However, there’s still a considerable distance to the next tier.

Speaking of the cave, one cannot avoid mentioning the Cave Key.

Now, he has already cleared two scenes of the Land Cave, and almost every place has been explored.

Yet, he still hasn’t found the Cave Key.

Is it possible that this is the end of the Land Cave?

With his doubts, Rogel could only place his hopes on the Underwater Cave.

But truthfully, the location of the Underwater Cave might be hard to find.

He searched both in the Yudona Sea and the Sea of Confession, but in the end, both pointed to the border mist.

This indicates that it must be in a sea area isolated by the border mist.

So, he can only set it aside for now.

The current priority is to find the whereabouts of Doyle and Aitar, as well as the place to resolve Mira’s curse.

Rogel, in front of the screen, held a pen and paper and sighed.

"This damn game is too open-ended, without even a task log system; I have to record everything myself..."

...

The Gelin waited for a long time in the dark, murky swamp.

From afar, the sound of cannon fire also ceased, indicating that the war in the Gostya Mud Pool had come to an end.

Before long, a pirate ship, decorated with an imposing design and flying a Jolly Roger with a Swamp Demon emblem, sailed towards the Gelin.

This ship was large, larger than the Gelin.

Leading the ship was a man in his thirties, with stubbled beard and a short ponytail at the back.

His gaze was sharp, with a thin coat draped over his torso, revealing numerous scars on his chest.

At his waist, a knife was strapped.

Not long after, the Swamp Demon halted in front of the Gelin.

The man halted the actions of his subordinates, crouched, and leaped several dozen meters, landing lightly on the deck of the Gelin.

"Swamp Demon Finmage," Rogel spoke, and then his gaze fell on the knife at the man’s waist, "Do you know how to use that knife?"

Finmage did not answer Rogel’s question; instead, he asked back, "Who are you?"

His demeanor was composed, yet his eyes carried seriousness and wariness.

He was an extraordinary of the Apostle Tier.

Naturally, he could sense the terrifying strength of the person in front of him.

Unfathomable, a tier higher than himself!

"Rogel, an ordinary traveler."

Traveler...

Finmage frowned slightly, "Just say it, why are you looking for me?"

"No need to be so serious, I just want to ask you some things," Rogel waved his hand.

He could feel Finmage’s cautiousness as if facing a great enemy.

"I want to know the secrets about the extraordinaries."

"Also, to inquire about the whereabouts of a few people," Rogel said.

Hearing this, Finmage was silent for a moment.

Secrets? You, a Deputy Tier extraordinary, need to ask me, a mere Apostle?

However, from his look, it didn’t seem like he was joking.

While he was contemplating, several Bone Spirits clad in heavy armor carried chairs and seating in front of the two.

Another Bone Spirit poured tea.

"Please have a seat."

Rogel sat in front of him.

Upon seeing the Bone Spirits, Finmage’s heart was as if facing a formidable enemy.

These guys...carried an intense aura of death!

But, they seemed to have no malicious intent...

They were merely the subordinates of the person in front of him!

Forget it, if he harbors ill will, I surely wouldn’t be a match...

With this thought, Finmage took a deep breath to calm himself before sitting down in front of Rogel, starting to answer his questions.

First were some secret knowledge regarding extraordinaries.

For this, Rogel actually had a mindset of finding the missing pieces.

Although he had acquired fragmented knowledge, now he had paved a path of his own.

But, he had no clue on how a Magic Potion Extraordinary ascends to the Angel Tier.

He initially thought that a Magic Potion Extraordinary would naturally ascend, but there was no sign of it; it seems that a special method is required.

Upon hearing his question, Finmage was taken aback.

"...Sir Rogel, if I’m not mistaken, you shouldn’t be from the Mire of Decay, right?"

"No," Rogel shook his head, "But, how did you know?"

Finmage sighed upon hearing the words, "Captain Rogel, do you know why I attacked the Gostya Mud Pool, this settlement?"

"Why?"

"Because the Gostya Clan, who controls the Gostya Mud Pool, knows the secrets of how to ascend to a Deputy extraordinary," Finmage said calmly.

"Ah?" Noemi couldn’t help but exclaim, "Weren’t you waging war for a marriage proposal?"

"..."

Finmage’s face froze at her words.

Seeing this, Rogel forcibly held back a laugh, glaring at her, "Noemi, don’t spout nonsense."

"Oh," Noemi quickly closed her mouth upon hearing this.

It seems this romantic story was just a rumor.

Upon hearing his words, Rogel understood his meaning.

"So, what you’re saying is, in the Mire of Decay, the method of extraordinary ascension and magic potion recipes are all in the hands of these great families?"

"That’s right," Finmage took a deep breath and nodded.

"They tightly hold the crafting of magic potion recipes and extraordinary knowledge."

"Having mastery over these means possessing great power."

"They use this as leverage to see all commoners and foreigners as slaves, abusing, oppressing, and even having the life-and-death power over them in their hands."

"The reason I attacked the Gostya Mud Pool was because they held such extraordinary knowledge, and their clan hadn’t produced a powerful extraordinary in decades."

"Just before I was about to enter the Gostya Fortress, those bastards burned all of the secrets..."