Star Track Cult.
In the alchemy secret room, Tuck slowly withdrew his gaze, masterfully controlling the flames of the crafting process.
"Purify my blasphemy against the Dark Sun?"
The firelight reflected in Tuck's pupils.
The corners of Tuck's mouth gradually curved into a slight smile.
"Aren't they afraid that my blasphemy against the Dark Sun will intensify?"
He reflected on the many conversations he had with Taniru.
Tuck couldn't help but think to himself that it was indeed easier to get things done with insiders.
Not to mention anything else, just the fact that Tuck knew that the Dark Sun Saint Child was trying to advance to the Fifth Rank, and that the Saint Child's Four Knights had designs on the Ramore Lighthouse was already incredibly important information.
"They want to destroy Ramore Street to lure me out?"
"I fear... that Fourth-Rank Saint Knight might not be able to stir up any waves."
He had spent not a short amount of time on Ramore Street.
