Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 204 Commission

The terrifying explosion echoed throughout the manor and even reached the entire capital, plunging the ancient city into an eerie silence.

At this moment, some of Russell's methods began to be implemented, and a "rumor" began to circulate among the people.

He is using public opinion to solidify his reputation as a "genius".

call!

The raging winds from the explosion swept everything away, and Roselle spread his arms wide, his smile wild and unrestrained.

Unfortunately, the wind behind him was too strong, and Russell could no longer keep up the act. He quickly took a few steps and returned to the banquet scene without leaving a trace.

Many nobles turned pale, terrified by the power of the cannons.

"This kind of power?" Bethel glanced at it and objectively assessed, "Probably a demigod-level lightning storm?"

Many of the extraordinary individuals present had solemn expressions, unconsciously placing themselves in the position of the small hill, imagining what would happen if they were facing these cannons.

Then most people turned pale; with such power, those below the level of demigod could only flee for their lives!

If one is not skilled in escaping, there is a high chance of being killed by this salvo of artillery fire.

More importantly, these artillery pieces can be mass-produced. If a few dozen pieces have this kind of power, what about a few hundred?

Everyone realized the problem, and all eyes were on Rosell, with some eager and some even wary.

"A new era has arrived." Rosell reiterated that the extraordinary ones would not be foolish enough to stand still and be bombarded by cannonballs, but there were things that could not be moved, such as city walls and castles.

"He's in trouble." Truman was delighted to watch the show.

"The royal family, the military, and even the major noble families will all try to win him over. He may be in a difficult situation." Bethel was also aware of the recent covert struggle between the royal family and the nobles.

Well, it should be said that the Abraham family was also involved.

It's not about the throne; as long as the "Black Emperor" is in charge, no one can shake that position. However, the power and resource allocation of the empire can be fought for.

Even among the major ducal families, demigods are extremely rare; most nobles are more concerned with worldly power and interests.

As Bethel had said, Roselle was now surrounded by a large group of nobles.

Russell, of course, welcomed all who came, enjoying the beautiful moments of life. The admiration and enthusiasm of the nobles were more pleasing to him than the beautiful young ladies.

But things didn't seem to go as he expected.

When the royal family, the nobles, and the military came together, Roselle suddenly felt as if he had been caught in the eye of a storm.

He can maintain temporary stability, but these people will not tolerate an outsider.

"Ahem! Excuse me!" Roselle was in the middle of her triumph and had no intention of commenting on such matters. She walked straight toward Truman.

"Damn! I miscalculated! This seems to be a little more complicated than I thought!" Rosell exclaimed, still shaken as he escaped from the group of bigwigs who were on the verge of exchanging blows.

Among these people are demigods!

"You'll be dealing with these people for the rest of your time," Truman warned.

"Ah..." Russell frowned, somewhat resistant. He was still just a researcher and scientist, not a politician, and had a natural aversion to these things.

"Once these weapons of yours are mass-produced, they will already be qualified to disrupt the balance, plus the 'Church of the God of Craftsmen' behind you..." Truman's words ended there, and Roselle, being an extremely intelligent person, made many connections.

"This is tricky!" Rosell was inevitably at a loss. With the backing of the "Church of the God of Craftsmen", he would be fine, but he would inevitably be subject to various restrictions.

"Ultimately, it's because the sequence is too low!" If he were a demigod, these people wouldn't dare to pressure him like this.

"Then I have a favor to ask," Truman suddenly said, "which can help you escape the vortex of power struggles in the capital."

"What?" Rosell asked instinctively.

"Let's go to sea!" Truman smiled. "I want to go out to sea and hire you as my captain to sail your new type of sailboat."

"As for the reward, it will be based on the characteristics of an 'Alchemist'."

Russell's eyes widened suddenly, and he almost shouted "You big dog!"

The Dream Castle is indeed incredibly wealthy—no, they even set up the entire world's monetary system!

This also makes people born in dream castles incredibly wealthy.

Given his position, obtaining the Sequence 5 "Astrologer" trait within the church wouldn't be difficult, but obtaining "Alchemist" would be extremely difficult without the sacrifice of a high-ranking church official.

"Okay! Deal!" Russell said without even hesitation.

"Do you know how difficult the reward is, like an 'Alchemist' quest?" Truman asked.

"I know, but you're not going to go and die, are you?" Rosell couldn't tell at all what sequence Truman belonged to, or even whether he was an extraordinary one.

But that didn't stop him from believing that this was a big shot!

"Um... could you pay me in advance? I'll apply for the 'Astronomer' trait as soon as I get back and advance as quickly as possible!"

"Okay, but I might be going to sea soon, so you'd better recruit your team and build your ship as soon as possible." Truman finished the last piece of beef and settled the matter of going to sea.

At the end of the Fourth Age, the battlefield between Truman and Death was mainly concentrated in the Underworld. However, the aftershocks of the battle reached the Southern Continent, so something called the Raging Sea was missing, but the shipping routes between the Northern and Southern Continents were not interrupted.

"I will get everything ready as soon as possible, at most half a month."

Russell, having accepted the commission, naturally took it seriously. The banquet was not yet over, but they were already planning to set sail.

"Then I'll be going now." Truman and Bethel left the banquet together.

"Huh, when did that person appear?" Roselle belatedly realized that someone was sitting next to him.

"However..." Rosell instinctively felt that this person was more powerful than any demigod he had ever seen, even more powerful than the mysterious Zarathustra!

"An angel?!" Roselle's imagination ran wild. "Could it be the Dream Duke?"

"Stop!" Rosell quickly stopped his imagination. Stop thinking about all that and get the "Alchemist" trait first!

"Teacher, may I come along?" Bethel asked Truman.

The Abraham family's tradition of enjoying travel originated from Bethel.

"Hmm...that's good, having more company is good too." Truman nodded.

"Thank you, teacher!" Bethel smiled. This kind of trip always reminded him of the time when he followed his teacher on his starry journey.

"We will pass through several islands, heading straight to the southern continent, and finally, we may go to the Abyss."

Truman's decision to sail out to sea was not a spur-of-the-moment thing; it was part of a grand plan before the end of the world.

(End of this chapter)