At this moment, Hudson had no idea about the current state of the Five Great Seas.

...

"I didn’t expect it would consume so much power of Faith..."

Rogel muttered to himself in the room.

He still clearly remembered the matter of the Mad Wizard and Lina.

So, upon returning to Gelin, he began to use the power of Faith from Heisatan, intending to use it to investigate the truth.

However, contrary to his expectations, the cost of uncovering this matter was far beyond what his current amount of Faith power could bear.

Yet, this incidentally confirmed one of Rogel’s suspicions... this matter was of great importance!

Still, he had no clue at the moment...

Rogel sighed slightly in his heart.

Then, as if sensing something, he picked up the Black Tide Mark and closed his eyes.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, somewhat surprised.

"How did Hudson end up in Magrela?"

"Could he have ventured into the Penance Strait with the Fire Seed Ship back then?"

Rogel frowned.

After pondering for a while, he spent Faith power and began to understand Hudson’s experience using Heisatan’s power of Faith.

This time, the Faith power required wasn’t much, and Rogel could fully meet it.

And he quickly finished reviewing Hudson’s experience.

This left him feeling very surprised.

"There’s actually such a way out of the Five Great Seas."

Rogel clicked his tongue in wonder.

Thinking about it, he pondered for a moment and used Faith power again to infer the information he wanted.

It didn’t take long for him to get the result.

"A constantly moving entrance, huh... interesting."

Seeing the information result, Rogel couldn’t help but smile.

It seemed that after leaving the Five Great Seas, it wasn’t easy to return.

However, Rogel still had important matters to attend to now.

Even knowing the specific entrance, it would have to wait until after he finished his current business to head there.

...

Mire of Decay, on a large pirate ship.

After coming out of the room, Finmage stretched his slightly sore back.

He had been overworked lately.

Taking a cigar from a pirate’s hand.

Swish.

A nearby pirate, very understanding, struck a match to light his cigar.

As the secondhand smoke rose, Finmage’s face revealed a hint of melancholy under the swirling smoke.

He rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

Damn it.

He had gotten a magic potion recipe of the Deputy Tier from the Master of the Black Tide, which had made him ecstatic, and he had burned bridges by tossing the Black Tide Mark into the Mire of Decay.

But now he realized a very real and brutal problem.

Magic potion... how to concoct it?

He wasn’t an Alchemist, nor could he find one!

This left Finmage a bit numb.

At the time, he had been so excited, he forgot about this detail.

If he had known, he wouldn’t have discarded that Black Tide Mark!

Finmage felt a bit of regret, now having the urge to retrieve the Black Tide Mark.

Clearly, advancement was right in front of him, yet he was stuck right at this step.

It’s frustrating.

Nevertheless, Finmage still wanted to search for other means.

Unless absolutely necessary, he certainly wouldn’t go back to retrieve the Black Tide Mark.

Embarrassment was one aspect, but fear and wariness of the Master of the Black Tide were key.

In Finmage’s view, it was like asking a tiger for its skin.

Rather than deal with Him, it was better to seek out Alchemists in the Mire of Decay.

And his gaze naturally fell on... Laine Langduo City-States.

It’s said that within the city-states, the influence of the Laine Langdon Clan is vast, likely possessing an Alchemist capable of concocting magic potions...

Even though he very much disliked dealing with those damned families, Finmage had no choice.

"Hope everything goes smoothly..."

Finmage secretly thought to himself.

...

On Gelin.

After some time of sailing.

Rogel and others arrived at the first stop on their way to Rose Island.

Black Peanut Swamp.

To be honest, Rogel found the name of this place a bit odd.

But when he saw the vast planting of black-leafed plants in this settlement, he immediately understood the origin of the area’s name.

It seemed to be a plant similar to the Rocky Four Seasons Branch of Dragonbone Rock Land.

However, besides that, Rogel and others discovered an unusual phenomenon.

The people in Black Peanut Swamp seemed to be planning something.

Near the coastline of Black Peanut Swamp, a high platform of execution had been erected, with a prominent wooden sign hanging two sheep skulls.

"What are they doing?"

Mira felt curious.

Subsequently, with Rogel’s approval, she and Noemi set out to gather some information.

But after asking several locals, they still got no answers.

The people were very wary of them and didn’t answer their questions.

Not until they asked a young man who appeared elegantly dressed.

"Are you outsiders?"

"No wonder you don’t even know about the Dual Spirit Festival."

The young man shook his head arrogantly, intending to display his gentlemanly demeanor and intellectual elegance in front of the two beautiful ladies.

"Dual Spirit Festival? What’s that?"

Noemi asked with good grace.

Upon hearing this, the young man chuckled before explaining.

The Dual Spirit Festival is an ancient festival in the Black Peanut Swamp, with a long tradition.

Legend has it that a powerful and ancient yet brutal being—Dark Dual Spirits—once inhabited Black Peanut Swamp.

He had always lived here and protected the humans residing in this place.

However, such protection came at a cost.

The residents here must hold the Dual Spirit Festival every year on this day, offering three pairs of twins to the Dark Dual Spirits, usually humans, calves, and lambs.

Upon conducting the festival, the Dark Dual Spirits would continue to protect them from the atrocities and disturbances of monsters.

When the two informed Rogel of this news.

His expression turned somewhat peculiar.

What was the name of that monster in Journey to the West that ate boys and girls?

This "Dark Dual Spirits" indeed had some similarities to it.

"The festival is to be held tomorrow, and as outsiders, you’d better stay put in the town and not do anything out of the ordinary."

"We will be keeping an eye on you."

The young man came over and warned them before leaving.

"A pair of twins every year... truly a vicious man-eating monster. Captain, why don’t we..."

Noemi, unsatisfied upon hearing this, whispered to Rogel, gesturing a slicing motion across her throat.

"No rush."

Rogel, however, shook his head.

His steady gaze fell upon the core area of Black Peanut Swamp.

As an Angel-level being, Heisatan was out in the water.

And He had clearly sensed the abnormality existing on this land.

This Dark Dual Spirits’ origin was likely not as simple as that young man suggested...

"Let’s procure supplies first."

Rogel came back to himself and addressed everyone.

Regardless, their acquisition was necessary; the next destination was still a distance away.

Upon hearing Rogel’s reply, everyone couldn’t help but start pondering internally.

In their busyness.

Everyone soon welcomed the following day.

This day marked the commencement of the Dual Spirit Festival.

Above Black Peanut Swamp, it was bustling, with almost everyone having gathered at the harbor where the festival was held.

Two twins, two calves, and two lambs were also led to the festival stage.

And Rogel, at this moment, had all his attention focused on Heisatan.

He was watching this odd part of Black Peanut Swamp with Heisatan’s perception.

It was a strange source.

Although its manifested strength was not overwhelming, Rogel had a faint feeling...

This thing... can’t be killed!

[Mysticism·Peeping Secret has brought you some additional information.]

[Source of Dual Spirits, an ancient and mysterious existence, it hasn’t been worn down by time over the long years; there are always some incredible existences in the corners of this world.]

[It... cannot be destroyed.]