I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 630: Chapter 355: I Hate Bad Guys the Most (Double-length Chapter)

At this moment, Scot’s transformation can only be described with one word—progressing by leaps and bounds.

After the Black Tide Secret Society resolved nearby threats and entered a period of peace, the rapid development of commerce naturally also spurred Scot’s advancement.

And the farmers, fishermen, artisans, and others in Scot, after an epic enhancement wave from the Black Tide Secret Society, saw their production capabilities greatly increase. Once they got affluent, they naturally further propelled the development of other industries.

These changes are particularly evident in the architectural transformations of Scot.

The original stone buildings have now transformed into more wooden houses, with quite exquisite craftsmanship, even carrying a hint of artistic flair.

The flow of people has changed from sparse to congested, bustling with activity and noise.

’If we don’t use extraordinary powers for production, it’s likely difficult for such an island world to achieve social progress...’

Rogel thought inwardly.

Taking it all in, he slowly walked into the flourishing city of Scot.

Looking at all the surrounding prosperity, he felt a sense of fulfillment like having successfully farmed.

Nice, very nice.

A moment later, Rogel withdrew his gaze and continued forward.

...

Inside Scot, at a combat arena.

As the material life of the civilians became abundant, their spiritual needs began to increase, and many people started desiring entertainment, naturally giving rise to venues of amusement.

But unlike ordinary fighting arenas, most fighters in this arena named "Extreme Land" are well-known adventurers. Occasionally, there are believers from the Black Tide Secret Society or students from the Black Tide Academy.

At this moment, two members of the adventurer guild were engaged in a fierce battle in the arena, without using any extraordinary abilities, only relying on their bodily strength and fighting techniques to attack each other.

They seemed to have some unspeakable conflict, with each move targeting vital areas.

However, this was clearly none of Rogel’s concern.

He walked straight to the viewing room on the stage and saw that burly man engrossed in his book.

"Hmm... A history about forging skill? How come you are interested in this?"

Rogel said curiously.

Startled by the voice, Yas didn’t expect someone could approach him unnoticed and caught him off guard.

But after turning to see who it was, he couldn’t help but laugh: "Rogel, you’re back?"

Rogel nodded with a smile, glancing down from the observation room.

"How come you’ve started managing the combat arena?"

Yas shook his head with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Miss Mira found this task for me..."

"I actually don’t like it."

He said, and it was obviously his true feelings.

Though he feels excitement and thrill in combat, it doesn’t bring him happiness.

If possible, Yas would rather trade his combat talent for cooking or forging skill.

...Of course, if it were before, it’s better not to trade. Without this talent, he and his sister might not have survived until now.

"Prepare yourself, it’s time to depart."

Rogel smiled at his words, patted his shoulder, and turned to leave.

"Keep an eye on those two little ones down there."

With those words left behind, his figure transformed into black mist and gradually dissipated.

Yas then noticed the situation below, slightly frowned, sighed, and leaped down from the observation room.

Landing in the combat arena, he directly stood between the two, using his chest and back to block their attacks.

Both combatants let out screams as if hitting solid steel.

"This fight is over."

...

Having found Yas, Rogel arrived at the Adventurer’s Guild.

The Adventurer’s Guild was now enormous, with many young people coming and going, some dressed extravagantly, some with a splendid appearance, quite reminiscent of fashion trends.

That wasn’t surprising.

After all, many of those who ventured out to sea were teenagers or young adults, who naturally exude more vitality.

Rogel took a glance up and his figure immediately blurred and disappeared.

"Hmm?" exclaimed a young man who had just stepped out the door, rubbing his eyes and muttering: "Strange..."

In the blink of an eye.

Rogel’s figure appeared in the top-level office of the Adventurer’s Guild.

At this moment, two young girls were sleeping soundly in front of the desk.

On the head of one of the girls lay a lazy little elf.

Seeing this, Rogel’s expression darkened.

With a slight sigh, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Pop.

The soft sound woke both girls and the lazy little elf instantly, their half-awakened minds somewhat sluggish, with expressions appearing slightly dazed.

"Miss Noemi, how does it feel sleeping in the Adventurer’s Guild office?"

Rogel crossed his arms, staring at the wolf-eared girl with a smile.

"Huh?"

Noemi was still somewhat confused.

While Anda and the lazy little elf reacted much faster.

"Ro... Archbishop Rogel..."

"A big meanie!"

The little elf’s eyes lit up, eagerly flying next to Rogel, excitedly hugging his face and giving him a peck.

"Big meanie, big meanie, Iya missed you so much!"

Upon hearing the little elf say this, Rogel felt quite happy initially.

"Iya hasn’t had your strawberry candied hawthorn, strawberry cake, blueberry cake, mango pudding, crispy cookies for ages..."

But upon hearing the next words from the lazy little elf, he was speechless.

"You little glutton, listing off foods to me? Shoo, shoo, go on!"

Rogel pushed her away with a finger, giving her a stern look.

Pushed aside, Iya instantly pouted unhappily, exclaiming, "Curse that big meanie! I don’t like you anymore!"

"I hate you the most! Big meanie! I curse you from now on to never taste anything, finding all you eat to be like chewing wood chips..."

A torrent of venomous curses was hurled at Rogel by Iya.

"Captain! You finally came back!"

"I missed you so much!"

At this moment, Noemi walked over with an expression of delight, seemingly ready to embrace Rogel.

But Rogel stopped her by pressing on her forehead.

"Don’t give me that, I know you still want to continue playing."

Rogel rolled his eyes.

"But you can’t play anymore, go back, prepare, and wait for me on the Gelin."

"By the way, where’s Mira?"

Saying this, he turned to glance at Anda next to him.

"Miss Mira is at the library reading."

Seeing Rogel’s gaze, Anda instinctively stood upright, feeling a bit anxious.

Rogel paused for a moment: "...Avoid playing with this idiot in the future."

"Also, please find Hudson and tell him to wait for me on the Gelin."

Anda earnestly nodded.

Once Rogel left, Noemi’s face instantly fell: "Darn, why did the captain come back so soon, I haven’t had enough fun yet..."

"Curse that big meanie! Best never coming back! Hmph!"

The little elf was still puffed up with anger.

...

Scott Grand Library.

This library, recently established, was not far from the Black Tide Academy, already filled with a collection of books.

Most of these books came from visiting merchant ships, which would always bring some insights or histories from other places when trading, while local scholars were constantly writing as well.

In one section of the library, black mist suddenly converged, and Rogel’s figure appeared.

Others were around, but they did not notice anything amiss.

It wasn’t that they were overly focused, but because Rogel, mastering the authority of mystery, could prevent anyone from noticing him if he chose, even if he was right in front of them.

Rogel walked a couple of steps, then stopped in front of a girl engrossed in her book.

Still, she showed no reaction.

Unlike the others, she was genuinely so focused that she did not notice Rogel’s arrival at all.

"...No need to read further, the ending is quite melodramatic; the knight guarding the princess was actually lovers with her twin brother who harmed the citizens and betrayed him."

Rogel said.

This was indeed the melodramatic story he had experienced in the cave space...

The reason there was such a book was because, thinking it shouldn’t just disgust him, he decided to write it and shelve it in the library...

Never thought Mira would find it so intriguing.