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The Fool's words brought back those who were immersed in their own thoughts, and their eyes still held a hint of uncontained shock.
Klein saw that everyone was silent, and their gazes occasionally darted towards Azik. He suppressed the smile on his lips and manipulated The World to speak in a deep, hoarse voice:
"I received news that the matters in Bansy Harbor have been resolved by the Church of the Lord of Storms."
"For a period of time, Bansy Harbor will cease to exist."
Does Mr. World mean that Bansy Harbor was directly flattened by the Church of the Lord of Storms? That's truly their style. I wonder if the Pope of the Church of the Lord of Storms personally came to the scene. While pondering, Justice Audrey's eyes sparkled as she looked at The World and pressed:
"Mr. World, do you know the specific process?"
"No one can know, except for the high-ranking officials of the Church of the Lord of Storms."
The World shook his head slightly, his gaze inadvertently sweeping towards Hanged Man.
Feeling The World's gaze, Hanged Man Alger remained silent for a moment before speaking in a hoarse voice:
"It was an Archbishop carrying a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. He is currently stationed in Bayam, the capital of the Rorsted Archipelago, 'City of Generosity'."
He? An angel of the Church of the Lord of Storms? To resolve the issue in Bansy Harbor, the Church of the Lord of Storms directly dispatched an angel and a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact!
With a slight sigh, Audrey keenly noticed Alger's words that followed. She looked at Hanged Man Alger with a hint of confusion:
"I remember, wasn't that area guarded by the Church of the Lord of Storms's 'Sea King'?
Her words caused Hanged Man Alger and Hermit Cattleya to fall silent simultaneously. Their ships had been near the Rorsted Sea a few days ago.
After a brief silence, Hanged Man Alger glanced at Leyton, failing to observe any reaction from him. He then withdrew his gaze and said with some frustration in his voice:
"A few days ago, a major battle occurred in the Rorsted Archipelago, initiated by a demigod-level Witch and a demigod of unknown origin."
"At the end of this battle, a portion of the Primordial Demoness's will descended, and the Hidden Sage even briefly descended directly. Finally, the Lord of Storms sent down divine punishment to drive them away."
"The time they chose happened to be when the Church of the Lord of Storms was dealing with Bansy Harbor, which caused the Church of the Lord of Storms to fail to react in time and make the best response."
It wasn't me, it was the Witches who chose the time. Leyton defended himself internally. His gaze swept to the top of the mottled long table, meeting Klein's eyes through the gray fog.
"Was that battle very serious?" Although she was asking, Audrey felt it must be true, otherwise an angel wouldn't have been sent there to guard it.
Hanged Man Alger shook his head slightly and said:
"I wasn't in that sea area at the time, so I don't know the specific situation."
"However, it is said that the sea surface was melted to a layer at that time, and the aftershocks of the battle affected the entire Bayam."
"Now, the merchants, pirates, and adventurers there are scrambling to flee. If it weren't for the sea routes not being fully restored, it is estimated that only locals and official forces would be left in Bayam now."
Indeed, Bayam is visibly desolate now. Although there weren't many casualties, the economic impact is huge and won't recover anytime soon. No wonder the Church of the Lord of Storms reacted so strongly. If conditions allowed, the Lord of Storms might even personally appear to give him an electrotherapy session.
Klein's gaze fell on Leyton, who was seated on the high-backed chair, showing no reaction to Alger's narration. He couldn't help but inwardly grumble. The pirates' hasty escape from Bayam meant he had no chance to earn bounties.
The sea is truly dangerous. In less than half a month, so many things have happened. As expected, daily prayers at the Harvest Church, chatting with dolls at home, and learning some herbal knowledge are the most wonderful life. Uh, why did I add going to the Harvest Church?
Moon Emlyn pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought of his advancement to Viscount. He cleared his throat and tilted his chin slightly:
"Ahem~ Everyone, I have a question I'd like to ask."
"As a Vampire, after being promoted to Viscount, do I also need to use the Acting Method like you humans to promote the so-called digestion and better grasp the Beyonder characteristic?"
Azik looked at Emlyn, who was tilting his chin and not concealing his arrogance, with interest, then chuckled and said:
"You need to act, because that pathway is only Sequence 7 called 'Vampire', and you are naturally so."
"Okay, thank you for your answer."
"In other words, if I want to successfully advance to a Vampire Viscount, I still have to act as a 'Potion Professor', even though we 'Vampires' are naturally the darlings of the Moon."
Emlyn's slightly tilted chin paused, then he forced a smile and nodded gently towards Azik to express his gratitude, then spontaneously added a sentence, emphasizing the word Vampire.
Leyton leaned back in the high-backed chair, tilting his head, his gaze passing over Azik and landing on Emlyn. He truly is a stubborn Vampire. Even when facing an angel, he insists on correcting that he is a Vampire, not a Vampire.
Because Azik directly revealed his identity as Death Consul, the Tarot Club fell into a period of restraint in the latter half.
After everyone exchanged a few minutes, Klein directly announced the end of the gathering.
Inside Bayam's Red Theater, a young man with black hair and eyes, wearing a black hooded robe, about 1.8 meters tall, and quite slender, walked out.
His robe was adorned with many symbolic patterns, like stars surrounding a cold, indifferent eye, somewhat resembling a Fourth Epoch wizard's attire, but without the pointed soft hat.
A faint smile played on his lips, and his right hand, placed in front of his lower abdomen, casually toyed with a wheel of fortune card, a card with a three-layered circular structure, surrounding a jackal, a sword, a lion, and a snake.
This was Leyton, who had changed his appearance, image, and demeanor through the Mystical Reenactment of "Cinderella."
He had also deliberately restrained his Clairvoyant aura, and relied on a portion of Desire Apostle Characteristics he carried with him to disguise himself as a Beyonder of the Demon pathway.
This made both his appearance and aura completely different from before, used to evade the Church of the Lord of Storms's unknown Sealed Artifact's screening.
Leyton walked with a clear purpose towards the alley diagonally opposite the Red Theater. In this alley, there was a folk herbal shop.
This plump Apothecary gentleman was quite business-minded, selling aphrodisiacs to customers frequenting the Red Theater while also selling contraceptives and abortion pills to the ladies in the Red Theater.
As soon as he reached the entrance of the herbal shop, Leyton saw a plump owl. The owl seemed to have noticed him too, staring at him without blinking.
Leyton gave this somewhat plump Mr. Owl a friendly smile. This Spectator pathway owl flapped its wings and flew into the herbal shop, landing on the innermost cabinet.
Leyton froze for a moment, looking at the owl that had flown into the herbal shop, falling into thought. Am I scary? I always thought I had a good connection with small animals.
He lowered his gaze slightly, his eyes falling on a transparent amber pendant hanging from his waist beneath his black robe. Inside the transparent amber, dense black mist surged, and just looking at it seemed to stir one's emotions.
It must be due to the Desire Apostle aura clinging to him. Animals' instincts in certain aspects are stronger than humans'.
While pondering, Leyton had already stepped into the herbal shop.
A man in his thirties, with black hair and brown eyes, plump and quite round, stood up from behind the counter.
Some unease still lingered on his round face, and his eyes were almost narrowed into slits. After sizing up Leyton for a moment, he pouted and said:
"You look a bit weak, but there's nothing seriously wrong."
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