Chapter 412 - Chapter 412: Chapter 392 Wedding and Meeting (2/2)

“White Beast” fell silent for a moment before suddenly asking:

“Then I would like to know first, what are the plans of the Fischer family for the future?”

“How vast is your ambition?”

Darren revealed a smile and then said loudly, “Hahaha, as for the specifics of future matters, those details, Your Excellency ‘White Beast,’ should discuss them with the head of our Fischer family, Christine. Actually, the only thing I know is one fact.”

“The Fischers will absolutely have their revenge! We will use the blood of the Adley Royal Family to commemorate the deceased!”

The old man suddenly raised his head, staring in astonishment at the man.

His heart was filled with an undying rage and endless sorrow, his eyes shimmering with an indomitable and resolute light, as if they could pierce through the curtain of the night and gaze directly down the distant road to vengeance.

Darren slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward, as if to catch a force coming from the sky, his low and firm voice echoing in the empty garden:

“In the name of Darren Fischer, I swear to the gods, I declare to the conspirators in the darkness—my vengeance will be like the unstoppable cold wind in winter, passing through thousands of mountains and rivers, until I utterly destroy the roots of sin!”

In his vow, every word was filled with infinite determination and sacrifice!

The gaze of “White Beast” instantly solidified, as if time stood still at that moment, those eyes that had seen years of vicissitudes, which were once as calm as deep pools, now surged with ripples.

Astonishment spread rapidly in his pupils, like a tranquil lake shattered by a boulder, stirring up layers of ripples.

“Are you going to completely eradicate the Adley Royal Family?”

Darren didn’t give a direct answer but mentioned another terrifying thing instead.

“In fact, everything.”

“Anyone who obstructs our revenge will be crushed to dust, there’s no longer such a thing as ‘neutrality’ anymore!”

“White Beast” furrowed his brows, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the right words to express his feelings.

The old man slowly bowed his head and closed his eyes, as if trying hard to digest this sudden shock.

When he opened his eyes again, they carried a complex mix of emotions, and he took a deep breath, as if to deeply imprint this shock in his heart.

“I understand.”

And on the day after the wedding ended,

Darren put on the alchemical mask with a concealment effect and left Fischer Manor alone to visit a coffee shop in Nasir City.

This was a coffee shop called “Curious Time,” with a hand-carved wooden sign hanging on the wooden door, the shop’s name written in an elegant font as if whispering an invitation for every passerby to stop.

Darren calmly pushed open the door, the fragrance of freshly roasted coffee beans mixed with the faint scent of flowers greeting him. The interior was decorated in warm wood tones, paired with soft lighting and comfortable sofa chairs.

A melodious piano piece flowed slowly through the coffee shop, the volume just right, not disturbing the thoughts of the customers.

In the coffee shop, he once again saw the not very familiar but impressively memorable old man.

He was sitting in a corner of the coffee shop, resembling an owl, a frail old man with a hooked nose, and beside him still sat the silver-haired girl with an expressionless face.

The old man was the leader of “Splitting Blade,” the teacher, and brain trust of the Emperor of Tuns, and could even be considered as a half-behind-the-scenes Black Falcon.

The moment Darren sat down, he heard the deep, magnetic voice of Black Falcon.

“The recent battle was truly eye-opening, and though I had already adjusted my assessment of you in my mind, I really did not expect… Fischer, that the power you possess would be so great!”

“Have you decided? The powerful Fischer family, do you wish to join hands with us Tuns People and overturn those two despicable empires that have devoured the flesh and blood of many small nations!”