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.

I’m not going to be a Druid anymore. I

Planter pathway,

a few seconds before she took on the posture of a captain and a demigod. She nodded gently

him to not hold any hopes and

heavily after receiving her

will do

from acting rashly, Cattleya decided to take the

will help

came, even if she had any progress, she could inform Frank

of his heart

“He’s my good friend!”

Frank didn’t know was that the letters he had written for the past half a year

before being delivered to Fors. Fors would then transfer it to Gehrman Sparrow or request Mr. Fool’s help

glasses again and, without another word, turned and

captain’s cabin. Before she could think about what had just happened,

was delighted. Ignoring the use of her Beyonder powers, she quickly

exchanging a few simple pleasantries,

you

in the Fog Sea. It hid

few times before

…

West Borough, within the Odora

again met the middle-aged, gentlemanly

his emotions, trying his

have any excess Earl Beyonder characteristics. You can only wait for the present Earls to die of old age

a noble title, ordinary ones could live about three hundred years old.

nobles to die,

was because being a Sanguine Earl meant 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

long as there was a vacancy in the

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 really weren’t

was within Emlyn’s expectations. He looked at

words, as long as any Count passes away, it will

plenty, you haven’t

first frowned before relaxing his

coughed and

“Twelfth.”

digested for months… Could it be that another test? Emlyn thought to himself silently for a few seconds before asking thoughtfully, “If I obtain an Earl’s characteristic from external sources, will the race help

and said,

didn’t stay any longer. He left Odora’s villa and

never 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

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