Chapter 314: The Mining City of Undercurrents (2/2)

Therefore, the elven stones that once truly existed would disappear with the fall of the high elves’ civilization into the pages of history.

Even though the acolyte himself had read about that from ancient text, he would have thought that the elven stone was only a myth if he hadn’t found one in the old man’s heart.

“Leave me. I want some time to myself.” The old man said quietly. “You may ask my butler for your fee.”

The acolyte tried his best to keep his pleasure from showing-whenever the old feudal lord asked for him, his finances would be in the green for years—as he bowed respectfully and eagerly left.

There was silence in the room after the acolyte left, aside from the cracking sounds of the hearth in the room.

Lying in his bed after a long silence, the old man sighed lengthily.

He knew very well that the elven stone in his heart was not defective, but a real elven stone, and there was a simple reason why the energy within was fading.

He was Tyler Meredith, the same noble who had found the ores in Mount Meredith!

He had survived until now with the power of the elven stone, applying arts of disguising that he learnt to prevent suspicion, pretending as if the first Meredith had died from old age while maintaining the impression that there were new generations of Meredith.

But the power of the elven stone eventually proved limited, and he was now at death’s door.

To tell the truth, Tyler Meredith had lived long enough, and did not fear death as much as he thought he would.

Even so, there were still things he could not live with. Having gone through all walks of life even two hundred years, he knew what fools the present-day nobles were, and that Crookes would crumble after his death.

It would be no different if the imperial family took over since they were never going to move their capital here, and would merely send someone here to manage things. That person would have to pay taxes from time to time, but since everyone loves profit, they would attempt to carve out more earnings to themselves apart from the norm, and that eventually meant draining the peasants dry and the working the miners to death…

The young never appreciates the struggles of the old.

What Tyler cherished and spent a lifetime building would hence be squandered and ultimately destroyed at the hands of the other all in the name of a drip of gold.

With that in mind, how could Tyler Meredith die in peace?“Fortunately… there is still hope.”

The old man took out a compass from beneath his pillow. It was a divine item he asked from his god Grimund, and it had only one function: it points towards people with blood relations to Tyler himself.

In his lifetime, Tyler Meredith had given Crookes everything he had until it was set firmly on the right track and his worries were unneeded. Only then did he spare some though on himself and experienced the affection of a normal human, even gaining a daughter.

Sadly, his wife had died due to complications at labor, while his daughter, who lacked a young peer had eloped with a peasant in her teens.

Even though she had been captured and brought home by men Tyler hired, she had died from an illness in her melancholy, leaving Tyler beside himself in remorse.

It was only recently that Tyler received a revelation from Grimund and learnt that he had a relation who was very much alive-in her eloping, his daughter had birthed a bundle of joy, and she had deliberately allowed Tyler’s people to catch her so as to protect her husband and child.

That gave Tyler a new hope.

Whether it was a grandson or a granddaughter, he would bring them in, instruct them for over a year so that they could inherit his will and continue his just rule over Crookes!