I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 511 - 301: Lantern of Fate, Kizi Arrives (Double-Length)

"Since Argongos is dead, will that part of its malevolent nature disappear too?"

"It’s that boy called Aitar."

After calming down a bit, Rogel asked again.

Originally, he thought that Doyle, who possessed a large amount of Argongos’s memories, would know this matter better.

But Doyle frowned, then shook his head, "Maybe, after all, in the end, they are one."

Doyle also wasn’t too sure as Argongos’s memories regarding this were somewhat vague.

This made Rogel sigh slightly.

...

"...Hoo!"

On a very dilapidated pirate ship in the sea.

In the captain’s cabin, a young man, hair disheveled and body covered in filth, woke up abruptly from a dream holding a butcher’s knife.

However, upon waking up, he couldn’t help but frown, a look of confusion in his eyes.

...

An unknown sea area.

A ship docked at the port.

The ship looked quite strange, its hull covered with barnacles, seaweed, and barnacles, appearing like a sunken ship just dredged from the deep sea.

Several humanoid creatures with tentacle chins, after lowering anchors and making docking preparations, stood trembling aside.

Then, a young human slowly disembarked from the ship.

He was Aitar.

Yet he wasn’t purely Aitar.

Or perhaps it was more accurate to call him Argongos.

He looked at his hands and body, shook his head slightly, not knowing what he thought, then walked toward the island.

Before long, Argongos was sitting in a restaurant, eating roast chicken.

As he ate, he became somewhat lost in thought, muttering to himself.

"That boy Doyle, he must be secretly shedding tears because of me now..."

As he spoke, he shrugged, looking at his own hands with a sense of melancholy.

"Captain Rogel, you’re truly not easy to deceive..."

"Forget it, it’s all karma."

As he muttered to this point, Argongos seemed to remember something else, tasting the delicious food while shaking his head and chuckling softly, evaluating himself.

"The malevolence of his nature, running around like a kind-hearted person for cherished feelings seeking revenge..."

"The benevolence of his nature killed his only friend..."

"In the end, due to ’truth,’ lost all that was gained due to ’lies’..."

"The life hanging by a thread, was also given by the two of them..."

"Fate’s lantern... is this your arrangement for me, tsk..."

After a sigh, Argongos slowly stood up, looking at the roasted chicken before him, finding it utterly tasteless.

After a moment, he put down the knife and fork in his hand and left the restaurant.

"Heh, yet another successful deception... Argongos..."

This time, he had deceived a demigod and a special being.

Yet his voice carried a hint of self-mockery...

"From now on, just call me Aitar..."

Aitar rubbed his face and left in the silence.

With a body born of lies, destined to be accompanied by loneliness...

...

"You want to join the Black Tide Secret Society?"

Rogel looked at him with some surprise.

Seeing this, Doyle nodded, "Yes, I think, with my current ability, I should be able to be of some use."

Rogel listened and was silent for a moment.

Doyle’s words were more than humble to say the least.

A demigod-level being, even if holding just the rank, was still a demigod.

What Doyle lacked were the methods of a demigod, but with his abilities, when facing enemies below the demigod level, he practically had no rivals.

With such combat power, let alone joining the Black Tide Secret Society, he could easily establish a church on his own.

"Argongos’s arrangement?"

Rogel looked at him and asked.

"Yes..." Doyle smiled bitterly, Argongos had even considered his path after resurrection while looking for people.

"...Alright then."

Given such strong combat capacity at the doorstep, why not accept it.

Yet Rogel remained somewhat hesitant, but his hesitation wasn’t about this, rather...

"Honestly, your face just looks off to me..."

Rogel candidly remarked.

Doyle: "..."

Although he knew that Argongos and Doyle were entirely different entities, one human and one insect.

But Doyle’s face was just so enigmatic, yet Argongos had done quite a bit of harm using that face.

So every time Rogel saw Doyle, he felt a bit strange.

"Alright, since it’s settled, we should get going too."

"But before that, you might want to take a trip to Rose Island."

Rogel exhaled.

Doyle’s matter was settled.

He had gained quite some in this journey.

A half-baked demigod’s support, and the [Trading Authority Guide].

Rogel glanced at the information of this item.

As something that appeared with the fragmented [Judgment Balance], its function was not to be underestimated.

It could let someone access the authority of [Trading].

And after brief consideration, Rogel handed it over to Heisatan for safekeeping.

Perhaps someday he would need to use this item.

Truth be told, the most important thing in this journey was solving a knot in Rogel’s heart.

Actually, calling it a heart’s knot wasn’t entirely accurate.

To him, while things like contracts could no longer threaten him.

But Doyle’s matter was like a long-running task line for him.

It wouldn’t rush you, but it’s just hanging there.

Now, this "long task" was finally completed by Rogel.

He felt a long sigh of relief in his heart.

Yet besides that, his heart also held onto a bit more weight.