The black sun hangs high

Chapter 382 Outrageous
This wasn't the first time Mayer had heard the words "traitor" or "traitor" from these ancient beings.

In fact, Dawnblade has obtained similar intelligence and information more than once in its recent actions against Saint Steel and the Black Sun Society.

Like these ancient creations, the faithful followers who are putting their faith in the lost gods into action also use this term to refer to a particular person.

"Shug Ernst".

The name that was so familiar to him naturally came to mind.

He remembered hearing that peculiar name from the strange fish when the Dawn Society first captured the mutated giant parrotfish near the port stronghold of the Duchy of Burt.

At first, Mayer thought that the so-called traitors and betrayers they were talking about referred to all living beings on land. After all, from the very beginning, these ancient beings that originated from the vast ocean had never concealed their contempt and hostility towards living beings on land.

However, as he came into contact with these strange beings more and more often, Mayer gradually realized something.

Although they are hostile to all life on land, this hostility is based on extreme contempt and disdain. Only one person has been truly labeled a "traitor".

Mayer glanced at the sea creature representative who spoke on behalf of the ancient creator, then shifted his gaze to the burly figure covered in scales behind the glass wall. As a participant in the negotiations, Mayer did not directly answer the other party's question, but instead asked in return, "Last time? When is the last time you mean?"

Faced with Mayer's question, the burly humanoid showed no emotional reaction, while the sea creature representative, speaking on behalf of the ancient creation, said: "Our will and thought are an eternal whole; the demise of the vessel and the body represents the return of memories... In those memories that belong to the community, the community sees you standing with that traitor..."

Upon hearing this, Mayer raised his eyebrows slightly.

Combining the known information, he almost immediately understood the specific meaning the other party wanted to express.

The guesses made by the Vaan Magic Academy based on the information given by Hugh were basically correct. Within these ancient groups, there was clearly a very special law that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Meanwhile, Leger and other scholars did not miss this opportunity.

As Mayer began his conversation with the sea creature representative, the scholars immediately began recording and analyzing the messages given by the ancient creation. The mage hands hovering nearby were already working at full speed—they held magical ink pens, recording one important message after another into notebooks. Once they completed a stage of recording, apprentices would immediately rush over to transmit these latest messages and intelligence to the outside world.

Regardless of the outcome of this special meeting, these records by the scholars will provide extremely important reference value for the future research work of the Vain Magic Society.

The actions of Leger and the others were not kept secret from the strange humanoid behind the glass wall, and the humanoid seemed to have no objection to it. The controlled sea creature representative slowly turned his head, glanced at the scholars present, and then said something that surprised everyone.

“We know that you are trying to understand the way the ‘community’ exists, and the community is also observing you…”

The voice of the sea creature representative did not change much, but under the manipulation of the Color of Life, his words carried an extremely subtle tone: "The land today is not the same as it used to be... Even though those who walk on the land are still humble, the community is not willing to be your enemy."

As it spoke, the humanoid figure floating in the icy seawater slowly turned around and looked once again at Mayer, who had spoken to it earlier. The sea creature representative, acting as a "megaphone," then said at the opportune moment: "The black sun is approaching, and the gods of the community have not yet awakened... You alone will surely perish in the endless hunt."

For the first time, vivid emotions were revealed on that face covered in scales and bearing many inhuman features.

That was hatred, that was a threat.

Perhaps it was a test.

A vibrant life force shone through two cloudy eyes, and then a powerfully seductive statement reached everyone's ears: "Give that despicable traitor to the community, and the ocean will become an ally of the land."

Mayer's expression remained calm as he replied, "He is my friend and our reliable comrade-in-arms. He is a pure human being, born in the Highland Kingdom, and has only been alive for twenty years. How could he possibly commit such a so-called act of betrayal against your people?"

"...He is a treacherous manipulator of fate, the architect of countless conspiracies and plans... On him linger the ancient voice of betrayal, a trace originating from us gods, which cannot possibly be wrong."

Upon hearing this, everyone present finally understood who the "traitor" they were talking about was.

Although they had discussed Hugh Ernst's power and the secrets behind it in private on more than one occasion before, people's imaginations are ultimately limited. Even those who harbored the greatest malice towards him could only think that this young "legendary figure" was an important pawn cultivated by the Ernst family of the Kingdom of Walter, or that he might be an opportunist walking on the border between the Black Sun Society and the Legal Committee.

However, the ancient humanoid figure before them has, in just a few words, elevated the topic to a level that ordinary people simply cannot participate in.

Faced with this rather shocking topic, Mayer wasn't surprised for long. He quickly masked his astonishment and replied, "Forgive my frankness, but we simply cannot understand what you are saying right now..."

As he spoke, Mayer glanced at the scholars who were listening intently, and then added, "If you really want to convince us, why not tell us the 'truths' that we 'land dwellers' don't know?"

He then smiled and added, "After all, the 'traitor' you mentioned is risking his life for our survival, and we would never hand him over so easily."

……

Over the past period, Watchtower has undergone several transformations by the Black Sun Society.

Perhaps because the colossal dome from the Dark Abyss Palace had not truly taken effect in Watchtower City, the important members of other societies within the organization, who worshipped other gods, immediately showed great enthusiasm.

This situation has been frequently observed in the past. Although, fundamentally, members of the Black Sun Society share roughly similar goals and obey the Society's orders and commands, competition does exist under normal circumstances. "I am loyal to the Society, and I am loyal to God."

This is a very, very common mentality. Although members from different societies and with different beliefs will not kill each other due to the rules of the association and the relationship between them, they are still very willing to weaken each other's influence and try to recruit and absorb each other's members as long as the situation allows.

Today, Watchtower City is such a special stage.

From the moment Baron Fiorento and his henchmen stepped through the gates of Watchtower, he, like the other members of the Society, entered a state of complete devotion.

"Praise be to the Lord of Fire and Scales."

"Praise be to the Moon Eagle..."

He constantly recited the names of various deities that he had heard of or had heard of. Whenever possible, he would stop whenever he passed a shrine or sculpture with distinctive features or symbols, greet the members of the society who were waiting nearby, and, in their presence, bow or even prostrate himself before these ancient deities.

He showed the utmost respect, especially when passing by the rites and statues of the "huge hill".

To achieve this, Hugh didn't need to pretend at all. When he came to the familiar faces of the Society members, he completely unleashed a part of the memories and instincts that came from Baron Fiorento. Therefore, his performance was very natural. Even in front of those who were very familiar with the Baron, he could not reveal the slightest flaw.

To Hugh's surprise, near the headquarters of the "Giant Hill" Society, he saw members of the Sea God Society and even a brand-new shrine of the Sea God Carron.

However, these members of the Sea God Society from the Kingdom of Hein have shaped the ancient sea god they worship into a very special form.

Under the influence of magic, the sculpture seemed to have become some kind of extremely special living thing. When Hugh tried to look at it, he felt as if he were looking at a huge bubble that was constantly changing, and inside the bubble, he could see many dazzling colors flowing by rapidly.

That is the color of life.

Although somewhat faint, Hugh's clear perception told him that there was indeed a trace of life within this occult sculpture, and that its composition was extremely similar to the kind of substance he had encountered on the Windless.

"Praise be to Carron, the god of the sea! Praise be to the lord of the boundless ocean!"

Hughes, quite naturally, also paid his "respect" to the ancient sea god, an act that attracted the attention of some people.

"Oh my...it's you, my dear Baron?"

A woman with a voluptuous figure and dressed in extremely daring and revealing clothing approached Hugh. This was none other than the female member of the Sea God Society whom Hugh had seen during his first "attendance" of the Black Sun Society's gathering.

Now, based on Baron Fiorento's memories, Hugh has gained some new... well, understanding of the person before him.

Chiara is an important member of the "Wave Riders," a large ocean-going trading guild in the Kingdom of Hein. She is the second daughter of one of its core members and a very famous and popular socialite among the nobles of the Kingdom of Hein.

Of course, in addition to that, she also had some closer extra-relationships with Fiorlando.

Ms. Chiara was a veteran of the pleasure quarters, having seen all sorts of "playing games." But what truly left a deep impression on her were the sadistic tendencies of Baron Saint Steel. Therefore, based on this shared interest, the two naturally engaged in numerous extremely intimate "communications" and "exchanges." It could even be said that they reached a special relationship that transcended physical desire.

Even with his extensive literary background, Hughes couldn't immediately find the right words and phrases to describe it accurately.

Before Hugh could speak, Chiara stepped forward and grabbed Hugh's left arm tightly, pressing the crook of his arm between her chest and abdomen without any hesitation. This bold move, coupled with her revealing clothing, immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

"Ha, that's really rare. I remember begging you countless times before that you would also have faith in the Lord of the Boundless Ocean, just like me..."

Chiara's tone was full of resentment, but her pale purple eyes revealed a hint of amusement: "You weren't just pretending just now, were you? Hmm?"

Faced with this situation, Hugh decisively entrusted his physical actions to the extracted memories.

The next moment, the officers and soldiers of the "Sharp-Beaked Owl" who followed Hugh saw their baron twist his arm impatiently, and as he turned around, he raised his other hand and gently pushed the alluring Miss Chiara away.

However, those who were close by could see very clearly that with just these few simple actions, Baron Feorlando had already taken advantage of every opportunity he could. When he pushed Miss Chiara away, his fingers even lingered for two seconds!
"Tsk, this is absolutely outrageous!"

Even Xiuge himself couldn't help but give a corresponding evaluation in his mind.

His actions, which were in accordance with the Baron's memories, elicited a natural reaction. Chiara chuckled softly, stepped back, and raised one hand to quickly and gracefully readjust her clothes, which were showing signs of coming off. A suspicious blush appeared on her beautiful face.

"Hmph, you're as considerate as ever, Baron..."

She glanced around, her gaze slightly lowered, and then her clear voice, aided by magic, reached the Baron's ears: "It may sound a bit abrupt, but... darling, you seem much more alluring than before."

As she spoke, Chiara gave Fiorland a deep, probing look: "After the gathering, would you be interested in coming to the Academy to 'chat' with me?"

(End of this chapter)