Finmage hesitated for quite some time.

Eventually, he gritted his teeth and made a decision against his ancestors.

It must be because I am not devout enough, that the Master of the Black Tide has not seen my sincerity.

One must be devout, must persist; if once doesn’t work, then twice; if twice doesn’t work, then keep praying.

This way, the Master of the Black Tide will surely respond to me!

Thinking of this, Finmage steeled his heart.

He began to pray!

"Great Master of the Black Tide..."

...

[Your believer Finmage is praying to you, beseeching your response...]

[Your believer Finmage is praying to you, beseeching your response...]

[Your believer Finmage is praying to you, beseeching your response...]

Message after message popped up.

Rogel, however, was indifferent to it.

Since Black Tide City was included in the Land of Faith, he has already been somewhat overwhelmed by people’s prayers.

But fortunately, the spirit of faith has some special abilities, able to select relatively important prayers to notify him.

So Finmage’s prayer request, he naturally could see.

And he didn’t want to bother with it.

"Keep praying all you want."

Rogel sneered coldly in his heart.

The fact was just as Finmage thought.

Rogel planned to teach him a lesson.

Opportunities abandoned voluntarily are not so easily retrieved.

Now, he already sat controlling Black Tide City; a Pirate Captain was dispensable to him.

He had no intention of responding to this guy today, planning to leave him hanging for a while.

Then, Rogel turned his attention to another matter.

Magrela’s Hudson.

He had always been keeping an eye on Hudson, partly due to the information Sharo gathered, and partly because he could observe Magrela through Heisatan’s abilities.

Unexpectedly, this old acquaintance from the Five Great Seas ended up in the Great World through some unusual pathways after several twists and turns...

"Blood Embrace..."

"The Blood Race bloodline from the Blood Sea has unexpectedly fused with Hudson’s Exorcist bloodline..."

Rogel was slightly surprised.

After learning about this, he used Heisatan’s abilities to conduct a brief investigation of the "Blood Sea" and the "Blood Race".

The Blood Race.

A mysterious intelligent race living in the Blood Sea, extremely xenophobic, possessing their own extraordinary system, corresponding to the external extraordinary tiers, with some unique abilities.

"Blood Embrace" naturally refers to their ability to develop favored ones.

They were distinct from the traditional "vampire" image that Rogel had.

However, of course, Rogel’s focus was not on this.

Hudson, this extraordinary person, carrying the bloodline of an Exorcist, had unexpectedly accepted the Blood Embrace successfully, advancing to become a special existence...

How low was such a probability?

Like randomly mixing two extraordinary materials together and inadvertently concocting a bottle of top-tier extraordinary magic potion...

"I can’t show up right now... otherwise, I really want to see his specific situation."

With Rogel’s current status, he was already overly concerned with Hudson.

"Gotta think of a method..."

Rogel rubbed his chin and made a decision.

In any case, he needed to communicate with Hudson.

But not as the Master of the Black Tide; that would be too degrading.

...

As time passed.

The Gelin was about to reach their next destination.

The last island before heading to Rose Island.

Gabriel Island.

This island, too, was named after a family name, considered a medium-sized island, shaped in a "U" form with a large port and many visiting ships.

"Rose Island... the method to lift the curse is there..."

Mira couldn’t help but murmur.

Then she looked at Rogel, feeling a bit nervous.

"Captain, perhaps we shouldn’t go... I feel things are pretty good now."

She no longer needed a wheelchair to stand up.

This had even made her momentarily forget she had ever been cursed.

Continuing like this might not be bad, so she was somewhat reluctant to go to that Rose Island.

Yas remained silent.

However, judging by his personality, he clearly wouldn’t agree with Mira’s view.

But Rogel shook his head: "If the curse isn’t lifted, it will persist, don’t harbor any illusions, especially since... we are already here."

"Don’t worry, Mira."

"But..." Mira hesitated.

"No buts, I will help you break the curse, didn’t we agree on that?"

Rogel said.

Mira’s curse was closely related to Doyle, and Rogel wouldn’t naively think that just because she could stand, there would be no further danger.

Hearing Rogel’s words, Mira took a deep breath and eventually could only summon the courage to nod.

Soon, the Gelin arrived at Gabriel Island’s port and docked.

Possibly due to the proximity to the boundary fog, the seawater around Gabriel Island became slightly clearer, much better in quality compared to the mostly yellow-green water in the Mire of Decay.

Upon arriving on the island, the first thing they needed to do was naturally procurement.

Rogel also set foot on the island.

However, when he reached the island town... the power of the contract surged.

"Captain Rogel..."

"I have been waiting here for quite some time."

With a light chuckle, a young voice reached Rogel’s ears.

Rogel looked in the direction of the voice.

A man dressed in aristocratic attire, wearing a smiling iron mask, was staring directly at him.