On the foggy sea that was not shrouded by the clouds of war, the "Future" was slowly sailing towards the violent sea surrounded by a cluster of ships.

There was nothing to do recently. The "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya, who was just waiting for the Moss Ascetic Order to respond to her request, strolled on the deck and enjoyed the sunlight shining through the thin mist.

With a quick glance, she saw Frank Lee.

The first mate of the "Future", the second-in-command of the "Star Pirates", was wearing light blue trousers made of thick canvas and a white shirt with the top two buttons unfastened, revealing thick brown chest hair, just like a giant bear in human form.

He stood at the bow, gazing into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking about, and looked quite depressed.

Cattleya involuntarily slowed down her pace a little and turned to enter the cabin.

"Captain!" Frank noticed her and looked over expectantly, as if waiting for the "Admiral of the Stars" to answer his questions.

Cattleya paused for a moment, pushed up her heavy glasses, and asked casually:

"What are you confused about?"

Frank thought about how to express his question and answered seriously:

“I’m re-examining all the inventions and creations I’ve made over the years.”

"...What do you think?" Cattleya asked cooperatively.

Frank nodded and said distressedly:

“There is a lot to reflect on.

"The most important thing is that the things I created are still missing one most important thing."

Cattleya was confused for a moment, but she didn't want to ask any more questions. However, she still wanted to be responsible for all the crew members of the "Future", so she spoke carefully:

"What is it?"

Frank's expression suddenly became solemn:

"They all lack soul!"

"It's a good thing that wheat, grapes, and mushrooms don't have souls..." Cattleya subconsciously advised, and then said, "This is not a field you can touch now. You are only a Sequence 5 Druid."

Frank's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he blurted out:

"I see!"

Cattleya's face wrinkled slightly:

"You, understand what?"

Frank shook off his previous depression:

"I understand the problem. What I want to create has exceeded the limit of Druid's ability.

"So, Captain, I'm not going to be a 'Druid' anymore. I'm going to be a 'Classical Alchemist'!"

This is Sequence 4 of the Cultivator Path, the starting point for Demigods.

The expression of Admiral of the Stars Cattleya froze for several seconds, and then she assumed the posture of a captain and a demigod, nodded slightly and said:

“It’s good to have a goal, but you have to recognize how difficult it is.”

What this means is, don't have any expectations and don't take this goal seriously.

Frank Lee nodded heavily after receiving the "encouragement":

“I will try my best!”

In order to prevent Frank Lee from messing around, Cattleya decided to take control of the progress of this matter:

"I'll help you too."

By then, even if there is something to gain, I can tell Frank Lee that I am sorry.

Frank was very happy and thanked the captain from the bottom of his heart. He then said:

"I will also write to Gehrman Sparrow and ask him for some help.

"He is my good friend!"

What Frank didn't know was that the few letters he had written in the past six months had all gone through a rather complicated process:

Give it to the messenger - the messenger gives it to Fors - Fors hands it over at the Tarot gathering or ask Mr. Fool for help.

Cattleya pushed her thick glasses up again, said nothing more, and turned to enter the cabin.

When she returned to the captain's room, before she had time to think about what had just happened, she saw a letter on the desk where the brass sextant was placed.

Cattleya was delighted and did not bother to use her extraordinary ability. She walked over quickly, picked up the letter, and opened it.

This came from Bernadette. After a few simple greetings, she wrote directly:

"If you have some free time recently, you can come to Lasha secretly."

Lasha is a rather hidden island on the Misty Sea, hiding the palace of the "Mysterious Queen" - it is called the "Emerald City".

Cattleya read this sentence over and over again, and the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously.

…………

Backlund, West District, in Audra's villa.

Emlyn White once again met Casimi Odra, the middle-aged gentleman-looking vampire baron.

"What did Lord Nibais say?" Emlyn controlled his emotions and tried not to appear so impatient.

Casimi looked at Emlyn's bright red eyes and said:

"He just asked me to tell you that the entire blood clan does not have any extra earl's extraordinary characteristics. We can only wait for one of the existing earls to die due to old age or accident and leave behind an inheritance."

Compared to humans, vampires have a long lifespan. Even without a title, ordinary members can live about 300 years old. In this case, they can accumulate little by little, filling up every level and not leaving too many extraordinary characteristics unfilled.

Therefore, it is not easy for an ordinary member to be promoted to baron, or for a baron to become a viscount. One must either wait for the existing member to pass away, or obtain it from the outside, or make enough contributions to receive the precious gift.

Compared with the first two levels, it is more difficult for a viscount to become an earl, because a blood count is already a demigod and can easily live for more than a thousand years. Those viscounts have to wait for generations for a earl to pass away.

Because of this, as soon as a Count's trait becomes vacant, it will be allocated immediately instead of being put into the "warehouse".

If the characteristics of baron and viscount still exist in the blood clan treasury in the form of extraordinary materials and seals to a certain extent, but in small quantities and the granting of each one must be very strict, then there is really no room for the characteristics of earl.

This answer was what Emlyn expected. He looked at Baron Cassimir and nodded slightly.

"So, if any earl dies, it will be my turn?"

"No." Casimi shook his head. "Although you have accumulated a lot of merits, your ranking is not yet number one."

"What place am I in?" Emlyn frowned slightly at first, then relaxed his brows, not wanting to show it so obviously.

Casimi coughed, cleared his throat and said:

"No. 12."

...It might not even be my turn when the doomsday comes... Since the First Ancestor has given me the important task of saving the tribe, why don't you arrange these things? I have been digesting the "Crimson Scholar" potion for several months... Could this be another test? Emlyn muttered to himself, and was silent for a few seconds, then asked thoughtfully:

"If I get the earl's characteristics from somewhere else, will the clan help me prepare the ceremony?"

Casimi exhaled and said:

"certainly!"

Emlyn did not linger any longer, left the Odra family's villa, and took a carriage back to his own residence.

Ever since Feynaport declared war on Loen, he had never been to the Harvest Church again. He only heard from "Xingxing" that the door there was smashed, many things were stolen, and it became a residence for homeless people.

As for Father Utravsky, he spent half a month in a cell behind the Chanis Gate, and half a month in a room on the upper floor of St. Samuel Church, next to Archbishop Backlund, and so on over and over again.

——This is because they are worried that staying behind the Chanis Gate for a long time will cause Father Utravsky to suffer irreversible and incurable erosion. With the situation so tense, the Church of Darkness hopes to leave a buffer point so that they can express goodwill and start negotiations in the future.

Although Emlyn was not a believer in the night and even hated the church, he would go to St. Samuel Church twice a month to visit Father Utravsky.

“Where can I get the earl characteristics…” Emlyn felt that he was already behind and might not be able to take on the responsibility of saving the tribe. While looking at the deserted streets, he seriously considered every possibility.

He quickly came up with some ideas:

"Ms. Hermit mentioned that the Aurora Society's Dark Saint had released a Witch King into the wild. This corresponds to the Earl's characteristics. If we can hunt down this demigod of the Shepherd Path the same way we lured and killed the Secret Saint, then the problem will be solved...

"However, after learning from the previous lesson, the Dark Saint will not easily fall into the trap again...

"There is also the possibility of directly attracting the Angel King..."

This is something that everyone discussed at the Tarot Club, and the conclusion reached was that we should avoid the Aurora for the next year and try not to provoke it again.

Apart from the Dark Saint who had the Sequence 4 “Witch King” trait, Emlyn White could only think of one other place:

"Rose School!"

Whether it is the artificial vampires of the School of Life or the "Original Moon" worshippers that originally existed in the southern continent, they now belong to the School of Rose.

Of course, there are definitely some guys who pursue freedom and have not joined any organization yet, but either their sequence is not high or there is not enough intelligence leaked out.

When Emlyn thought of the Rose School, he immediately remembered someone:

Maric!

Maric represents the temperance faction of the Rose School, which is a force that resists the "Mother Tree of Desire".

"They also seem to want to get something from the Rose School. Perhaps we can cooperate with them..." Emlyn nodded slightly.

…………

In Yuecheng, some residents gathered at the entrance with a slightly anxious look, looking towards the east from time to time.

They are relatives of those led by the high priest, and they are also representatives of the vast majority of the people in Moon City.

Finally, a little firelight appeared, and the high priest Nim led Rus and others back to Moon City from far away.

A man came forward and cast his eyes on his sister, and found that there were still some traces of tears on her face.

This Moon City resident who was not a deformed person felt his brother's gaze, and opened his mouth unable to suppress the throbbing in his heart, tears flowing before he could say a word.

"God, God has come to save us..." She began to cry, crying very sadly and wantonly.