I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

The moment Sreyhodias left Murphy's place, he was already on another ship.

His divine sense swept across the ship, and as expected, due to the influence of the anti-magic stone, he did not find anything suspicious.

The concept of consciousness is divided into five parts: sensation, knowledge, awareness, intention, and thought.

"Sense" refers to the five senses, etc.

"Knowledge" refers to a general understanding and concept of a thing.

Knowledge refers to the judgment made about an existence based on one's own experience and memory.

The meaning refers to the process of thinking about an object.

The concept of "thought" refers to the influence one desires to have on an object.

Just like melee classes have breathing techniques.

These five are the foundation of all magic-based professions and meditation techniques.

It's just that different meditation methods have different focuses.

The so-called divine sense refers to the information obtained by carefully searching the surrounding objects and then feeding it back into the mind.

Their lineage of meditation methods mainly focuses on the three aspects of intention, knowledge, and thought. Therefore, their use of spiritual consciousness can only be described as usable, but not particularly effective.

Otherwise, for other epic-level powerhouses, this amount of anti-magic stones would be nothing at all.

But even if he couldn't get through, he wasn't stupid.

A quick search reveals a room with the most anti-magic stones.

It's obvious what this room can be used for, right?

Having determined the direction, Sri was about to head there.

Suddenly, they noticed that there seemed to be several people talking on the shore.

He raised an eyebrow, immediately changed his target, and suddenly appeared beside those people.

"The cargo is in the usual spot in the hold. But you know, as soon as we disembarked, we all suddenly caught that disease, and we've only just recovered, so we couldn't deal with those things in time... The casualty rate might be..."

One of the crew members, who was treated later, was out of the ship later and had just finished communicating with his buyer and was preparing to board the ship to pick up the cargo.

"It's no use telling me all this. I'm just doing my job for my superiors, and I get a fixed salary. I can only follow the rules."

The buyer was an elderly man with gray hair, wearing a priest's robe. He shook his head indifferently, giving the crew member opposite him no room for explanation.

"All right……"

The crew member could only sigh. In any case, no matter how little money it was, it was still a huge sum of money for him. So he turned around and took the old man aboard to retrieve the goods.

However, the two of them suddenly realized that two people had appeared in front of them without them noticing.

"Dias?! What are you doing here?"

The crew member panicked and felt somewhat annoyed.

He watched as everyone on the other ships delivered their goods, while he alone remained unfinished.

Without inquiring about Diaz's location, they rushed over in a hurry.

But clearly no one else has it either!

Why am I so unlucky?

Unlike other slave traders, he was not so magnanimous; he still felt some remorse and guilt about his actions.

But faced with the money, he still chose to compromise.

Why can't I be here?

Diaz sneered and pointed at the ship behind him, growling softly.

"Do you know what you're doing? Putting aside whether you, this hypocrite, have any conscience, haven't you thought about what will happen to the other crew members if you're discovered?!"

"Our whole group is doomed!"

"Mr. Diaz, you are mistaken."

The elderly man in the school robe stood with his hands behind his back, his face still kind as he explained.

"These children are refugees from the north, already homeless. We simply bought them and gave them a home. What's wrong with that?"

Diaz was so angry at this remark that he laughed in exasperation.

This isn't just distorting the truth; it's downright blatant fabrication!

"Northern refugees? Do you think I'm stupid? There are so many southerners inside, can't you tell? What? Lost southerners become northern refugees?"

After he finished cursing and left, he couldn't help but laugh out loud twice in anger.

"And don't you know how miserable the children you kidnapped were? Just because you live in a different region doesn't mean you can treat people like dirt."

If you had any conscience at all, you wouldn't have uttered such nonsense!

"Hehe, God has already given His lambs a way to live, it's just that these lambs couldn't withstand those trials, it's alright... believe that their souls have already entered into God's embrace."

The elderly priest was not swayed by Diaz's words. Instead, he simply smiled, opened his arms, and spoke with utmost sincerity.

"Fuck you, God the hell."

Diaz cursed angrily, drew his weapon, and charged forward, slashing at the two men.

But then the old priest waved his hand, and a holy radiance instantly formed a barrier, rushing towards Diaz.

It was gently knocked several meters away.

However, the force was not great, and it was clear that they didn't really intend to hurt Diaz.

Seeing that his opponent had such methods, Diaz calmed down and glanced at Sri.

Siri didn't make a move, but simply gestured for him to continue.

Upon seeing this, Diaz immediately understood that Siri wanted to find out more about the other side.

Then he continued to hurl insults.

"You mean, it's also your God's will that these children were captured and enslaved? I remember the first to call for the abolition of slavery was your Vatican! What? You want to defy God's original will?!"

"Slaves? No, no, no... Sir, I remember you've made a mistake. They are not slaves, but simply people who have to give everything for those with great blood and great faith."

How can this be called a slave, sir?

This should be called…a devout believer, sir!

As the elderly man in the priest's robe spoke, his voice became louder and higher-pitched.

The sounds that followed also carried a subtle, alluring quality.

The crew member next to him, who had initially felt guilty and confused, understood after hearing the voice and the explanation.

Suddenly he felt emboldened and shouted loudly at Diaz.

"Diaz, I'm telling you, these children's deaths have nothing to do with me, it's all your and those people's fault!"

It is you who are preventing us from leading these children to become devout believers.

That's why we had to hide those children, and that's why they died!

Their deaths have nothing to do with me, yes, it's all your fault! It's all your fault!

Diaz's lips twitched. The moment he heard that voice, he actually felt that what the other person said made some sense.

The moment he realized this, he bit his tongue hard.

I forced myself to wake up.

His gaze then fell upon Sri beside him.

At this moment, Sri finally extended a hand to him, signaling him to quiet down for the time being, and then took a step forward.

He didn't act immediately; he watched from the sidelines.

It wasn't about taking advantage of the situation, but about confirming the identity of the cultist in front of them and the power he represented.

Or to be more precise...

Was he doing this for his own benefit, or was he acting on orders from above?

But which faction of the Vatican is on this side?

However, after careful searching and sensing, he found that there were absolutely no marks left by any powerful figures from the church on the other side.

In other words, either the mastermind behind this incident wasn't a particularly capable person.

Then, here is another, more pessimistic scenario—the capture of slaves from the North was likely a common occurrence, and may even have been tacitly approved.

In either case, only one message can be conveyed regarding the current situation.

There's no support from the other side.

"This must be Mr. Druid, right? You seem to be from the North. Would you like to join us sheepdogs and protect the lambs from the North?"

The elderly man in the priest's robe sensed Siri's aura briefly. Although it was somewhat strange, it wasn't particularly strong. So he smiled and asked...

"Of course," Sri said with a smile.

The elderly priest was slightly taken aback, not expecting that Sri would agree so easily.

He immediately spoke with even greater loyalty and joy.

"On behalf of... I welcome you... devoutly... Ahh ...

However, as he spoke, he found his tone becoming increasingly unclear.

The crew member next to him looked at him with fear in his eyes, as if he had seen a monster he had never seen before.

The elderly man in the priest's robe panicked and wanted to ask the sailor why he was being looked at like that.

But when he opened his mouth...

No, what about my own mouth?

I reached out my hand, trembling, only to find my vision blurry and distorted.

The surrounding environment also began to become colorful.

Hands! Where are my own hands?

When did they disappear? Why?

Who am I? Why am I here?

What is this? A tree branch?

Thirsty, so thirsty...

Ah, the sun feels so nice...

Outside, in front of the crew and Diaz.

The old man who had just been piously shouting something suddenly began to twist and collapse, and his priest's robe fell off his body.

The limbs began to contract and twist, even splitting apart, with individual limbs branching out and then spreading out.

The skin begins to become rough and cracked, eventually even evolving into tree bark.

The head shriveled and hung downwards, drooping from the shoulders all the way down to the stomach, then inexplicably melted away and disappeared.

Its body began to swell little by little, and its original feet began to extend downwards.

Finally, as a vibrant green leaf grew out, the old man transformed into a tree.