"Can't be done."
The Hanged Man Alger responded decisively.
"That craftsman is only at Sequence 6 level. He's fundamentally incapable of handling demigod-level Beyonder materials.
Even if, by some one-in-ten-thousand chance, he succeeded in crafting something, it would be too difficult to use due to excessive side effects."
"Alright then."
Silas hadn't held much hope to begin with; it was just a casual question.
He'd keep them for now and consult the Queen when the time came.
With so many Beyonder items in her treasury and her own father being a high-sequence Beyonder of the Artisan pathway, she surely knew reliable craftsmen.
"Mr. Temperance, are you certain this demigod came from the Psychology Alchemists?"
On another note, Justice Audrey had finally adjusted her emotions and asked seriously.
"At least that's what he claimed."
Silas answered indifferently.
"And the various signs he displayed matched up with the Psychology Alchemists higher-ups I've encountered before."
Whether it was the Psychology Alchemists' president or the Council's higher-ups, this organization seemed to harbor malice toward him.
The reason for all this might be related to that existence spying on him from behind the scenes.
"...Alright."
Justice Audrey caught the emotion in Silas's tone and didn't press further.
Although she was also a member of the Psychology Alchemists, honestly speaking, the organization's internal workings were mysterious and difficult to fathom.
She wasn't clear on its specific structure or objectives either.
"Regarding the scene at that time..."
The Hanged Man Alger paused, then continued.
"I heard that many residents of Toscarter Island saw a black knight in the air strike down the giant dragon, causing it to fall."
Among those present, everyone except the recently joined Moon and Hermit understood his meaning.
Because Silas had publicly sought to purchase it before, they all knew that Sequence 4 of the Secrets Suppliant pathway was called "Black Knight."
The Hanged Man's description was clearly pointing in that direction.
"That's right. I've already advanced to Sequence 4."
Silas stated calmly.
Above the gray fog, the air fell silent for several seconds.
Even though they had anticipated it to some degree, upon hearing Temperance personally confirm it, everyone was still inevitably shocked.
After all, that was a demigod!
From this sequence onward, Beyonders had already begun gradually breaking free from human shackles and advancing toward higher life forms.
In the various Churches and underground organizations, demigods were already unquestionable higher-ups!
And at this moment, they had personally witnessed the birth of a demigod!
"There's something I'd like to ask."
In the strange and silent atmosphere, Silas looked toward Sun Derrick beside him.
"How is that Elder Lovia of yours doing now? Did she successfully advance?"
The Black Knight's advancement ritual required the corruption of at least ten thousand people.
The City of Silver's sparse population fundamentally couldn't meet this requirement. He was quite curious how she would resolve this.
"She hasn't advanced yet, but recently His Excellency the Chief has often been going with her, leading teams outside the city to capture monsters alive."
Sun Derrick answered truthfully. "I'm guessing they might be using the monsters as substitutes."
Monsters? That makes sense. After raising the targets' sequences, the quantity requirement would also decrease.
Silas pondered for a moment, feeling she was taking advantage of the Forsaken Land of the Gods' special environment.
After all, if this were on the Northern Continent, there wouldn't be so many monsters available for them to catch.
"Pay more attention to her for me."
Silas said.
From the "pilgrimage" murals Ouroboros left behind, one could infer that a "sanctuary" of the True Creator might exist in the depths of the "Forsaken Land of the Gods."
By observing this City of Silver elder's performance, he might be able to indirectly understand the True Creator's situation.
"Alright."
Sun Derrick didn't understand Silas's intention, but still earnestly agreed. "As long as I have time, I'll keep a closer watch."
"Good. Thank you for the trouble."
Silas leaned back slightly, resting against his chair. He had nothing more to say and was ready to hear what news others might have.
After this, Justice Audrey shared her journey diving deep into the collective subconscious through "psychological suggestion."
Moon Emlyn used the Sanguine's history to refute the City of Silver's documented records that Sun had mentioned earlier, and the two argued about it for a while.
At this moment, The World Klein, who hadn't been very active throughout the entire meeting, spoke up.
"Do any of you know her?"
Through performing a double act with his main body, he materialized a photograph of a red-haired young woman and displayed it for everyone to see.
This was a bounty he'd heard about after arriving at the "City of Generosity," Bayam. Someone was offering 1,000 pounds to find this young woman named "Elaine."
He was mainly checking if The Hanged Man Alger and The Hermit Cattleya recognized her, since both had substantial knowledge of maritime news.
"Red-haired Elaine, with bloodline from the Intis Sauron family. A fallen noble lady."
The Hermit identified her clearly, then spoke steadily.
After a slight pause, she added, "She previously worked as a sea merchant, but supposedly was later captured by the 'Demoness of Despair'... that is, the current 'Admiral of Ailment,' Tracy."
Silas immediately raised his head.
Admiral of Ailment?
What a coincidence. I was just looking to cause her trouble!
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The Sonia Sea, Rorsted Archipelago.
This archipelago was located in the central part of the entire ocean, serving as a hub connecting various islands.
Countless ships passed through daily, and it was renowned for its abundant spice production and rich mineral resources.
Among them, Blue Mountain Island, where the capital Bayam was located, occupied over half the archipelago's total land area.
With fertile soil and high forest coverage, the first-generation colonists believed this was a gift from the gods and established a city on the island, naming it the "City of Generosity."
Through generation after generation of development, Bayam had become a city centered on multiple industries including agriculture and mining.
Every day, countless ships docked here, hauling away piles of spices, gold, silver, copper, iron, and coal to supply the development of Loen proper.
This island "generously" nourished the Kingdom of Loen.
Only, who knew what it was like for those native inhabitants? When they bent their backs digging in the plantations, when their thin, tender bodies sold smiles in the red mills, when they crawled like dogs through narrow mine tunnels until their last drop of blood and sweat was drained dry, could they also share in this "generosity"?
The Loenese naturally didn't care.
They were more interested in tasting the rare spices and fruits here and praising Bayam's beautiful scenery.
The natives didn't seem to care either. They were more concerned with how to survive tomorrow.
As for His Excellency the Governor of Bayam, he cared even less.
Compared to the life and death of those "savages," at this moment he was more concerned with how to make the two important figures from the Kingdom before him coexist peacefully.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen..."
The Governor of Rorsted Archipelago, George Negan, sweat beading on his slightly balding forehead, smiled apologetically. "How about we have a drink first?"
The long table was laden with sumptuous dishes.
Admiral Amyrius Rieveldt and Assistant Director of MI9 Qonas Kilgor faced each other coldly across the table.