"The Master of the Black Tide does not require kneeling slaves, He only wants people who stand up."
"From now on, Laine Langduo is renad to Black Tide City, and Chelegen is recognized as the first City Lord by the Master of the Black Tide."
"The old shackles have been shattered, and everyone will embrace rebirth!"
His voice echoed through every corner of Laine Langduo.
At the sa ti, Rogel’s Faith interface popped up with a ssage.
[The number of your Believers has greatly increased!]
The crowd below fell silent for a mont.
Chelegen took a deep breath and shouted loudly.
"Shatter the shackles, the Black Tide will endure!"
In an instant, the crowd seed to awaken and erupted in a tidal wave of imnse voices, resounding throughout Black Tide City.
"Shatter the shackles, the Black Tide will endure!!!"
"Shatter the shackles, the Black Tide will endure!!!"
"Shatter the shackles, the Black Tide will endure!!!"
...
Laine Langduo has been completely erased from the history of the Mire of Decay.
In its place stands the new Black Tide City.
Under Rogel’s instruction, Chelegen took over the authority of Black Tide City and beca the first City Lord.
And he had a lot to do.
First and foremost was reform, broad and sweeping, from the inside out.
Rogel had already presented so auxiliary Extraordinary Magic Potion Recipes.
The mode of production had to change.
Previously, these shortsighted clans tightly monopolized the knowledge of Magic Potions for their petty profits, never thinking to use Extraordinary Knowledge to solve the basic production needs.
Now, with Rogel taking over the city, the first task was to cultivate enough production-class Extraordinary.
Only when the people are fed will there be a sufficient population, and only then will there be more Faith.
As for the specifics, he no longer concerned himself, since Rogel only handled the big picture, leaving the rest to Chelegen.
He wasn’t made City Lord just to be idle.
He had more important matters to attend to, such as enhancing his strength.
After all, in the Mysterious World, strength is the foundation.
His power is what gives Black Tide City its confidence.
It’s worth ntioning that one clan in Black Tide City had survived.
And that was the Devis Clan.
When summoned initially, they didn’t even obey the orders.
It seed they had foreseen the outco of this battle.
Rogel couldn’t be bothered to settle scores, as from Chelegen’s perspective, the Devis Clan was the most well-behaved among the clans on the island within Svika’s constraints.
...
"The next destination is Rose Island."
"However, Doyle and Aitar are still nowhere to be found."
"Going to Rose Island will pass by two small islands and a large depression... We’ll inquire about their whereabouts along the way."
"Next is the ascension of the main body..."
"Ascension conditions have been acquired, the Fuel and Self-Sacrifice Potion are easily resolved... but this Self-Sacrifice Potion requires one’s own blood, self-sufficient? Ridiculous..."
"The current difficulty lies in the Angel Potion..."
"To use the Enlightennt Prayer for inspiration requires a lot of Power of Faith, and right now the Power of Faith from Heisatan is not enough, especially with Black Tide City requiring significant early investnt..."
"This doesn’t even include the subsequent Magic Potion Materials..."
"It’s really a headache..."
In the captain’s cabin, Rogel’s pen scribbled continuously on paper, while one hand rubbed at his brow.
He’s already developed a habit of setting goals and planning for himself.
There’s no choice, since this ga doesn’t have a mission system, sotis he even forgets what his main goals are at the mont, so planning is necessary.
[You have received a new Prayer.]
At this mont, a ssage ca through.
Rogel put down his pen and subrged his attention into it.
[Honored Master of the Black Tide, I ask of you to bestow upon a corresponding Deputy’s Potion Recipe; this is the sacrifice I offer to you...]
Through a blurry field of vision, Rogel saw the supplicant this ti.
Finmage.
Beside him were a large number of items, including so equipnt, so Monster materials, and even so Treasures, which, although not extraordinarily valuable, were plentiful.
It seems he hasn’t found a suitable Alchemist or Magic Potion Recipe.
... Hmm, it seems the monopoly on Extraordinary Knowledge in the Mire of Decay is indeed quite severe.
Pirates... perhaps they’re a decent channel too.
Looking at Finmage before him, a smile appeared on his face.
...
Finmage felt a bit apprehensive.
As a great pirate, though not a wanton slaughterer or villain, he wasn’t any saint either.
He was very grateful for Rogel’s help.
But to easily trust what Rogel said was impossible.
Yet... just as Rogel thought, the monopoly of Extraordinary Knowledge in the Mire of Decay is truly severe.
Clans in city-states tightly controlled Extraordinary Knowledge, even the marriage of family mbers was conducted among major clans.
Most of them, slaves and commoners, could only switch between these identities, or otherwise be pirates and plunderers.
Finmage searched throughout the Mire of Decay, questioned all connections, and still couldn’t find a free Alchemist.
Though there were Extraordinary families, did he dare approach them?
Wiping out Gostya was a fluke; attempting to attack other settlents would be a death sentence.
So, after a fruitless and exhaustive search, a cornered Finmage finally set his sights on Rogel.
"... Master of the Black Tide, I beseech you..."
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