Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 284 The Agreement with Luna
Roger felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders when he heard Luna's words.

In fact, Luna's expression was very deliberate.

Because if it were just "He", such a statement would be meaningless, as it would most likely only refer to Adam, the "imaginary angel", a being at the level of a half-god.

On the other hand, although Roger and Adam didn't have much friendship before and their relationship was mainly one of mutual exploitation, there was definitely some superficial friendship between them.

At least Roger wouldn't watch Adam be truly consumed by God's will, and Adam wouldn't let Roger really have any accidents. If either of them had a problem, the situation on Earth would instantly explode and lose balance.

Therefore, the "them" must refer to other divine beings.

Needless to say, the goddess, although this old-timer has never truly revealed her thoughts, has shown enough on the matter of Ince Zangwill that she is fully aware of Roger's existence and maintains a certain degree of support.

As for the Lord of Storms, it's a different story. Although Roger had previously conveyed a message to Him and directly helped the Church of Storms reduce the death toll in Backlund, thus assisting Him in stabilizing His anchor.

In the subsequent "Mad Blade" incident, Roger also helped the Church of Storms resolve a very troublesome problem; otherwise, countless more people in Damir Harbor would probably have been affected by that man-eating ship and lost their lives.

But Roger once called out the name "Leodrod" in Backlund, which caused the grumpy old pigeon to unleash thunder and gales. It's unknown whether He still remembers this incident.

However, considering that Roger's plan to blow up the "Black Emperor's" mausoleum was still successfully carried out after that, he tended to believe that the Lord of Storms should also be among the benevolent deities.

As for the God of Steam and Machinery, it's hard to say, because in the original story, He chose the wrong side in the war of gods, which led to the purge of the Steam Church after the war. And it cannot be ruled out that the same thing will happen to Him again.

But in any case, as long as the goddess gives confirmation, that's enough.

For Roger's advancement plan, besides Adam's help, what he needs most is the goddess's help. Right now, the goddess has clearly stated that as long as Roger contributes to the war between Rune and Fussac, he will receive Her support. Then he will have at least an 80% chance of succeeding in his subsequent advancement.

"I look forward to your performance. Tonight I will have my messenger deliver detailed intelligence to you. For now, your fleet can continue sailing normally along the existing route."

After Luna finished speaking, she smiled and looked at Roger, who was biting his lip again and raising his eyebrows. She seemed to enjoy the latter's state of being dissatisfied with Adam but unable to say anything.

"...Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Roger suddenly thought of something and asked:
"Do you need intelligence personnel stationed in other countries? If so, I can help you find a group."

"Yes, but such people are not easy to find. They generally need to undergo specialized training and have very high personal qualities."

Luna shook her head:

"Intelligence personnel need not only a good mind, but also strong psychological qualities and resilient nerves; otherwise, they will find it difficult to even listen to the initial training."

"That's why we usually make extraordinary individuals from the 'lawyer' pathway into intelligence agents... In terms of the extraordinary pathways the military has access to, they are the most suitable group, after all, these guys are too good at exploiting loopholes."

"Perhaps there is another, more suitable approach."

Roger laughed:

What about 'criminals'?

"criminal?"

Luna frowned, then suddenly remembered something and exclaimed in surprise:

"I must say, your thought process is very suitable for being an intelligence agent."

Are you praising me or belittling me?

Roger waved his hand, both amused and exasperated.
“Criminals typically possess strong bodies, quick minds, keen senses, and various criminal abilities. They are proficient in handling various cold weapons and light firearms. Most importantly, espionage is also a form of crime against enemy countries. So, from this perspective, I think no one is more suitable than a criminal.”

"...I think it's okay."

Luna nodded:

"Find several candidates as soon as possible, and then make contact with me. Let me make it clear beforehand that I don't want ordinary opportunists. They must be people who have no way out in life and are willing to risk everything, even their lives, to get ahead. Only then will they barely meet my requirements."

"After all, wartime intelligence training is extremely brutal in terms of both density and intensity. If you're just looking to make a little money, it's best not to get involved in this mess."

"it is good."

Roger nodded in agreement, and then said:

"Release the restrictions, I'm leaving."

"It has been lifted."

After receiving Luna's affirmation, Roger rolled the "Traveler's Dice" once again, teleporting him to 15 Minsk Street and onto the street outside.

"It's really an economic downturn; there are far fewer horse-drawn carriages on the road."

Roger looked at the desolate scene on the street, sighed slightly, and then walked towards Worston Garden.

Because it had been arranged in advance, Cecilia, Sam, and the twin brothers were already waiting at home. Roger knocked on the door, then looked at the large amount of supplies and food stockpiled in the living room and kitchen, enough for the four of them to live on for several months. He patted Cecilia on the shoulder with satisfaction and gave her a thumbs up.

"This is nothing; there are many more in the underground storage rooms."

Cecilia laughed:

“Especially fresh water. I was afraid that Fusak would poison the water source in Rune, so I prepared a lot of fresh water in advance.”

"Your level of caution is practically that of a special agent."

Roger was momentarily speechless, both amused and exasperated, but still said:
"But it's never a bad thing to be careful. Who knows what might happen as the war progresses? Chemical and biological weapons might even be used."

"Cousin, were you just in the square in front of the palace?"

At this moment, Perseus looked at Roger with some uncertainty:
"I think I saw your back, but the divination returned a negative message."

"It's good that the divination doesn't work; I have the ability to reverse divination anyway."

Roger nodded, acknowledging Perseus's statement.

"Your 'Diviner' potion seems to be progressing well. Are you ready for your advancement?"

In response to Roger's question, Perseus nodded:
"It's ready. Sam helped me gather all the promotion materials a while ago, and I estimate it will be ready in about three weeks."

"good."

Roger nodded and then checked with Allist on the progress of digesting his "lawyer" potion. Although this guy wasn't a real lawyer, he had successfully gained admission to grammar school, started studying law at home, and would occasionally ask Jürgen lawyer some questions.

As his understanding of the law deepened, the "Lawyer" potion also showed significant progress. Even though his overall progress was not as good as Perseus', he would only need a month at most to advance to the Sequence 8 "Barbarian".

Upon hearing that Roger had found the "Barbarian" potion recipe for him, the guy immediately cheered and seemed to feel the excitement of finally catching up with Perseus.

After the pleasantries were over, Roger looked up at Sam:
You should have already read the email I sent you before.

Roger was referring to the "Upright Criminals" training program, and Sam immediately nodded, remarking with emotion:

"I received it and read it. I have to say, it's a truly imaginative plan."

"That's not a good word."

Roger suddenly remembered some hellish jokes and chuckled involuntarily before continuing:

"The national economic situation is not good recently, and many people have lost their jobs and gone bankrupt. So you can keep an eye out for suitable candidates. After investigation, you can help them become 'criminals'."

“Especially those guys who are strong-willed and quick-witted but have lost their families and are desperate… Right now, I have a cooperative project with the Rune intelligence agency that requires a group of intelligence agents without military backgrounds to infiltrate neighboring countries to carry out intelligence activities.”

"Cousin, are you planning to use this opportunity to help our 'righteous demon' digest the potion?"

Alister, who had been listening quietly, suddenly spoke up and asked a question.

"Yes."

Roger looked at him with some surprise and praised him:
"As expected of Abraham's children, they reacted very quickly."

After saying that, he patted Allist's head and then looked at Sam:
"This matter must be kept secret at this stage. If there is a particularly suitable candidate, the loan period can be extended to meet the requirements of the intelligence agencies as much as possible. This will also benefit us in building our own power."

"But remember, it's better to have fewer but better candidates, because the 'criminal' potion itself is prone to corrupting people, so you must establish a complete review system, score candidates, and only hire those who meet the standards."

“Cecilia should be quite good at this, you can work with Sam to get the job done.”

"The files of those who are not qualified to join the intelligence agency can be shared with Fors for management, and she will provide protection for those who are loyal to us through other channels."

"Okay, cousin."

Cecilia nodded solemnly, then asked again:

"By the way, cousin, is there anything else you want to tell us about the upcoming war?"

"That's all. As I said before, this war shouldn't have too much of an impact on you. You just need to focus on doing what I've assigned you. If you encounter any difficulties, feel free to contact me anytime."

After Roger finished speaking, he stood up and took out a box with a volume of about 500 milliliters from the "Old Box" he carried with him.

"This is?"

Sam looked at the box with some curiosity and asked a question.

"Some precious marine specialties come from extraordinary creatures at Sequence Level 5. They are priceless and can be cooked like jellyfish, either in salads or soups."

What are the benefits of eating it?

Perseus asked curiously.

"Although this is a product of extraordinary creatures, it doesn't have any special effects. If I had to say, it's just that it's surprisingly delicious."

Roger recalled that he had once tasted a seafood soup made with the bell-shaped cap of a Nightmare Jellyfish, and he had to admit it was so delicious it brought tears to his eyes. He immediately understood why this stuff was so expensive. After saying this, he hugged his family again and then used the Traveler's Dice to return to the captain's cabin.

"You're back? How's the new king?"

When Bandit heard Roger return, he jumped out of bed, stretched, and asked.

"Does a kitten care about politics?"

Roger smiled and patted Bandit before saying:

"Actually, at this critical juncture, it doesn't really matter who becomes king; it's just a matter of succession according to the order of succession, nothing more."

"Oh."

Bandit nodded as if he understood, then spoke:

"Philip came looking for you earlier, do you want to go see him?"
"I can go with you."

"it is good."

Roger nodded upon hearing this, opened the door, and led Bendit onto the deck.

As soon as Roger arrived on the deck, he saw Philip directing the sailmen to adjust the sails. Zeus was currently piloting the "Star Lord" in his place, while the other ships followed behind.

Early this morning, the "Fleet of Stars" set sail again, perfectly avoiding the timing of Govington II's declaration of war. As a result, they also avoided the "homecoming rush" caused by civilian ships preparing to flee Gilain.

"Are you looking for me?"

Roger patted Philip on the shoulder, and the sweating first mate finally turned around.

"You're back, Captain."

Philip was visibly excited to see Roger return.

He lowered his voice and said:

"My 'Sheriff' potion seems to have been completely digested!"

Roger was slightly taken aback:
"So fast?"

He pressed on, somewhat surprised:
"How do you do it?"

"Ah, this is very simple."

Philip laughed; this usually very modest, baby-faced young man seemed somewhat excited and proud at this moment.
“At first, I just set the ‘Star Lord’ as my ‘jurisdiction’ and patrolled regularly like a real sheriff. I set a fixed patrol schedule for myself, and I would get up to carry out patrol duties no matter how tired I was.”

"In the process, I would also 'arbitrate' and mediate some of the conflicts and disputes between the sailors, and eliminate some possible fights. In this way, I felt a significant digestion."

"After that, I discussed it with Matteo and made the 'Mercury' part of my jurisdiction, so that the number of people under my direct jurisdiction exceeded 40."

"The increase in the number of people in charge has further accelerated the digestion of the potion. Just now, when you went out, I finally felt a strange cracking sound... Zeus said that was the feeling of the potion digesting, and I think so too."

“Meow, I can testify to this. I’ve seen little Philip walking around on the deck a lot lately.”

Bandit began by saying:
“A few times when I got up at night to wander around on the deck, I saw him carrying a lantern and strolling around alone. I thought he was sleepwalking, so I ran up to wake him up, but he told me that he was on patrol.”

Since Philip had already heard Bandit speak before, the baby-faced youth didn't show any unusual expression; he just scratched his head awkwardly.

Roger nodded in agreement.

“You did a great job, First Mate.”

"Also, you're right, this is indeed a sign of potion digestion. I will help you advance after 6 p.m. tonight."

"Okay, thank you, Captain."

Philip expressed his gratitude, sincerely thanking Roger.

"You're welcome. You've also worked hard managing the 'Star Lord' account during this time."

Roger patted Philip on the shoulder, then left Bendit alone on the deck to sunbathe, and returned to the captain's cabin once more.

Just then, Roger had a sudden thought and looked up at a dark corner.

The feeling was strange, as if some kind of spirit creature had arrived, but it wasn't the feeling of the "Rat of De La Hoya" or Renette Tinicol.

Sure enough, a short while later, a small, ethereal yellow parrot with bright colors flew out and landed on Roger's table.

Who is Roger?

The little parrot spoke, and surprisingly, it was the voice of a young girl.

"Yes, ma'am, who are you?"

Roger looked at the little bird with some curiosity and asked a question.

"Chacha, you are very polite."

The little parrot seemed very satisfied. It flew up, circled Roger twice, and then landed on the table again, chirping away.

"My name is Shining, and I'm Miss Luna's messenger, here to deliver a message to you."

"Okay... thank you, but where is the letter?"

Roger nodded, then looked at the little bird, who had nothing on him, with some confusion.

The latter parrot did something that made Roger's eyes widen: its eyes changed color slightly, and then, as if it had caught something, it pecked at the air and miraculously pecked out a letter.

"What kind of message delivery method is this?"

After a brief moment of shock, Roger suddenly realized that the bird seemed to have some kind of ability to connect to subspace, allowing it to temporarily store letters inside and then retrieve them when needed.

However, he didn't say much, just nodded, took the letter, and then asked:
"By the way, madam, could you please speak to Miss Luna for me? I'm willing to exchange the potion formula for 'The Interrogator' with her. I wonder what price she would require."

"1000 gold pounds, a friendly price."

Flash flapped its wings and spoke as if it had been prepared in advance.

"..."

Roger was momentarily unsure whether to scold or be grateful. Without hesitation, he pulled out 1000 gold pounds and handed them to Gilgamesh, then asked:
"What's the recipe?"

"It was attached to the letter."

After saying this, Flashy took off from Roger's captain's cabin and disappeared into the shadows.

Roger was stunned for a moment before opening the letter and looking at its contents.

Among them were the planned route and crew information of the small fleet that Fussac used to cut off the supply lines of the Kingdom of Rune. Roger quickly browsed through it and determined that, based on the current speed of travel, the "Star Fleet" should be able to meet the enemy around 6 a.m. tomorrow.

In terms of the opponent's strength, the highest combat power consists of two Rank 5 naval officers, and there are no demigods. However, what troubles him is that these Fussack naval ships are equipped with very advanced weapons, including some large-caliber long-range firepower. This means that if the weather is clear the next morning, the "Star Fleet" may have to risk being bombarded to force its way close to the opponent.

Fortunately, the "secrecy" and "isolation" effects have now cooled down. All that's needed is to find a suitable angle of attack to launch a surprise attack on that fleet.

The only problem is that in the first wave of engagement, Roger can only bring three ships, including the "Star Lord". Only after the two sides actually engage in battle and the Fussack's gunnery capabilities are crippled can the remaining warships safely approach and join the battle.

As for the two officers at Sequence 5, Roger planned to take Bandit and behead them. Without the command of the highest-ranking officer, the remaining soldiers would inevitably fall into chaos.

In short, the best course of action in this battle is to minimize losses and achieve a swift victory, which is in Roger's best interest.

He then glanced at the "Interrogator" potion recipe that Luna had attached to the letter, took a deep breath, returned to the deck, instructed Philip to have all the captains come to his captain's cabin for a meeting at 5 p.m., and then used "Philimon's Bell" to go to Mr. C's stronghold in Tingen.

Because the potion of the "Interrogator" requires two relatively rare auxiliary materials, one of which is found in the Abraham family's fortress, and the other requires Mr. C's help.

On the other hand, Roger planned to meet his newly selected divine messenger and conduct a brief "interview" with him.

Before he could even knock, Mr. C seemed to have sensed his presence. He opened the door from the inside and solemnly knelt down on one knee in a salute to Roger.

"Greetings, Lord Dark Star Saint."

"Let's go in and talk."

Roger glanced at Mr. C, walked straight into Mr. C's stone chamber, and found a place to sit down.

"How's the matter I asked you to do last time going?"

Roger looked at Mr. C in front of him and asked.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I have found a newly promoted 'Rose Bishop' who is in no way a problem in terms of either strength or loyalty. Shall I summon him now?"

Roger nodded upon hearing this, and soon Mr. C summoned a young man through his sealed artifact that could send letters remotely.

The young man was about 1.7 meters tall, with a fairer complexion than Mr. C. His appearance was only slightly less striking than Mr. C's, but he was still exceptionally handsome.

"So I'm the ugliest person in the 'Aurora Club', huh...?"

Roger gritted his teeth, inwardly complaining, when he saw the newly appointed divine messenger bow to him.

"Your subordinate Patrick Wisconsin greets Your Excellency the Dark Star Saint."

(End of this chapter)