I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 536 - 312: Curse and Demon (Double-Length)

Before heading to the Giant Tree Island, Rogel had a few matters to attend to.

The first was to check on the condition of Fernar’s good brother, Quetidore.

His problem wasn’t significant, and Rogel quickly used his power to forcibly expel the pollution from his body.

The pollution in the liquor of the City of Harvest seemed to numb the mind, making people ignorant and dull.

Could it be that the grain produced in the City of Harvest is all like this?

Was it the consequence of the Meteaga Goddess of the City of Harvest touching some unknown source?

Rogel pondered.

It seems it might be best not to let the grain from the City of Harvest circulate under the Black Tide Secret Society to avoid future troubles.

After all, according to what Fernar saw, the civilians of the City of Harvest might very well have become foolish from eating this grain.

After resolving the situation here, Rogel found an old acquaintance, Hudson.

"Your injury hasn’t healed yet?"

Rogel looked at him and said.

His insight was extremely powerful, and he could see Hudson’s state at a glance, appearing quite weak.

Hudson heard this and silently shook his head.

Rogel squinted his eyes and, after a moment, discovered the reason: "Is it because of the extraordinary bloodline of the Blood Race?"

Hudson no longer had physical injuries, but he was still weak. This weakness and fatigue were not just physical; even his spirit and extraordinary power were waning.

"Rogel... do you... have a way to remove the vampire bloodline from me?"

After some silence, Hudson finally opened his mouth to ask for help.

During his time with the Black Tide Secret Society, he had also been quietly searching for information related to the Blood Race, trying to find a method to remove the vampire’s extraordinary bloodline.

Unfortunately, he found nothing.

Rogel didn’t respond to his question but gestured for him to extend his hand.

Hudson extended his hand without hesitation.

Rogel made a cut with his finger, opening a small wound on Hudson’s finger, from which a drop of blood flowed out.

Hudson didn’t react much, just watching quietly.

Rogel focused his spirit on this drop of blood.

After a moment, he frowned slightly, looking at Hudson with a somewhat strange expression.

"What’s wrong?" Seeing Rogel’s gaze, Hudson also furrowed his brow in confusion.

Rogel shook his head and informed him of the current situation: "The bloodline of the Blood Race has perfectly integrated with the extraordinary bloodline in your body, forming a new system."

"This is good news, meaning you are on a completely different path."

"At the same time, it’s bad news. I do have the ability to eradicate your extraordinary bloodline, but the price would be that you would completely lose your extraordinary power and your body would become extremely weak in the future."

In simple terms, Hudson’s situation was a mutation.

Although exorcists are professions spawned by magic potions, their essence is just the use of the power of extraordinary bloodlines. After Hudson underwent the Blood Embrace, the two bloodlines fused, forming a new extraordinary bloodline.

"So, is it because you didn’t consume blood that you became so weak?"

After observing the situation, Rogel understood the reason for Hudson’s weakness.

Hudson took a long time before finally saying, "I won’t harm innocent people."

Seeing this, Rogel couldn’t help but chuckle: "Why don’t you just buy it with money?"

Hudson was stunned by these words.

Rogel saw this and knew that this guy was overthinking things and hadn’t considered this.

"Doesn’t the Secret Society have tasks and bounties? You can make money by doing jobs, then use the money to exchange blood with others, how big of a deal is that? If they don’t want to, can’t you offer more?"

"Besides... vampires don’t necessarily have to drink human blood, do they?"

Rogel inquired.

Hudson remained silent, unable to answer Rogel’s questions because he hadn’t really thought about them.

Moreover, as time went on, his body became increasingly weak, and his spirit more fatigued, leaving him even less willing to consider these things.

"You, the exorcist, are kind-hearted, but not very clever."

Rogel said, summoning a Black Tide Knight and giving a couple of instructions.

Shortly after, the knight came in with a large basin of steaming blood.

Upon seeing this, Hudson’s pupils involuntarily turned red, eyes filled with an intense yearning.

But he held back, furrowing his brow: "This is..."

"Pig’s blood."

Blood-awareness, Hudson then took it and began to gulp it down.

After drinking a whole basin of pig’s blood, he wiped away the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, visibly improving his condition.

But his complexion turned somewhat green.

The reason was clear: the pig’s blood was just too rank and stenchy.

Curiously, a part of his body instinctively craved blood intensely, but another part instinctively rejected it.

When combined, it created a sensation—really wanting to drink it, but feeling very uncomfortable after drinking.

"Do you want more?" Rogel asked.

Hudson waved his hand, signaling it wasn’t necessary.

Although it didn’t taste good, after drinking this basin of pig’s blood, he could feel his weakened bodily functions gradually recovering.

"What do you plan to do next?"

"Perhaps you could stay at the Black Tide Secret Society."

Rogel suggested. Although Hudson wasn’t particularly strong, he was, at least, a professional exorcist, and should have no problem handling some minor matters within the Black Tide Secret Society.

"I’m going to the Blood Sea."

Hudson shook his head firmly.

Rogel knew why he wanted to go to the Blood Sea. They had discussed this issue during their last meeting.