Chapter 59: More Than Half a Year Later

Chapter 59: More Than Half a Year Later

Bayam, the City of Generosity. Inside a rented room lit by a gas wall lamp.

Verdu Abraham, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, held a thick stack of materials. By the not especially bright light, he read them seriously, occasionally using a pen to mark a symbol and record content he felt might prove useful.

His main reason for leaving Loen and coming to the Rorsted Archipelago was to escape the attention of Dorian and the other family members, so he could study mysticism in peace and search for an effective method to rescue the ancestor Bethel Abraham—or, to be more precise, reliable knowledge that could reduce the difficulty of that ritual.

Yet more than half a year had passed, and he still had no clues whatsoever. It seemed that apart from hunting a Bizarro Sorcerer, a Parasite, and a Secrets Sorcerer, there was no other choice.

This left Verdu quite dispirited. However, he also clearly understood how dangerous Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts were. Even if he was willing to sacrifice himself, he would still be unable to truly control one, and there would be no guarantee as to what the final result would be.

More importantly, he could not find a Bizarro Sorcerer or a Parasite at all. They were both Saints famed for secretive movements and bizarre methods.

Phew… Verdu put down the stack of materials in his hand and muttered almost soundlessly,

“Can I only be like Dorian and the others, placing hope in that Fool?”

At the thought of The Fool, Verdu could not help frowning, because more and more half-giants were preaching the faith of The Fool inside Bayam. Even he, who rarely went out, had heard about it.

This made him wonder whether he had arrived near the headquarters of The Fool’s Church.

If the Rorsted Archipelago did not secretly circulate far more mysticism knowledge than Verdu had expected, and if much of it were not extremely useful knowledge even the Abraham family did not possess, he would have left Bayam a month ago and gone to the Southern Continent.

“I cannot stay here any longer. I need to book a ship ticket to East Balam as soon as possible…” Verdu had just made that decision inwardly when he wavered slightly. “Dorian and The Fool’s Church probably would never imagine that I’m hiding in the area radiated by their headquarters. Emperor Roselle once said that the most dangerous place is also the safest place…”

While hesitating, Verdu put away the materials, extinguished the wall lamp, and walked toward the bedroom by the moonlight outside the window.

At one corner of the room’s balcony, a figure suddenly darted out of the darkness and leapt over the railing.

The figure was like a feather, light and weightless. When it landed from a height of over ten meters, it did not make the slightest sound.

Immediately afterward, the figure moved along the dark parts of the street, sneaking all the way to the vicinity of the Church of the Sea God, then climbed to the bell tower.

Then “he” took out paper and a pen, swiftly wrote tonight’s surveillance situation into a report, and stuffed it into a certain crack.

About a quarter of an hour after that figure left, the sound of wind suddenly rose atop the bell tower.

The report was drawn out from the crack by an invisible hand. Amid the gale passing through this place, it flew into the distance, rising and falling like a bat spreading its wings in the night.

Before long, the report abruptly dropped as if bound to a stone, landing in a palm that stretched out from the dark corner of a garden.

That hand belonged to Cardinal Alger Wilson of the Church of Storms.

He immediately unfolded the report and read it seriously in the night, completely untroubled by the lack of light.

Even in the lightless deep sea, Alger could still see the things around him clearly.

“Verdu’s intention to leave Bayam is becoming increasingly obvious…” Alger nodded almost imperceptibly and made a summary inwardly.

For more than half a year, he had been…