Chapter 234 - Chapter 234: Chapter 224 Bast Leone (1/2)

Chapter 234: Chapter 224 Bast Leone

A thousand years ago, the Ouden Continent was shrouded in darkness and chaos. At that time, every Extraordinary Exponent was a slave owner, and their battle groups fought each other wildly. City-states rose and fell, and almost all mortals were slaves.

It was not until a few hundred years ago that the Church re-established order, and only then did things take a turn for the better. Mortals, once akin to slaves, finally gained a meager and humble sense of dignity.

Because of the strict constraints imposed by the gods and the True Gods Church, the skirmishes among the nobles also became mild, and everyone understood that all souls would ultimately return to the gods. Violating the Church’s edicts and killing another Extraordinary noble in life, without any doubt, was irresponsible to one’s afterlife.

More than seventy years ago, it was an era when the Church and the gods silenced nations, and everything was still in order.

Even if many nobles waged war against each other, there were few real casualties among them. This low rate of noble fatalities was referred to as the mercy of the gods.

However, the commoners were not so lucky. Even among the gods, only the Lord of Salvation and the Silver Moon Lady cared for them. The other gods paid no heed to the existence of mortals.

At the time, the Lion clan was already a viscount family of the East Coast, one of the minor noble families that had migrated eastward following the Ten Great Families, and the original patriarch was a knight loyal to the Romann family.

Thanks to the grace of Duke Black Iron, he had gained enough resources to break through to high-level Transmutation. Of course, back then, it was still referred to as high-level Transmutation.

When the Cyart people migrated east to this place, they naturally encountered various conflicts with the locals, hence they adopted the most violent approach, slaughtering the East Coast Natives who did not worship the True Gods until they could no longer resist.

The external wars of that era’s nobility were intense, and after decades of killing and madness, all those who reached the Monarch Level of the East Coast perished.

Their civilization was completely destroyed, and their ancient heritages were entirely eradicated by the Cyart people.

The remaining East Coast Natives either took to the sea or hid in the jungles, fleeing for their lives.

The mother of Bast Leone was a woman from a knight clan who had married into the family. Plain in appearance, she was not an Extraordinary Exponent but a mortal with only low-level recessive bloodline powers.

The main wars of that age were about expelling the East Coast Natives and exterminating various mysterious creatures of the locale.

So, just like now, everyone greatly valued extraordinary power. Moreover, in that most feudal age, those without extraordinary power were inherently of extremely low status.

Even the offspring of nobles were no exception.

The old patriarch originally had a rather cold relationship with Bast’s mother, and even after the birth of Bast Leone, he showed little affection towards this son.

Even though he was the eldest son, he did not receive any special treatment.

Because Bast Leone was a mortal.

Since bloodline power was not detected at birth, Bast was always treated as a useless mortal within the family during his childhood. Just like his mortal brothers and sisters, he became a dependant to the family’s Extraordinary blood relatives.

Viscount Bast’s eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and his voice gradually turned chilly.

“Back then, I knew very well the beauty of power. All my brothers and sisters who had extraordinary power always got the best things. They could have whatever they wanted, and with just a casual command, we mortals had no choice but to obey.”

“We were not really family, or as the scholars might put, in reality, whether one has extraordinary power or not, we were already fundamentally different species, hah.”

Hearing this, Byrne frowned deeply, curious within, and finally couldn’t help but ask, “But you clearly have bloodline power. What exactly happened?”

“A Magic Potion error,” replied Viscount Bast.

“What?”

Byrne was stunned, finding it hard to believe, and after a pause, he continued, “Are you serious?”

Viscount Bast nodded earnestly, gazing into Byrne’s eyes and said calmly,

“Indeed, a Magic Potion error. Hah, you wouldn’t have thought, would you? The absurdity of the matter! That age was different from now. The Crystal Ball used to detect bloodline power was less reliable, with a high potential for detection error of several percentage points!”

Several percentage points.

After listening, Byrne fell into thought before asking again, “Then, didn’t you go through the test again? I know that nowadays, the heirs of families are tested more than once.”

“Yes! To avoid false results, every member of the Lion clan had a second chance to be tested!”

Bast nodded deeply, his lips involuntarily curling into a smile as he continued, “But I was that one-in-a-thousand unfortunate fellow!”

“Tested wrong twice!”

Byrne was astonished, never expecting the old man’s life to be so magical, with such incredible events occurring.

He even couldn’t help feeling that it was simply fate’s cruel jest.

“Hahahahaha!”

As he spoke, Viscount Bast took another swig of wine, holding back his laughter no longer, as his smile grew more fervent, until he even started to cry with laughter.

“It’s just too funny! A miserable decade and a half of my life, all because of a Magic Potion error! Hahaha! That’s fate, right?”

“Indeed, quite amusing.”

Byrne said lightly, shaking his head slightly. Looking into the old man’s eyes, he remarked, “Many a time, the truth of things is indeed absurd, a mere unfortunate coincidence capable of ruining so much.”