Although Chelegen encountered some trouble, things went smoothly in the end.

After returning to the residence and meeting up with Rogel, Rogel handed him the newly-researched Magic Potion Recipe.

Even though Rogel’s confident demeanor gave him some reassurance, he still ultimately harbored some disbelief towards Rogel.

And when he actually took the lightweight paper from Rogel’s hands, he finally realized that it was no joke.

This made his emotions suddenly become excited.

One can imagine the kind of pain a person with great ambition experiences when constantly trapped by their own abilities.

Chelegen had long been in such pain.

The strength of the Apostle Tier is not enough to support him in pursuing his dreams.

He might not even be able to get past his own family.

Only by becoming a Deputy can one truly step into the ranks of high-level strength in this world.

[You have obtained a Self-Sacrifice Potion Recipe ×1.]

And Rogel got the auxiliary Self-Sacrifice Potion he needed as desired.

"Our trade is complete; see you next time."

Rogel nodded and turned to leave.

He didn’t have the energy to continue dealing with these two brothers or family matters.

Chelegen heard this, quickly pulled his attention back from the recipe in his hand, and called out to him: "Wait, Mr. Rogel."

He walked over: "Could you kindly help me brew this Magic Potion? This might require you to stay in Laine Langduo for a period, and I will quickly gather all the materials."

With the recipe, naturally, comes the need for brewing.

The Laine Langdon Clan does have Alchemists.

But would Chelegen dare take this recipe to find the family’s Alchemist?

Unless he was also plagued by a fever that burned out his brain.

Therefore, Chelegen could only try to keep Rogel.

Rogel heard, frowned.

He naturally had no intention of staying here long; he had other things to do.

"I have many things to do, can’t stay here."

"But if you really can’t find an Alchemist, contact me through this Mark."

"Of course, if you don’t trust me, you can find another Alchemist."

After speaking, Rogel nodded slightly, said goodbye, and prepared to leave with Fonado.

Chelegen glanced at the Mark in his hand, then at Rogel’s back, a hint of solemnity glinting in his eyes.

He was naturally familiar with Marks.

It’s essential equipment for Believers, akin to a Magic Staff for Mages.

But from Rogel’s various aspects of performance, he was clearly an Extraordinary.

Then why did he give him a Mark, what’s Captain Rogel’s background?

"..."

He quickly flipped through the manual Rogel provided.

Afterward, he frowned slightly, pondering.

A while later, he did not continue to find Rogel but walked toward his house.

...

On the way back to Gelin.

Rogel saw the dark side of Laine Langduo.

Pa!

A crack of a whip was followed by a scream.

A thin woman had red and swollen marks on her face, but tears still streamed down as she clung to the overseer’s leg, pleading bitterly.

"Please, Overseer, don’t drive me away; I just accidentally broke a finger, but I can still work, I’m fine; it won’t affect work efficiency, please have mercy..."

She was emaciated, her voice hoarse, with a finger injury simply wrapped in a yellowed dirty cloth.

"Let go! Or I’ll kill you right now, believe it?"

The overseer frowned, looked at her with disdain, and his eyes showed killing intent.

His clothes were clean.

The slave woman shivered at his words but did not let go; she pleaded even more humbly.

Without this job, there would be no food, not even a slave’s life.

Moreover, she had a pitiful child at home.

The overseer showed no sympathy.

He had seen it too many times.

After raising his whip irritably, he lowered it, forcibly shook her off, and prepared to leave.

"No..."

The slave woman cried out in despair.

This is just one example, even somewhat conscientious.

On the way back, Rogel saw even more atrocious acts.

"Waa waa!"

A baby seemed to sense its danger and started crying loudly.

Next to it was a despairing, crying woman and her husband, both firmly detained.

"No, no! Please!"

"My child!"

The surrounding onlookers were indignant but dared not intervene.

They were not Extraordinary.

And holding the baby was a young man from the Laine Langdon Clan.

He wore a fierce smile.

"So noisy, I hate kids the most!"

"I’ll smash you, ha ha!"

He ruthlessly prepared to slam the baby to death.

But suddenly, black mist flashed.

Situation instantaneously changed dramatically.

Rogel, holding the baby in one hand, grabbed the young man’s throat with the other.

Behind him, the young man’s two guards showed pained expressions, eyes protruding, incessantly wailing.

Their bones betrayed their flesh!

"Coincidentally, I hate brats too."

Rogel stared into his eyes, lips slightly curled.

"You... No, no! No!"

The youth lost his previous arrogance and fierceness; as an Extraordinary, he knew the situation he was in.

Feeling the terrifying pressure from the person in front, his body uncontrollably trembled.