But everyone knew about the strength of the sailor on that ship.
Besides, risking offending a power for a nebulous treasure map, when the whereabouts of the treasure were unknown, appeared too costly a move.
Ivita carefully stored the treasure map, likewise placing the Bronze Prophetic Dagger he obtained from the Fire Sacrifice Square he passed by on the road.
The Prophecy Dagger prophesied that a thousand years later the spirit of Republic of the Ancient Civilization would revive, yet who knew if it had already revived or not.
It seemed the Republic spirit existed in different forms; some were like the guild-style Republic of Florcana, but apparently there was other versions of the Republic spirit.
He would research these in due course.
"My Lightning Curse is already quite proficient. If I could acquire a Source of Magic with lightning attributes, that'd be great," sighed Ivita.
At this moment, a skinhead man he didn't recognize, walked into the courtyard.
