Chapter 384: The Fat Apothecary and the Plump Owl

Mr. Fool's words snapped the crowd, lost in their own thoughts, back to reality; shock still lingered, not yet fully subsided, in their eyes.

KeLaiEn saw the crowd silent, his gaze occasionally flicking toward Mr. AziKe; he suppressed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and, operating the small trumpet ShiJie, spoke hoarsely: "I have received word that the matter at Bansi Port has already been resolved by the Storm Church."

"For a period of time, Bansi Port will no longer exist."

Mr. ShiJie's meaning is that Bansi Port was wiped out directly by the Storm Church? That's really their style. I wonder if the Storm Church's Pope was present on site. In contemplation, Justice Audrey's eyes shone as she looked at ShiJie and asked:

"Mr. ShiJie, do you know the specific details?"

"No one can know, except the high officials of the Storm Church."

ShiJie gave a slight shake of his head, his gaze inadvertently flicking toward The Hanged Man.

Feeling ShiJie's gaze, The Hanged Man A'erjie fell silent for a moment before speaking hoarsely:

"It is a Grand Archbishop bearing a Level‑0 sealed item; he is currently stationed in the capital of the Rosted Archipelago, the City of Generosity, Baiyam."

He? An angel of the Storm Church— to resolve the Bansi Port incident, the Storm Church directly dispatched an angel and a Level‑0 sealed item!

With a slight sigh, Audrey's keen eyes caught the remark behind A'erjie; she looked toward The Hanged Man A'erjie with a hint of doubt:

"I recall, wasn't that area governed by the Storm Church's Sea King?"

Her words left The Hanged Man A'erjie and The Hermit Jadelia silent together; their ships had been near the Rosted Sea just a few days earlier.

After a brief silence, The Hanged Man A'erjie glanced at LeiKeDun, observing no reaction on his part; he then withdrew his gaze and said, his voice tinged with frustration:

"A few days ago, a great battle broke out on the Rosted Archipelago, triggered by a demigod‑level witch and an unknown demigod."

"In the end of that battle, the Primeval Witch descended with part of her will, the Hidden Sage made a brief appearance, and finally the Lord of the Storm unleashed divine punishment, driving them away."

"They chose the timing precisely when the Storm Church was dealing with Bansi Port, causing the Storm Church to be unable to react in time and devise the best response."

"It wasn't me; the witches chose the timing," LeiKeDun reasoned to himself internally, his gaze flicking to the head of the mottled long table, where, through the gray haze, he met KeLaiEn's eyes.

"Was that battle severe?" Though phrased as a question, Audrey took it as affirmative; otherwise they wouldn't have sent an angel to guard there.

The Hanged Man A'erjie shook his head slightly: "I wasn't in that sea region at the time, so I don't know the specifics."

"However, it is said that the sea surface was melted by a layer, and the battle's aftershocks affected the entire Baiyam."

"Now merchants, pirates, and adventurers there are scrambling to flee; if the sea routes hadn't failed to fully recover, Baiyam would likely now consist only of locals and official forces."

Indeed, Baiyam now shows a visibly bleak scene. Though casualties are few, the economic impact is huge and won't recover quickly; no wonder the Storm Church reacted so strongly. If conditions permit, the Lord of the Storm might even appear in person to give them a dose of electrotherapy.

KeLaiEn's gaze fell on the high‑backed chair where LeiKeDun, who showed no reaction to A'erjie's account, sat; he couldn't help but mutter inwardly, "The pirates' hasty escape from Baiyam has robbed me of any bounty‑earning opportunity."

The sea truly is dangerous; in less than half a month, so many events have unfolded. Indeed, praying at the Harvest Temple daily, chatting with dolls at home, and learning some herbal knowledge is the best life. Uh, why did I even add the part about going to the Harvest Temple?

"Moon" Emrin pondered for a moment, then suddenly recalled his question about being promoted to baron; he cleared his throat, slightly lifting his chin, and said: "Ahem— everyone, I have a question to ask."

"As a member of the bloodline, after being promoted to baron, do we also need to use the 'role‑play method' like you humans to promote so‑called digestion and better master extraordinary traits?" AziKe examined the arrogantly chin‑raised Emrin with interest, then chuckled: "Role‑play is needed, because that path, Sequence Seven, is called 'vampire,' and you are born that way."

"Alright, thank you for the answer."

"So, if I want to smoothly ascend to bloodline viscount, I still have to play the role of a 'Demon Potion Professor,' even though we, the bloodline, are already the Moon's favorites."

Emrin's slightly lifted chin paused briefly, he forced a smile, gave a gentle nod toward AziKe in thanks, then spontaneously added a sentence, deliberately stressing the word 'bloodline.'

LeiKeDun leaned against the high‑backed chair, his head turned, his gaze passing over AziKe to land on Emrin. What a stubborn vampire— even when facing an angel, he insists on correcting himself as a bloodline, not a vampire.

Because AziKe directly revealed his identity as the Death Chancellor, the latter half of this Tarot gathering fell into a tense atmosphere.

After everyone chatted for a few minutes, KeLaiEn directly announced the end of the gathering.

Inside Baiyam's Red Theatre, a young man about 1.8 meters tall, with black hair and black eyes, wearing a black hooded long robe, and a relatively slender build, stepped out.

His robe was embroidered with numerous sigils, surrounding a cold, indifferent eye like a field of stars; it resembled the attire of a Quaternary‑era wizard, though lacking a pointed soft hat.

A faint smile tugged at his mouth; his right hand, resting before his abdomen, idly toyed with a Tarot card—a three‑tiered circular disc depicting a fate wheel surrounded by a coyote, a sword, a lion, and a snake.

This is LeiKeDun, who, through the mysterious reincarnation known as 'Cinderella,' altered his own appearance, image, and temperament.

He also deliberately suppressed his aura as a prophet, using a carried Desire Apostle trait to disguise himself as an extraordinary being of the demonic path.

Thus his visage and aura now differ completely from before, allowing him to evade the Storm Church's screening for that unknown sealed item.

LeiKeDun purposefully headed toward the alley diagonally opposite the Red Theatre, where a folk herbal shop was open.

The Fat Apothecary was quite business‑savvy, selling aphrodisiacs to patrons of the Red Theatre while also providing contraceptives and abortifacients to the theatre's women.

Just as LeiKeDun reached the herbal shop's door, he saw a plump owl; the creature seemed to notice him as well, its eyes staring unblinking.

LeiKeDun gave the somewhat plump Mr. Owl a friendly smile; the passing owl flapped its wings and flew into the herbal shop, landing on the innermost shelf.

LeiKeDun froze for a moment, watching the owl that had flown into the shop, lost in thought. "Am I scary? I've always thought I had a good rapport with small animals."

He lowered his gaze slightly, his eyes landing on the transparent amber pendant hanging at his waist beneath the black robe; within the clear amber, dense black mist swirled, and merely looking at it seemed capable of stirring emotions.

It must be due to the Desire Apostle aura on him; as an animal, its instincts are somewhat stronger than a human's.

Lost in thought, LeiKeDun had already stepped into the herbal shop.

A man in his thirties, with black hair, brown eyes, a plump, rather round physique, rose from beneath the counter.

His round face still bore a hint of unease, his eyes narrowed to slits; after sizing up LeiKeDun for a moment, he pursed his lips and said, "You look a bit weak, but nothing serious."

(End of Chapter)