Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1219

Chapter 1219 Changing the Goal

In the Fog Sea, which hadn’t been engulfed by war, the Future slowly began to sail towards the Berserk Sea amidst a convoy of ships.

Admiral of Stars Cattleya hadn’t had much to do recently. All she had to do was wait for the Moses Ascetic Order to respond to her request. As she strolled the deck, she enjoyed the sunlight that shone through the thin mist.

With a sweep of her gaze, she saw Frank Lee.

This first mate of the Future, the second most important person of the Star Pirates, was wearing light blue pants and a white shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned, revealing thick brown chest hair. He was like a humanoid giant bear.

He stood at the bow of the boat, looking into the distance. It was unknown what he was thinking, but he looked rather down.

Cattleya involuntarily slowed down a little as she turned to enter the cabin.

“Captain!” Frank noticed her and looked over with anticipation, as though he was waiting for this Admiral of Stars to answer his questions.

Cattleya’s figure paused as she adjusted the heavy glasses on her nose and asked in a seemingly casual manner, “What are you stumped with?”

Frank thought about how to phrase his question and replied in a serious manner, “I’m reevaluating the inventions and creations I’ve created over the years.”

“…What are your thoughts?” Cattleya asked cooperatively.

Frank nodded and said in distress, “There are too many matters I need to reflect on.

“The most important thing is that the things I’ve created are still missing the most important thing.”

Cattleya was puzzled, but she didn’t wish to ask further. In the end, she still held onto the thought of taking responsibility for all the crew members on the Future. She deliberated and said, “What is it?”

Frank’s expression instantly turned solemn.

“They all lack souls!”

“It’s a good thing that malt, grapes, and mushrooms don’t have souls…” Cattleya subconsciously advised before saying, “This isn’t something you can dabble in right now. You’re only a Sequence 5 Druid.”

Frank’s eyes lit up when he heard that as he blurted out, “I’ve got it!”

Cattleya frowned indiscernibly.

“What… did you get?”

Frank was no longer depressed.

“I understand the problem. That is, the creations I want have exceeded the limits of a Druid’s abilities.

not going to be a Druid anymore. I want to become a Classical

Planter pathway, the starting point

a captain and a demigod. She nodded gently

she wanted him to not hold any hopes

heavily after receiving

will do my

from acting rashly, Cattleya decided to

help

time came, even if she had any progress, she could inform Frank Lee that she had tried to no

captain from the bottom of his heart before continuing, “I’ll

“He’s my good friend!”

written for

the messenger before being delivered to Fors. Fors would then transfer it to Gehrman

glasses again and, without another word, turned and

think about what had just happened, she saw a letter on the desk with the brass

the use of her Beyonder powers, she quickly walked over, picked up the letter,

After exchanging a few simple pleasantries, she

free anytime, you can come

Sea. It hid Queen Mystic’s palace, also known as

repeated the sentence a few times before the corners of her

…

West Borough, within the

once again met the middle-aged, gentlemanly

say?” Emlyn controlled his emotions, trying his

red eyes and said, “He only wanted me to tell you that the entire Sanguine race doesn’t have any

lifespan. Even without a noble title, ordinary ones could live about three hundred years old. Under such circumstances, they could slowly accumulate and occupy

a Viscount. They either waited for the existing nobles to

being a demigod, and he could easily live for more than a thousand years. Those Viscounts’ descendants had to pass generations before they could wait for a chance of an Earl’s

as long as there was a

in the Sanguine’s treasury in the form of Beyonder ingredients and Sealed Artifacts, but the numbers were few and far between. Every bestowment had to be strictly administered. There

answer was within Emlyn’s expectations. He

Count

head. “Although you have contributed plenty, you haven’t reached first place on the waiting list

ranking?” Emlyn first frowned before relaxing his brows to

coughed and

“Twelfth.”

of saving the race, why didn’t “She” arrange all these matters? My Scarlet Scholar potion has been digested for months… Could it be that another test? Emlyn thought

and said,

left Odora’s villa and took

been to the Harvest Church. He had only heard from The Star that the door had been smashed and many things had been stolen. It had become a place for

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