... feel quite strange to me."

After leaving, Vic frowned deeply, only withdrawing his gaze after a long time.

"Strange, indeed." To this, Fernar was not surprised; possessing Psychic Vision, he was already aware of Balahavi’s anomalies.

However, as the saying goes, "A fall into the pit, a gain in your wit." The last lesson learned from Psychic Vision had given Fernar experience, intentionally suppressing his Talent Ability while passing through these places.

"Oh?"

Vic, upon hearing this, curiously looked at him.

But Fernar did not intend to say more; he merely smiled.

Observed, Vic did not continue to press, sometimes restraining one’s curiosity is a good thing.

After resting for a while, the two set off once more.

This time, there was no ship to accompany their way, so they had to hire a boat, recruiting some crew at a high price to finally advance towards their destination.

"Damn, these costs need to be reimbursed by the Secret Society when we get back!"

Fernar cursed, clearly bleeding out during the hiring.

Vic, seeing this, couldn’t help but chuckle.

The border mist was drawing ever closer.

Upon nearing the edge.

The hired captain adjusted the course and, after leaving them with a small boat, departed without looking back.

Of course, they wouldn’t follow the two into the border mist.

No matter how much money was offered, one had to have their life to take it, right?

Thus, the two began quietly waiting on the edge of the border mist, rowing their small boat.

Watching the ever-churning thick mist, Vic couldn’t help but look towards Fernar again.

"Hey, Fernar, or should I say, Secret Society envoy?"

Upon hearing his voice, Fernar turned his gaze towards him.

Vic continued to inquire: "The danger of the border mist is known to be a matter of nine deaths and only one life; you should be aware of this, right?"

He curiously looked at Fernar: "What benefits did the Black Tide Secret Society offer you to make you so devoted to carrying out their orders?"

During this period together, Vic naturally deepened his understanding of Fernar.

Contrary to his assumptions, Fernar was not the kind of zealot he imagined, possessing his own thoughts and vitality, not shying away from the topic of "gods."

So the question arises; why would such a person step onto this journey with a stranger like him simply because of an order?

Regarding Vic’s inquiry, Fernar glanced at him.

Throughout this journey, Vic had asked him a fair number of questions... This guy really talks a lot.

However, as they were nearing the most crucial moment, Fernar found little necessity to hide it from him, but before explaining, he instead posed a question: "What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Vic found a comfortable position to lie on aboard the small boat while pondering.

"...Did the Secret Society save your life? Or perhaps... did they have any leverage over you?"

His guess made Fernar somewhat speechless.

Despite himself being a member of the Secret Society, Vic would repeatedly speculate about the Society as though it were unscrupulous.

Indeed, Vic was somewhat rebellious...