Chapter 278 - Chapter 278: Chapter 268: 3rd Rank "Prophet (2/2)
He had full faith in the abilities of the “Silver Poet,” but the outcome was puzzling. After five long years, the Words of Tranquility Order seemed to have completely vanished.
Apart from a few insignificant individuals they initially caught, they actually didn’t find anything. The True Gods Church over there also came up empty-handed.
Aldrich murmured to himself:
“It can be certain that within the Eight Great Families of Cyart, there definitely are members of the Words of Tranquility Order.”
“Just what is going on that their whereabouts could be concealed to this extent, and even my ‘Black Eyes’ haven’t been able to find any clues.”
He continued pacing, deeply pondering everything.
“Those people from Words of Tranquility seem to have disappeared into thin air, and the runes that should exist in various cities, outlined with specially made alchemical chalk, also can’t be found anew.”
“All things have vanished without a trace or clue, as if Words of Tranquility never existed.”
Aldrich sunk into deep thought and, after considering seriously, finally had a very bold yet utterly horrifying conjecture in the depths of his heart!
“Could it really be so?”
His gaze was extremely solemn, feeling in his heart that he must talk with Duke Black Iron.
“My lord.”
A member of the Black Eyes entered the study, reporting the latest news to Aldrich with utmost respect, kneeling on one knee.
The secret organization Black Eyes has been the Romann family’s intelligence organization for a century, initially founded by Duke Black Iron himself, and entrusted to Aldrich several decades ago.
“The black dragon has finally appeared. The traces of ‘Black Ash’ can now be fully confirmed. Lord Aldrich, do we need to notify the Fischer family?”
Aldrich nodded gently, saying calmly:
“Yes, go notify them. Also, remember the command I told you, for the time being, do not investigate the Fischer family.”
His expression solemn, he continued, “I have reviewed the events of the past few decades and vaguely feel that in the East Coast secrets, there probably lurks a Monarch powerful expert with extremely formidable strength.”
“He is likely secretly cultivating near Nasir Town, and has also reached some sort of agreement with the Fischer family, which is why the Fischer family could rise so rapidly in just a few decades.”
Last, Aldrich spoke gravely, “Unless absolutely necessary, we definitely shouldn’t disturb this hidden existence, or it will affect the relationship between the families.”
“Understood, my lord.”
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As the largest province of Cyart Kingdom, Glenborough Province comprises a total of seven cities.
The “Flaming Blood Proud Dragon” Castleton family controls two of these cities, more than a dozen towns, and also possesses a very fertile piece of land in Glenborough, eighty percent of which is plains that produce abundant crops.
It is Glenborough’s most crucial “grain storehouse,” whose produce accounts for one-fourth of the nation’s grain supply.
Rus City is one of the two cities under the control of the Castleton family.
It is not a city with very progressive reforms; the number of factories is modest, and the residents’ lifestyles still closely resemble those of the past.
In one of the city’s taverns, a drunken middle-aged man continued to drink while gambling away his money with a few of his “friends.”
“Hahaha! Continue, let’s go on!”
In the end, he lost all the money he had on him and bluntly stated he had no funds to pay his tab.
Then, the middle-aged drunkard was thrown out by the tavern owner.
The owner shouted angrily:
“Remember this, you bastard! If you want to come back, make sure to bring money to settle your debts!”
“Go to hell, hahahaha!”
The middle-aged drunkard staggered to his feet, turned around indifferently, and suddenly saw an old man in a black robe sneering at him.
It was an old man with yellow eyes, dressed in a black robe, whose pupils were snake-like and chilling to the bone.
“You are a thief, just now you stole many people’s money, only they don’t know it, right?”
The old man’s voice was extremely cold and devoid of any emotion, like some mechanical being, causing the middle-aged drunkard to shiver and nearly sober up.
He stared at the old man, asking with a chill in his voice, “What do you want? I don’t know you, if there’s nothing else, get lost!”
The robed old man burst into laughter, his eyes fixed on the middle-aged drunkard with a cold and detached expression, “I want to make a bet with you.”
A bet?
What is he trying to do?
The middle-aged drunkard shuddered, feeling as if he had fallen into a dark and icy abyss, instinctively filled with fear and resistance.
His voice sounded like that of a demon!
“If you win, I’ll give you a pound of gold but if…”
“You lose.”
“I will take away your most precious possession.”