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?"
