Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

The terrifying explosion echoed throughout the manor and even reached the entire imperial capital, plunging this ancient city into an eerie silence.

At this moment, some of Russell's methods began to be implemented, and a kind of "gossip" began to spread among the people.

He is using public opinion to solidify his reputation as a "genius."

call!

The violent wind stirred up by the explosion swept everything, Russell opened his hands and smiled wildly and wantonly.

However, the strong wind behind him was too strong, and Russell could no longer pretend, so he quickly walked a few steps without leaving a trace and returned to the banquet site.

Many nobles turned pale, frightened by the power of the artillery.

"This kind of power?" Bethel took a look and commented objectively, "Probably a demigod-level lightning storm?"

Many of the Extraordinaries present had solemn expressions on their faces, and unconsciously placed themselves on the hill, imagining what would happen if they faced these artillery pieces.

Then most people were livid. With this kind of power, demigods and below could only run for their lives!

If you are not good at escaping, you are very likely to fall under this round of artillery fire.

More importantly, these artillery can be mass-produced. A few dozen can have such power, but what about a few hundred?

Everyone was aware of this problem, and then all eyes were focused on Russell, with enthusiasm and even fear.

"A new era has arrived." Russell reiterated again that Extraordinary people would not stand there stupidly and be bombarded by artillery shells, but there were things that could not be moved away, such as city walls and castles.

"He's in trouble." Truman watched the show happily.

"The royal family, the military, and even the major nobles will try to win over him, and he may be at a loss to advance or retreat." Bethel also knew about the recent secret fight between the royal family and the nobles.

Well, it should be said that the Abraham family was actually involved.

It is not for the throne. As long as the "Black Emperor" hangs on his head, no one can shake this thing, but the power and resource distribution of the empire can be fought for.

Even the demigods of several major duke families are pitiful. Most nobles care more about worldly power and interests.

And just as Bethel said, Russell is now surrounded by a large group of nobles.

Russell naturally accepted everyone who came and enjoyed the beautiful moments of life. The reverence and enthusiasm of those nobles made people feel more happy than the beautiful lady.

But things didn't seem to be what he thought.

When the royal family, great nobles, and the military came together, Russell suddenly felt like he was being sucked into the center of the storm.

He can maintain temporary stability, but these people do not allow an accident to exist on the outside.

"Ahem! Excuse me!" Russell was in a moment of pride now. He would not express his position on such a matter, so he went directly to Truman.

"Damn! I miscalculated! This seems to be a lot more complicated than I thought!" Russell was frightened as he escaped from the big bosses who were already at war with each other.

There are demigods among these people!

"You will have to face these people for the rest of the time." Truman reminded.

"Ah..." Russell's face wrinkled, with some resistance. Now he is still a researcher and scientist, not a politician, and he has a natural resistance to these things.

"Once these weapons of yours are mass-produced, you are already qualified to break the balance. Coupled with the 'Church of the God of Craftsman' behind you..." Truman's words ended here. Russell was also a very smart person, thinking of many.

"It's difficult!" Russell will inevitably be a little numb. With the "Church of the God of Artisans" on his back, he will be fine, but he will inevitably be subject to various restrictions.

"In the final analysis, the sequence is too low!" If he were a demigod, these people would not dare to force him like this.

"Then I have a commission." Truman suddenly said, "It can help you escape from the vortex of the power struggle in the imperial capital."

"What?" Russell asked subconsciously.

"Go to sea!" Truman smiled, "I want to go to sea, and I want to hire you as my captain to drive the new sailboat you invented."

"As for the reward, let's just use the characteristics of the 'Alchemist'."

Russell's eyes widened suddenly, and he almost shouted "Big dog owner".

Dream Castle is indeed as rich as any country. No, the entire world’s currency system was even formulated by others!

This also makes the wealth of people born in Dream Castle unimaginable.

With his status in the church, it is not difficult to obtain the Sequence 5 "Astronomist" trait, but it is too difficult for the "Alchemist" without the sacrifice of the church's senior leaders.

"Okay! Deal!" Russell didn't even hesitate.

"Do you know the reward is the difficulty of an 'Alchemist' task?" Truman asked.

"I know, but you're not going to die, right?" Russell couldn't tell the sequence where Truman was at at all, and couldn't even tell whether he was an Extraordinary or not.

But that didn't stop him from deciding that this was a big shot!

"Well...can I pay you in advance? I'll apply for the 'Astronomist' trait when I get back and get promoted as quickly as possible!"

"Okay, but I may be going to sea soon. You'd better recruit your team and build a good ship as soon as possible." Truman ate the last piece of beef and decided to go to sea.

At the end of the Fourth Age, the battlefield between Truman and the God of Death was mainly concentrated in the underworld, but the aftermath of the battle spread to the southern continent, so something called the violent sea was missing, and the shipping routes between the northern and southern continents were not interrupted.

"I will do it as soon as possible. In half a month at most, I will be able to prepare everything."

Russell will naturally take this commission seriously. The banquet is not over yet, but he is already planning to go to sea.

"Then I'll leave first." Truman and Bethel left the banquet together.

"Hey, when did that person show up?" Russell belatedly discovered that there was a person sitting next to him.

"But..." Russell intuitively felt that this man was stronger than all the demigods he had ever seen, even stronger than the mysterious Zaratul!

"Is it an angel?!" Russell couldn't help but wonder, "Is it the Duke of Dreams?"

"Stop!" Russell quickly ended the association. Don't think about everything. Get the "Alchemist" trait first!

"Teacher, can I follow?" Bethel asked Truman.

The family tradition of the Abraham family's love of traveling has been passed down from Bethel.

"Hmm...that's fine, multiple companions are fine." Truman nodded.

"Thank you, teacher!" Bethel smiled. This kind of trip would always remind him of the time when he followed his teacher to travel through the stars.

"We have to pass through several islands and go straight to the southern continent. Finally, we may go to the abyss."

Truman's trip to sea this time was not just a whim, it was related to a big plan before the end.