I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 629: Chapter 355: I Really Hate Bad Guys

"Huff... huff..."

The man with the knife panted heavily, glaring fiercely at the Vic in front of him, "Why are you running?"

"Because you’re chasing me!"

Vic shrugged, feeling a bit annoyed, as he was also out of breath from exhaustion.

If this man had no ill intentions, he should have said so earlier. He charged with a knife, how was Vic supposed to know if he was friend or foe?

"...Maybe it’s because the magic potion went wrong and made you lose your mind, who knows."

The black cat next to him mocked suddenly, leaving Vic speechless.

"Huff..." The man with the knife exhaled deeply, puffing out a secondhand smoke, his furrowed brows loosening slightly, "Tell me, why is this rat chasing you relentlessly in the middle of the night?"

He threw the unconscious long-haired man at Vic’s feet.

He stared closely at Vic, seemingly not seeing him as a mere victim.

It was understandable, as there were quite a few rebels causing trouble in the shadows within the Balzato City-States, maybe there was some internal conflict.

"I suggest you tell the truth." The black cat reminded, "He can easily squash you, like your neighbor’s grandma cooking a stew."

What an absurd analogy...

Vic’s face darkened, but it wasn’t without reason. So after considering for a moment, he decided to tell the truth.

Of course, he discreetly omitted the part about resurrection, as that was something he definitely couldn’t mention.

As for the magic potion recipe given by the black cat, he framed it as something he stumbled upon at the academy by chance.

Although it was a bit far-fetched, Vic had no other choice. If he lied, he’d probably get chopped up.

"Oh? A student from the Balzato Academy?"

After listening to his words, the man with the knife looked at him with some surprise, the wariness in his eyes easing slightly, though he still didn’t fully believe him.

"Why didn’t you seek help from the Academy?"

Hearing this, Vic remained silent for a moment.

The black cat flicked onto a nearby box and said lazily and bizarrely, "...You know, I’ve never had a mom or dad since I was young, lacking a sense of security~"

Hearing this, Vic almost burst out laughing but managed to suppress it, a hint of gloom appeared on his face, followed by a bitter smile.

"...The Academy probably wouldn’t care about someone like me... I just want to survive..."

Upon hearing this, the man with the knife fell silent.

Vic’s demeanor seemed to evoke some emotion in him.

After a moment, he discarded the half-smoked cigar in his hand and spoke, "Come with me. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the Academy to verify your identity with your mentor."

With that, he turned around and picked up the unconscious long-haired man.

Hearing this, Vic let out a small sigh of relief.

The black cat, on the other hand, had somehow crawled onto the unconscious man’s back again, looking at Vic, "Do you want to silence this guy? Otherwise, your resurrection secret will be exposed..."

Upon hearing this, Vic frowned slightly.

Indeed, this guy was merely subdued, not dead.

And since he came to assassinate him, if interrogated, his secrets would definitely be revealed.

But...

Vic didn’t plan to take a risky approach; he just looked at the black cat, shaking his head slightly, indicating he didn’t intend to do that.

"Tsk, maybe you should take up charity." The black cat couldn’t help but mock once more.

Hearing this, Vic was just about to glare at it when the man with the knife suddenly turned his head slightly.

"My name is Ker, what’s yours?"

"I’m Vic, sir." Vic replied politely.

"Oh."

Hearing this, Ker responded simply and then lapsed into silence.

"...The Academy might indeed be untrustworthy, perhaps you could consider joining the Secret Society."

Ker said suddenly.

"Thank you, Mr. Ker, I’ll consider it."

Vic responded sincerely, but his words carried a sense of politeness and distance.

The Secret Society? He didn’t trust them either.

...

Sometime later.

Scot Island.

A merchant ship gradually docked at the port, the ship’s captain leaning on the railing, chatting enthusiastically with the man next to him.

Of course, the enthusiasm mainly came from him, as the other man would just occasionally nod and respond with a smile or throw out a question.

"...I’ve traveled far and wide over the years, though not omniscient, I’ve seen a lot. But I still have to say, the Black Tide Secret Society is truly a unique existence..."

"They don’t ban those witches... sorry, extraordinary individuals as they’re called here. In short, they don’t prohibit the existence of extraordinaries, which shocked me the most. Even a farmer can have magic potions, it’s absurd..."

"Luckily, the Black Tide Secret Society isn’t foolish; they don’t give those highly destructive potions to farmers either. Otherwise, if I came here for business, I’d probably need to hire more guards, haha..."

"Overall, this Black Tide Secret Society seems... hmm... very practical to me. After all, those magic potions indeed produce more food to fill more bellies..."

"...They’re doing it right."

After taking a deep puff of his cigar, the ship’s captain gave this assessment.

Rogel, hearing this, said nothing but just smiled.

"Thank you for the lift, Captain, more gold coins are beckoning to you."

Rogel smiled at the captain and walked down the gangway.

Hearing his words, the merchant ship captain laughed heartily, waving him goodbye.

Upon setting foot on Scot, Rogel once again observed, from the perspective of an ordinary outsider, the largest source island of the Power of Faith under his governance.