Chapter 378 - Chapter 378: 358 (2/2)
The now over-fifty Darren saw it clearly: if he did not break through to the 5th Rank himself, his physical condition would continue to decline after his sixties, although his Spiritual Power would not be affected by aging.
In the past ten years, the greatest influence on the Fischer family was that the great Lord of the Lost had not provided any response!
No more Divine Oracles descended!
Lying weak and aged on her bed, Lilian often said that it was He who had eliminated the Tranquility Songster who attempted to destroy the world, and thus the great Lord of the Lost fell into a brief slumber after saving the world. He would soon awaken.
She also said that everyone should firmly believe in the great Lord of the Lost, for even though He might temporarily be asleep, He would still protect the fate of the Fischer family.
Darren clenched his fists, raised his head, and looked to the sky, murmuring to himself.
“Lord of the Lost, the destination of our souls…”
“Please awaken soon.”
Just then, two people walked in from outside the door.
One was a frail old man whose face resembled that of an owl, and the other, a silver-haired young girl.
Darren was immediately astonished. With various security measures and secret guards surrounding Fischer Manor, it was unbelievable that someone could appear before him unnoticed!
He noticed that the silver-haired girl seemed to be a half-orc, with some hair on her hands.
“Excuse me, is this Fischer Manor?”
The old man slowly began to speak, his voice deep yet filled with strength, as if he was someone who had survived countless tribulations.
Darren squinted his eyes and asked cautiously,
“Who are you?”
Were they Monarch powerful experts?
The silver-haired girl remained expressionless, like a delicate doll, while the old man gently nodded and spoke calmly, “Indeed, I should introduce myself first, my apologies for losing my manners.”
“I am from the Splitting Blade; most call me ‘Black Falcon’.”
Darren’s expression changed.
He had not heard of ‘Black Falcon’ but was familiar with the Splitting Blade, one of the lower-tier organizations in Claud World’s top secret organization, the Primordial Tree.
And the powerful Primordial Tree had always been secretly trying to manipulate the entire world, making each of its lower-tier organizations exceedingly dangerous.
The Splitting Blade originated from northwestern Ouden Continent. According to the intelligence he grasped via the “Black Tide,” half of the members of the Splitting Blade were Tuns People, likely having an official background from Tuns.
This was an organization adept at instigating wars; its true leader’s identity always remained undisclosed, and invariably, where they appeared, a country would soon erupt in war, causing countless deaths.
Darren immediately asked warily, “What are you here for?”
Black Falcon shook his head and smiled, saying, “Don’t act rashly, we mean no harm. We merely wish to cooperate with you.”
“Do you know what the third most powerful country is, apart from Lorne and the Seven Stars?”
Darren knew the answer deep down but still deliberately offered three possibilities, wanting to watch the other party’s reaction to each answer to gauge the old man’s stance.
“The Terell Church State of the Southern Continent? The Silvermoon City States of the western continent? The Thrums Dukedom?”
Black Falcon spoke calmly:
“The culture and economy of the Terell Church State are very backward; they even implement an explicit slavery system, having nothing worthwhile except for that ‘Child of the Sun God.'”
“The so-called Silvermoon City States are just a loose coalition, just over a dozen small forces, similar in strength to Dragon Bay, the Triangle City States, and your Eastern Four Kingdoms.”
“You clearly know, within the Ouden Continent, the third most powerful country is undoubtedly the northwestern Thrums Dukedom!”
He paused, his tone undisguisedly proud and his voice growing more resonant as he continued,
“That country filled with many half-orcs, where people are born fighters, growing up in icy and snow-covered conditions, who often became slaves but have now grown independent and strong, always possessing immense resilience.”
“And we, the Splitting Blade, are an organization born from the Thrums Dukedom, and one day, we will unsheath our blades to split the flesh and blood of the Lorne citizens and the people of the Seven Stars.”
Darren remained silent, saying nothing.
The old man paused for a moment before continuing,
“I know you have always been cooperating with the Lorne citizens, but whether it’s the Lorne citizens or the people of the Seven Stars, they both want to dominate the continent and will eventually become enemies of your Cyart people. Like us Tuns people, the Cyart people share common enemies and pressures.”
“When the laws of the gods completely fail and The Oath no longer holds any effect, Lorne and the Seven Stars will quickly devour the entire Ouden Continent!”
Abruptly, Darren respectfully asked, “Who exactly are you?”
The old man’s voice, devil-like, deep, magnetic, and seductive, his eyes’ pride unable to be hidden or needing to be hidden,
“As I said, I am Black Falcon, but as it happens, the current Emperor of Tuns is my pupil, so I indeed represent many thoughts of the Tuns people.”
“Let’s join forces, Cyart people!”