Chapter 389 - Chapter 389: Chapter 369: Encircling Fischer (Part 1) (1/2)

Chapter 389: Chapter 369: Encircling Fischer (Part 1)

At this point, not only did Nasir City have a large barrier, but the Fischer family also employed vast financial and material resources to construct an enormous, yet smaller-scale National Defense Barrier across the entire East Coast.

It can be said that in the past ten years, half of the wealth amassed by the Fischer family was spent on the barrier that enveloped the entire East Coast Province.

Although the expenditure was considerable, Byrne always felt it was necessary. In this way, all Monarch Level Extraordinary Exponents, or large, coordinated military forces, would be detected as soon as they entered the East Coast Province.

Thus, the East Coast Province virtually became a “nation within a nation.”

However, even with such a barrier in place, there were exceptions, and to this day, Byrne could not understand how the “Winter Keystone” of Thrums, known as the Black Falcon, had silently arrived in Nasir City.

This person was the hidden mastermind behind the Dukedom of Thrums, harboring ambitions to dominate the world. With such capabilities, it wasn’t surprising.

“Darren, where have you been?”

In the town hall of Nasir City, inside a conference room, Byrne was discussing current affairs with some officials when he suddenly saw his son Darren.

He entered the room with an elderly man.

“Father, I recently learned some intelligence about a person who might be important to you, so I personally went to bring him back,” Darren said with a smile on his face.

Byrne frowned slightly, looking at the trembling, staggering old man.

His features were deeply carved by time, his sparse silvery hair scattered across his forehead, the gleam in his eyes no longer sharp and bright as in his youth, but instead soft and somewhat confused, occasionally mixed with subtle signs of tension and fear.

“Who is he…”

Byrne gazed at the old man and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity but wasn’t quite sure.

“Robert Taylor, Father,” Darren replied with a smile.

He coldly said, “The man who deceived our family decades ago. Later, the Taylor family moved to the Cyart Royal Capital, and in recent years they have been very frightened of us, constantly hiding. Sadly, the ‘Black Tide’ still found them.”

Byrne was stunned.

He is Robert?

It was indeed his old “good brother” Robert, the man who had betrayed him and, when the Fischer family was at its weakest, had stolen fifteen Gold Coins.

He stared at the old man, utterly unable to find that feeling of hatred.

Even though the memories were still vivid, the Byrne of now couldn’t empathize with his former self at that moment.

Robert’s eyes looked very confused as if dementia had silently crept upon him with age.

“Who are you? I, I don’t remember you, sorry, my lord, my memory is not good, why did you bring me here, my lord?”

“…”

Byrne fell into deep silence, although the other party had completely forgotten him, the “Profound Memory” within him deeply remembered who Robert Taylor was.

“The most foolish moment for a person is when they say, ‘But you promised me.’

He paused for a moment, continued staring at the old man, and said, “This statement of yours made a great impact on me, and I still remember it to this day.”

Although he no longer harbored hatred for Robert, thinking back over the past decades, Byrne’s heart was still filled with unresolved knots and lingering pain.

The memories of failures, losses, and self-doubts were like heavy chains that had always restrained his steps.

Whenever it was deep in the night or when facing challenges, these past incidents would surge like a tide, making Byrne feel suffocated and helpless.

“Robert…”

Byrne reached out and gently patted the old man’s shoulder, who trembled slightly, his confused eyes flashing an unmistakable fear.

“…”

Byrne noticed this, realizing that the old man was not truly demented but pretending.

Oh Robert, you are indeed crafty.

Should he kill him?

He pondered deeply.

In the eyes of outsiders, Byrne Fischer was a strong and steadfast man, always upright and confident, seemingly unshakeable no matter the storms he faced.

However, few truly knew that beneath this seemingly indestructible exterior lay a heart tirelessly wrestling with painful regrets from the past.

Fortunately, as time went on, he found the strength in his heart growing, gradually no longer troubled by past shadows, coming to terms with his inner self.

Byrne had realized that everyone makes mistakes, and everyone goes through failures and setbacks, and these experiences were crucial in shaping him.

Accepting his imperfections, treasuring every opportunity for growth and learning.

That was the real essence of the Path of Knowledge.

A smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he shook his head nonchalantly, saying: