Lord of Mysteries: The Cultivator - Chapter 8

To Quinn’s regret, the “Philosopher’s Stone” stirred up a discussion in the Tarot Club but yielded no further information.

“I’m very sorry, ‘Mr. Empress,’ we will keep an eye out for any related news for you.”

“Justice,” who had been taught some knowledge free of charge, apologized, and the other Tarot Club members who had also benefited from the information nodded in agreement.

‘Mr. Empress’ is so formidable, actually wanting to refine a legendary item like the ‘Philosopher’s Stone.’ He must be a very powerful Beyonder, right?

Sequence 6? Sequence 5? “Justice” wondered curiously in her heart.

If the effect of the ‘Philosopher’s Stone’ is consistent with ‘Empress’s’ description, then it must be an item of at least Sequence 5…

Perhaps even a demigod-level item. The ‘Empress’ who wants to refine it must be at least a Sequence 5 powerhouse. Alas…

Alger felt that his advancement speed had surpassed more than half of all Beyonders.

But the sudden appearance of this Mid-Sequence powerhouse still gave him a strong sense of urgency.

Ah… Quinn shook off his internal disappointment and continued to ask, “Then, please also help me keep an eye out for any news about the ‘Bl00d Crown.’ If there is any, please notify me, and I will pay an equivalent amount of materials or money.”

After everyone nodded in acknowledgment, “The Fool” at the head seat lightly tapped the tabletop and said, “Then, this is all for today’s Tarot Club.”

The boundless, illusory gray fog dissipated. With a flicker of consciousness, Quinn’s eyes returned to the reality of the underground chamber.

“…” He looked down.

He found that the small grass he had spontaneously grown in his hand had been unconsciously clenched for a long time. He instinctively let go.

The mimosa’s leaves huddled and closed, but even though the stem was bent, it stood firm.

Quinn sighed deeply, waved his hand to summon a large mass of soil, wrapped himself and his luggage in it, and rushed towards the Church of Harvest instead of the port.

The Church of Harvest on Rose Street, Backlund, the capital of the Loen Kingdom…

As soon as Emlyn White came down from the gray fog, he looked around, found Father Utravsky, whose strong physique tightly filled out his bishop’s robe, and eagerly asked him, “Father, are there any other people from your…”

The priest, who had been praying quietly with his head lowered, glanced at him indifferently.

“…your Mother Earth Goddess Church within the Loen Kingdom?”

Father Utravsky was stunned for a moment. He looked at Emlyn in surprise and said, “In fact, in the coastal area of the Sonia Sea, there is another bishop who is proclaiming the faith of the Mother Goddess.”

“Where did you hear this news?”

Emlyn raised his chin and said, “This is my special capability.”

Father Utravsky looked at him but said nothing. Suddenly, he raised his head without warning and looked towards the wide-open door of the Church of Harvest.

Whoosh! An illusory deer bounded in. The patterns on its body were ancient yet natural, and a pair of antlers, complex like the roots of an ancient tree, were rooted on its head. With every jump, fresh small grass sprouted in the places it passed. The intertwining ivy on the church walls seemed to tremble with joy.

The damp, impure air unique to Backlund inside the church seemed to be dispelled by the fragrance of mountain flowers and plants.

However, the passing believers could not see this miraculously extraordinary little deer.

The small deer was carrying a white letter in its mouth and shook its head to signal Father Utravsky to take it. Father Utravsky took the letter from its mouth. The small deer then gracefully flicked its body, leaped into the air, and vanished without a trace.

“What was that just now…” Emlyn White suppressed the surprise in his heart and quietly asked the Father.

“That was what I mentioned just now, a Spirit of Nature driven by the bishop I spoke of. You could also call it a messenger.”

Father Utravsky answered Emlyn while carefully unfolding the envelope.

A messenger? I thought they were all like creatures from the Spirit World, looking either bizarre or horrifying. I didn’t expect this bishop’s messenger to be so… beautiful. Emlyn muttered to himself.

At this moment, Utravsky opened the envelope, avoided Emlyn and the congregation, and slowly read it in a corner: “Brother Ski, face to face with this letter:

I want to advance, but I don’t have the materials, so I plan to take on a mission to exterminate the Rose School. They should have the Beyonder materials for my Sequence, and I can also accumulate contribution. The nearest Rose School base is at Attia-Dudley Port in the Southern Continent. We can meet at the hotel there. Coming? Your friend, Quinn Free…”

“…” The content of the letter was brief, but it made Bishop Utravsky’s mouth twitch involuntarily. Before long, he walked into the basement of the Church of Harvest.

A short while later, Emlyn saw Bishop Utravsky walk out carrying a huge, heavy box. The box was about 1.8 meters long and as wide as a door panel.

Then he heard the priest say to him with a calm expression, “From today onwards, you are in charge of the church’s affairs. You are the acting bishop. Of course, you can choose to leave, but remember to inform the believers…”

Huh? What? Emlyn White could hardly believe his ears: “Father, what do you mean?”

The priest continued, his expression unchanged, “I have to go out on an errand.”

Emlyn was surprised to see a hint of solemnity appear on the priest’s normally calm face. He looked at the eye-catching box in the priest’s hand again, hesitated, and said, “Be careful on the road…”

A smile appeared on the priest’s face. He made the prayer gesture of the Mother Earth Goddess Church: “May the Mother Goddess bless us.”

Then, he walked out the door. Emlyn White stared at his back, bit his lip, picked up the Book of Life, and walked to the bishop’s position.

Bikini Beach on the coast of the Sonia Sea.

“If you die outside, I’ll pull out everything you’ve planted in the backyard!” Snow shouted loudly from the shadows beneath the church.

Quinn smiled and waved his hand behind his back, indicating that he understood.

He held a long pole wrapped in white cloth in his right hand, with a patched cloth bag hanging on the pole. He had changed out of his pure white Mother Earth Goddess Bishop’s robe and put on a black long trench coat. Looking like a mismatched tramp, he walked towards the port.

“Huh?” Old Bob, wearing his tattered military uniform, blocked his path. Quinn was stunned for a moment and smiled at him:

“It’s just a long trip. I won’t even run into a demigod. Why are you all so nervous…”

“Lies are forbidden here…”

“Actually, I was lying just now. I haven’t been in many fights, and I have absolutely no confidence in this trip. If it weren’t to advance to a demigod, I wouldn’t go!”

“Alas…” After hearing Quinn’s truth, a helpless look appeared on Old Bob’s face, mixed with wrinkles and scars.

“Take this…” Old Bob stuffed a palm-sized charm with ancient and sacred patterns into Quinn’s panicked hand.

“Say ‘take off’ in ancient Hermes, and it will carry you away.”

Quinn was slightly stunned. He looked at the charm in his hand, then at Old Bob.

He flashed Old Bob a sincere, grateful smile: “That’s very nice of you, Brother. Next time, I won’t mix water into your potion of life!”

Huh? A big question mark appeared in Old Bob’s mind, and then he realized: “You son of a bitc—”

“Bye-bye…” Quinn’s figure sank into the earth and he darted towards the port in a flash.