I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 565 - 325: Gaze from the Starry Sky (Double-Length)

Quetidore felt like he had met a kindred spirit: "Exactly!"

"Study? Study my ass!"

After saying this, Quetidore and the Black Tide Believer beside him burst into laughter, resonating with each other.

Fernar glanced at them after jotting down his notes, unable to help but laugh: "Aren’t you afraid Teacher Tariq will hear you?"

He clearly understood the nature of the two guys before him.

Complaining was one thing, but actually skipping class was entirely different; their heads would shake more violently at the notion.

This was thanks to their teacher, Tariq.

Thus Fernar also took the opportunity to tease them.

However, these two were clearly feeling bold today, or perhaps thinking this secluded spot meant no one could overhear them, their expressions started to grow arrogant.

"Fernar, stop messing around, I already found out, Teacher Tariq has been dispatched to the Sphincter Region."

"You can’t scare me..."

Quetidore scoffed and waved dismissively.

The Black Tide Believer beside him continued to speak boastfully, uttering things like "studying is useless" and "not studying but still contributing to the Master of the Black Tide," drawing another bout of laughter from Quetidore, leaving the two in a joyous mood.

Fernar shrugged at their antics, continuing with his own notes.

His thoughts were different from theirs.

He discovered that the courses at Black Tide Academy for adult and underage learners had differences.

Their courses leaned more towards philosophy, with teachers often asking thought-provoking questions.

Fernar was quite interested in this.

As the two beside him were happily bragging, Fernar suddenly noticed their voices abruptly stop, and the view before him turned somewhat dark.

"...Archbishop Sharo, good afternoon."

Quetidore and his companion broke out in a cold sweat, forcing smiles.

They were really in for it, caught boasting.

And to be caught by Archbishop Sharo!

It’s over, over, over...

Thinking they’d be scolded, Sharo simply greeted them back with a good afternoon and focused her attention on Fernar.

"Fernar, come with me for a bit."

Hearing this, Quetidore and his companion instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

But as Sharo stood up, her flat voice fell into their ears.

"If I find your monthly evaluation scores are unqualified, go help Fosk."

"..."

Quetidore was instantly crestfallen upon hearing that.

Fosk mainly managed research in livestock breeding, trying to use Extraordinary Power to increase livestock production. His place always stank and was short of manpower; helping out simply meant shoveling manure...

...

Being summoned by Sharo, Fernar was somewhat puzzled but didn’t ask immediately, instead silently following her.

Sharo’s stature was now very tall, making Fernar next to her feel like a chick beside an eagle...

This made him a bit ashamed.

Yet Sharo soon led him into a secret prison beneath the church.

Then what he saw made Fernar’s brows furrow instantly, preventing him from thinking further.

Inside a cell, a large vat floated with a layer of black oily liquid.

This liquid seemed alive, constantly struggling to escape its confinement.

But the vat was clearly surrounded by an array, preventing it from leaving, making it continuously twist and wriggle.

"Use your ability to look at this thing."

Sharo directly instructed Fernar without wasting words.

Fernar nodded without hesitation, sighed, closed his eyes, and then reopened them.

Sharo watched him closely, power poised to respond to emergencies.

"Ah!!"

Suddenly, Fernar cried out in pain, clutching his eyes and involuntarily kneeling.

Sharo promptly acted, holding up the Black Tide Mark towards him, as the mysterious power enveloped him.

Puff!

A moment later, a finger-sized black oily substance was extracted from Fernar’s eye socket by the mysterious power, and directly tossed back into the vat.

Fernar felt much better, though tears still flowed, painfully.

"Are you alright?"

Sharo helped him up.

"I’m okay..." After a moment, Fernar shook his head, slowly opening eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

"Archbishop Sharo, I saw a mass of twisting entangled things..."

"They seemed like a ball of meat surrounded by countless insects..."

"I just glanced at them and they lunged at me, invading my eyes..."

"What...what are these things?"

He spoke with lingering fear.

Having listened to his account, Sharo pondered for a moment, then patted his shoulder: "Some secrets cannot be disclosed to you, else you would become tainted."

"Thank you for your efforts, return and rest well. If you feel any discomfort, come directly to me."

Upon hearing this, Fernar could only nod.

Before leaving, he hesitated, seemingly wanting to glance at the liquid again, but finally resisted the urge and left directly.

After his departure, Rogel’s voice sounded: "The boy still bears some contamination, have Doyle run an errand to cleanse it."

Sharo nodded.

Looking at the large vat sealing the black oily liquid, she appeared solemn.

This bizarre substance came with a meteorite three days ago, polluting vast sea areas, parasitizing fish, shrimp, and marine life, even turning a nearby village into barren land.

What’s frustrating is that it is immune to Extraordinary Power, only Tier aura can deter it...

"Organize manpower to clear the sea area near the meteorite without missing anything."

Rogel said gravely.

He vaguely sensed that this incident was closely tied to Uvie Muzhe’s Star Curse...

What’s most eerie is that they seemed to target the sea area of the Black Tide Secret Society.

Those beings in the starry sky seem to have set their sights on him...

...

On the boundless ocean.

A huge tower ship was sailing on the sea, surrounded by several fishing vessels.

The flag of this tower ship was marked with a conspicuous chef’s hat.

The Gourmet Ship.

Its name was quite renowned in the sea area near the Black Tide Secret Society, attracting many food lovers who regarded it as a culinary heaven.

"Urp~"

On the deck of the Gourmet Ship, Noemi lay on a chair, lazily burping.

Beside her, Iya and Anda were also well-fed and content.

"Noemi is so annoying, fighting with Iya for food, I hate you, humph!"

Little Elf was a bit upset, flying around Noemi, tugging fiercely at her fluffy ears.

Noemi flicked her ears, teasingly grabbed Iya, munching noisily, prompting Iya to shout.

She initially planned to go hunting but ended up bumping into Iya and Anda, joining them on the Gourmet Ship.

And I must say, the food here is indeed delicious.

"When are we leaving?"

Anda felt they had played for long enough.

However, Noemi shook her head at this: "No rush, we haven’t finished our business yet."

"Are we still playing? Isn’t that a bit irresponsible..."

Anda, though a foodie, was also a good child, feeling she shouldn’t indulge like this.

"It’s not about continuing to eat."

Noemi blinked, then stood up and stretched.

"The food on this Gourmet Ship tastes good, but the cooks aren’t here just to cook..."

"It’s the perfect chance to send them all to jail."

Noemi excitedly clenched her fist.

Hearing this, Anda was a bit surprised: "Huh? Noemi, you mean..."

"These insidious guys traveled far to gather intelligence, quite the effort on their part..."

Noemi let out a light hiss, twisting her hand, a bow and arrow slowly appearing in her hand...