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

Sequence 4 of the Planter pathway, the starting point

few seconds before she took on the posture of a captain and a demigod. She nodded gently and said, “Having a goal is a good thing, but

to not hold any hopes and not to take this goal

Lee nodded heavily

will do my

prevent Frank Lee from acting rashly, Cattleya decided to take

will help you

even if she had any progress, she could inform Frank

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

“He’s my good friend!”

was that the letters he had written for the past half a year had gone through a rather

then transfer it to Gehrman Sparrow

without another word, turned and

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

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

from Bernadette. After exchanging a few simple pleasantries, she

anytime, you

a rather hidden island in the Fog Sea. It hid

a few times before the corners of

…

Borough, within the Odora family’s

the middle-aged, gentlemanly Sanguine Baron, Cosmi

his emotions,

bright red eyes and said, “He only wanted me to tell you that the entire Sanguine race doesn’t have any excess Earl Beyonder characteristics. You can only wait for the present Earls to die of

had a long lifespan. Even without a noble title, ordinary ones could live about three hundred years old. Under such circumstances, they could

to advance to Baron or become a Viscount. They either waited for the existing nobles to die,

This was because being a Sanguine Earl meant being a demigod, and he could easily live for more than a

as long as there was a vacancy in the Earl position, it would

but the numbers were few and far between. Every bestowment had to be strictly administered. There

answer was within Emlyn’s expectations. He looked at Baron Cosmi and

long as any Count passes away, it will

have contributed plenty, you

relaxing his brows

and cleared

“Twelfth.”

arrives… Since the Ancestor has given me the important task 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 to himself

and said,

stay any longer. He left Odora’s villa and took a

The Star that the door had been smashed and many

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