Chapter 235 - Chapter 235: Chapter 225: Romanns Successor (2/2)

However, he was not the last ally to arrive.

The final person to offer assistance was a powerful individual whom everyone could imagine showing up, yet some were still surprised by his arrival.

This man was Aldrich Romann, the “Dragon Taming Lord” of the Romann family.

Aldrich Romann was a man with black hair, dressed in a light blue tailcoat, appearing even younger than Byrne on first glance – but that was because, as a Monarch powerful expert, his actual age was already over fifty.

He moved with a calm and steady gait, as if each step was taken with firmness and confidence, his gaze profound and clear, revealing lucid thinking.

“Greetings, everyone, I am Aldrich Romann, a friend of Viscount Bast.”

“I came all the way to the East Coast specifically to assist Viscount Bast, to help the Lion clan, but also for the Romann family itself…”

Aldrich introduced himself, then smiled and began to make conversation with everyone present, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.

His speech radiated wisdom and maturity, unhurried and calm, with every sentence carrying a composed ease.

Byrne soon understood why Viscount Bast would support Aldrich becoming the new duke, as the contrast between Ariel and him was quite stark.

This was a highly seasoned and composed sage.

He suddenly noticed that Aldrich wore ten entirely different rings on his hands, each one emitting a special spiritual fluctuation.

Thus, Byrne quickly realized something.

All ten rings were Mysterious rare artifacts? And he could even feel that among the many rings, three were incredibly unique, as if they were powerful Forbidden rare artifacts!

The heir of the Romann family was indeed an extraordinary guy!

Byrne was utterly astonished; this was the first time he had seen such a display of opulence, carrying three Forbidden rare artifacts on one’s person, this fellow’s personal equipment exceeded that of a whole viscount family!

He immediately perceived the gap between the Fischer family and the truly top families; although the Romann family was a prominent entity even among the Ten Great Families, Byrne had not realized the distance between them was so vast.

“Thank goodness that prince did not fight to the death last time. If he had unleashed the full power of the Forbidden rare artifacts he was carrying, the outcome may not necessarily have been in our favor.”

Back then, the prince knew that one of the three had died, and that the remaining two would not be able to defend themselves even if they desperately managed to take down Fein.

The more powerful the Forbidden rare artifact, the greater the cost of unleashing it, and Prince Conrad certainly had reservations.

“It looks like the person I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived, so let’s go.”

Viscount Bast said with a smile, finally deciding to lead everyone away from Ahornblatt Manor to the place he had chosen for his breakthrough.

When they stepped outside, they suddenly found that it was snowing in the sky.

Everyone was stunned by the white snowflakes landing on the maple leaves, even though it was still late autumn, snow had unexpectedly begun to fall.

The silent world was caressed by a gentle breeze, the snowflakes fluttering down like a dream, the fiery red maple trees covered in white snow, with glittering icicles hanging from their tops like exquisite crystal ornaments.

Everything became quiet and peaceful under the blanket of snow, the noise gradually fading, and the whole world seemed wrapped in a silver veil, exuding an ethereal beauty.

The distant mountains, too, became more majestic against the backdrop of the snow, as if draped in silver attire.

“Why would it be snowing at this time of year?” Renzo couldn’t help but express his amazement.

Aldrich analyzed calmly, “This year’s snow is somewhat unusual, coming much earlier than before, perhaps there is some mystical factor at play.”

“A mystical factor?” Byrne murmured to himself.

“Never mind the snow, at least it’s of no use to us,” Viscount Bast spoke slowly.

“We’re leaving.”

Next, they finally learned where Viscount Bast intended to go.

He did not choose to make his breakthrough in his own manor but instead headed to a secluded valley far away, where something hidden was said to aid Viscount Bast’s breakthrough to the Monarch Level.

On the way to the valley, every snowflake around them danced and fluttered like an elf, adorning the world with a poetic beauty that brought a sense of calm and delight to everyone present.

Byrne suddenly saw a scene that had appeared in a prophecy before.

Viscount Bast took a breath of cold air and eagerly outlined the future prospects with outstretched hands.

“Byrne, do you know? In a little while, we will completely change the East Coast Province, and not only that, but your family and mine will go even further!”

“In not too many years, with the support of the Romann family, we will become the unchallenged ‘Iron Triangle’ in Cyart, hahahaha!”

He gazed at Byrne without continuing, but Byrne clearly understood Bast’s meaning.

This man had never forgotten the ideal he once spoke of—to become the new king of Cyart!

But was that really good for the Fischer family?

Byrne’s gaze grew complicated.