Oravi Island was located northwest of Toscarter Island, with a considerable distance between them.
It was originally a primitive island inhabited by numerous extraordinary creatures, with no human residents.
But as the Age of Sail arrived, due to its geographical advantages, this island gradually developed until today it had become a relatively prosperous city with multiple ports.
"I see Oravi Island!"
"Finally we can dock..."
Hearing the sailors' cheers outside, Darkwill's chubby face couldn't help but twitch, his eyes showing both joy and some unease.
Joy naturally came from safely reaching their destination and contacting the organization, while unease was because he'd brought along several extra guests.
The entire fleet entering the port would be too conspicuous, so Silas made some arrangements, leaving the necessary personnel to guard the sailors and ships while the others were free to go ashore.
They had just plundered a pirate ship, and everyone had received quite a bit of money, urgently hoping to spend it.
"Don't cause any trouble."
Silas planted a psychological suggestion in these sailors, then let them go.
He himself left the port with Anderson and Darkwill to find the School of Life's local contact, the bellman Carnot.
The island's St. Draco Church had a magnificent bell tower attached to it, boldly painted with three bright colors of red, yellow, and blue.
Under the island's intense sunlight, it looked very beautiful. The bellman Carnot lived in a cramped room below the bell tower.
"Knock, knock."
Darkwill glanced at Silas and the others, then nervously knocked on the door.
"Creak..."
The wooden door opened, and a tall, hunched middle-aged man walked out from behind it.
Hmm?
Silas secretly observed this person and suddenly felt something was off.
His appearance was very strange.
Although each facial feature looked normal individually, when combined they appeared extremely discordant.
This discord was also reflected in his limbs of varying lengths.
He also noticed the peculiarity at the soul level.
Unlike normal humans, this person's soul was scattered like his body, with each part flickering with different light, barely assembled together.
Like forcibly pieced together.
Silas thought.
The strange man behind the door didn't speak immediately but scrutinized the three of them.
"Are you the bellman Carnot?"
Darkwill asked cautiously. "I'm a student of Roy King. My name is Darkwill."
"Roy King mentioned you to me."
Only then did Carnot speak, nodding.
"Said you're a guy who talks annoyingly, but essentially not bad."
"Tch..."
Darkwill grimaced, seeming to want to retort.
But he quickly recalled what he needed to do and hurriedly spoke.
"Never mind that. I have extremely urgent business to see Councilor Ricciardo. Quickly take me to him!"
I must report that matter as soon as possible!
"Come into my room."
Carnot looked at him and said.
Darkwill froze, then raised his voice. "I said I have important business to see Councilor Ricciardo. Didn't you understand?"
At a time like this, why would I go into your shabby little room!
"That's why I said, come in. Councilor Ricciardo is already waiting inside."
Carnot answered calmly and stepped aside.
Silas looked into the room.
Only then did he notice there was another person inside.
This was an elderly man with graying hair, with no wrinkles on his face, wearing a black short jacket convenient for movement.
The old man sat in a round chair, his sturdy walking stick resting beside him.
"I am Ricciardo."
He chuckled, addressing everyone. "Please, come in, Darkwill, and you two as well."
I hadn't even noticed him before…
Silas felt a flicker of surprise.
The Shepherd characteristics had lost their effect on this elderly man; he hadn't sensed his characteristics or soul, just like when he had encountered the pregnant woman gestating the Snake of Mercury.
Moreover, he doesn't seem surprised at all by my and Anderson's visit...
Carnot had already cleared the way. The three entered the room, and the cramped space immediately became very crowded.
"The School of Life's councilor, Mr. Ricciardo, correct?"
Silas asked.
"That's me, Mr. Blood Reverend." The old man smiled and nodded, glancing up and down at Anderson.
"I've already received hints from the Speaker. This gentleman indeed has Ouroboros's aura on him."
As expected, he already knew of our arrival in advance.
Silas thought and gave Anderson a look.
"Councilor."
Anderson stepped forward, his eyes full of expectation.
Ricciardo carefully looked at him for a few seconds and smiled slightly:
"Give me a gold coin."
"Huh?" Anderson was somewhat baffled but still took out a Loen gold coin from his clothes and handed it over.
The latter took the gold coin and slowly closed his fingers until he gripped the entire coin.
Then he smiled:
"Alright, your bad luck has been removed."
"Huh?"
Anderson was somewhat stunned. He instinctively looked at Silas.
"It's indeed removed."
Silas glanced at him.
With his high spiritual perception, he observed Anderson and found that the peculiar aura that had originally surrounded him had disappeared.
Anderson had some trust in Silas, so seeing this, he smiled and asked:
"Thank you very much. What compensation do I need to provide?"
"We'll talk about that later."
Ricciardo said, then shifted his gaze to Darkwill, who had long been waiting anxiously.
"Councilor! My teacher Roy King..."
The fat apothecary finally had a chance to speak. He stepped forward and spoke urgently.
"Was captured. I already know."
Ricciardo said with a smile.
"And I also know he's being held in the Governor's Mansion in the City of Generosity, Bayam, for at least several weeks now."
Huh?
Darkwill froze, then recovered and continued. "That dice..."
"The dice was also taken and brought back to Bayam with Roy King, right?" Ricciardo continued. "I already know about this matter too."
Darkwill was dumbfounded.
"Then my arduous journey, coming here with such difficulty, was completely meaningless?"
He said stupidly.
If I'd known I didn't need to report intelligence at all, I would have just stayed holed up in my pharmacy and wouldn't have experienced so many dangers...
"Every choice made by fate carries its own meaning."
Ricciardo smiled with a hint of mystery. "You've had a long journey. Go and rest for now."
The still-dazed Darkwill was then guided away by the bellman, Carnot, to rest elsewhere.
Silas noticed Ricciardo's gaze settle on him and realized the old man likely had something to say to him, so he gestured for Anderson to step outside first.
Before long, only Silas and Ricciardo remained in the room.
"Sir, do you have any guidance for me?"
Silas asked.