Chapter 230 - Chapter 230: Chapter 220 Royal Family Rewards (2/2)
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Chris nodded slightly, pulling out a tattered piece of paper, the results of his investigation.
After reading the investigation’s findings, Byrne became even more silent, his head heavy with a stupor, and a massive tumult like never before rose within the depths of his heart!
“So it was really you, the mockery of fate…”
He clenched his fist tightly, his father’s hatred must be avenged!
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The Rhea army that had been staying in the town had already withdrawn, but before they could leave Cyart’s borders, they encountered the patriarch of the “Flaming Blood” Castleton family, who had come to intercept them.
Without a Monarch powerful expert to plunder their formation, the entire army had no means to counterattack and ultimately suffered a disastrous defeat, scattering in retreat with heavy casualties.
The Fischer family returned to Nasir Town, only to witness a scene of great ruin.
Although the townspeople had already been evacuated and were unharmed, with only some nearby villagers who had tried to plunder during the chaos being killed by the Rhea, the schools and factories in Nasir Town had been set ablaze by the Rhea, resulting in severe losses.
“Actually, I heard that before they left, they intended to burn down the entire town. We were lucky a heavy rain came and prevented greater losses,” Theo said calmly.
Byrne stood in front of the destroyed school, his heart bleeding continuously; it was all the work of his life, built piece by piece by the Fischer family over decades.
Seeing the efforts of decades destroyed, he sighed deeply and eventually turned to the people beside him to speak softly,
“However, all can still be regained, as long as the people are still here.”
Yes.
Both the Fischer family and the Nasir citizens were still here; there was still hope for everything.
His eyes hardened, and he said definitively, “When the war is won, the Rhea will surely cough up their blood and return everything to us!”
A few days later, the Fischer family received an important guest in the parlor.
It was an envoy from the Cyart King.
The Royal reward from the Cyart King had finally arrived, and all military achievements in the war would be duly rewarded, a critical incentive for the whole nation to actively partake in the conflict.
The Fischer family had performed magnificently in the defense of Fein, undoubtedly earning themselves considerable resources. Not only was the outstanding payment for military supplies settled, but the Cyart King also personally contributed funds for the rebuilding of the Fischer family’s factory. In the end, he even offered a considerable, interest-free loan to the Fischer family.
Byrne was well aware of why the Cyart King had suddenly become so generous; losing the logistical factories was also a loss for the whole nation, especially at such a crucial moment of war – the King naturally needed to support the Fischer family as providers of logistics.
“Hmm, in addition, the Cyart King is granting you a piece of territory,”
said the Royal envoy, who conveyed the message with all due courtesy, continuing his address calmly.
“Territory?”
The mention of territory immediately sparked interest among those present, but their expressions soon turned queer.
It turned out that the Rhea king had long decided to cede a large tract of land to the Cyart people, almost the size of half a Rhea province, which was also one of the main reasons many Rhea nobles were angry with the Rhea king.
The piece of land that the Cyart King was granting to the Fischer family was a village that wasn’t very large.
But that wasn’t the most serious problem.
The biggest issue was that the village lay within Rhea territory, right at the frontline where conflict raged repeatedly, and it was even close to the village where Darren had been captured, having already been plundered several times by both armies.
Once the Royal envoy had left, everyone exchanged glances, and Archibald could not help saying,
“That dilapidated village, do we really need to send someone to manage it? There’s probably hardly anyone left there, right? And it could be recaptured by the Rhea at any time, couldn’t it? Or what if some Rhea Monarch powerful expert happens to pass by and just…”
Byrne shook his head gently, saying indifferently, “Think of it as a piece of cake.”
“We don’t have to worry about it until the war is over. In any case, first, we should rebuild the school and factory with the Cyart King’s money and interest-free loan. Our Fischer Manor was also severely damaged, and many things need to be rebuilt,”
he remarked, surveying the rebuilding efforts around Nasir Town, speaking quietly,
“Both sides have been fighting for years, filled with exhaustion. I suspect the war will soon come to a temporary halt unless the newly joined Carnians pour in greater resources.”
Archibald nodded softly, murmuring, “Let’s hope we end up on the winning side.”
Ten days flashed by, and Fischer Town was still being rebuilt.
New houses rose from the ground; roads were once again clean and orderly, with busy workers shuttling back and forth.
The workers carried a sense of confidence among them, and the whole town was teeming with vitality as if, after repeated trials, the townsfolk had acquired ample resilience.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
In the study of Fischer Manor, Byrne suddenly saw Theo knocking and entering, with an invitation letter from the Lion clan in his hand.
Theo spoke slowly, “It’s a letter from Viscount Bast, for you, His Excellency Bain.”
“I understand.”
Byrne took the envelope, nodding lightly, and then opened it. After reading the contents silently, the message was brief, yet what was mentioned was of utmost importance.
Viscount Bast was on the verge of breaking through to the Monarch Level! There might be interference from outsiders! Full support from the Fischer family was requested!