Chapter 195 - Chapter 195: Chapter 187 Irene Fischer (1/2)
Chapter 195: Chapter 187 Irene Fischer
At sea.
The Fischer family’s fleet sailed on grandly, soon to transition from the relatively safe White Sea into the Aphotic Sea’s bounds. Behind them, the sky and the sea were still a beautiful azure, but ahead, the world was already shrouded in darkness, resembling the terrifying, mad abyss from the stories.
Theo stood at the fore of the flagship, gazing into the Aphotic Sea’s waters, observing his surroundings, staying alert.
He took a deep breath. He had sworn never to return to the sea, yet now he found himself commanding a large fleet.
“Indeed, fate is unpredictable.”
Just then, Theo’s complexion suddenly changed drastically.
Despite his age, he moved swiftly and immediately found Chris and Madam Vanessa in the cabin, speaking to them very seriously:
“Mr. Chris, Madam Vanessa, something very bad has happened.”
“Darren has run into trouble on the continent, and the enemy is an entity he absolutely can’t contend with. Even if I were to transfer life force to him, it wouldn’t be of much use. He can’t possibly defeat the enemy, nor can he escape.”
The greatest strength of the “household management” ability was that it had no distance limit, but the extent to which it could transfer life force and Spiritual Power was limited. Even if Theo sacrificed himself, he simply could not enable Darren to defeat that formidable adversary.
“Darren…”
At the news of Byrne’s son’s trouble, Chris’s eyes turned ice cold, his fists clenched, his murderous intent unrestrainedly emanating.
Vanessa started with a shock, immediately pressing for details: “What’s Darren’s situation now? Is he dead? Did something happen to him within Rhea’s territory – has he been captured by the Rhea People?”
Theo took another deep breath, slowly opened his hands, closed his eyes to sense for a while, and then nodded:
“He probably isn’t dead but has been captured, most likely by the Rhea People.”
“Darren’s injuries have stabilized slightly, but the outlook is not optimistic. You could say he is barely clinging to life. I am now inputting life force to treat his injuries…”
The sea wind continuously tousled her hair, and Vanessa, gazing toward the direction of home, sighed and said:
“Send the message back to the Fischer family as quickly as possible.”
Theo nodded seriously in agreement, “This matter is crucial. The family must be informed, and the sooner, the better.”
“If we delay, Darren might be publicly executed by the Rhea People.”
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Fischer Manor.
Lilian’s birthday celebration had ended, the many guests had all dispersed, and after sending off the distinguished guests, Byrne intended to return to his study to deal with various aspects of the Fischer family’s estate.
Then he was stopped by a familiar female voice.
“Byrne.”
Byrne calmly turned around, already aware of who stood behind him.
“What is it, Irene?”
Irene, holding a bottle of treasured wine in her hand, gazed at her cousin with a smile, casually swinging the bottle.
“This fine wine, which could be described as premium, you didn’t have it served at the party – are you saving it for a special day or perhaps to give as a gift to someone?”
Byrne nodded slightly, continuing, “Indeed, that was my thought, or it can be saved to be given as a gift.”
Irene exhaled deeply and said, “Let’s finish it ourselves then, Byrne. Today, I really feel like drinking.”
Byrne, perceiving that Irene’s mood was somewhat off, lightly nodded in agreement to join her.
“I’ll drink with you. Whatever you want to say, just say it.”
Irene showed a smile and then led Byrne to the now-empty banquet hall of the Fischer family, gently opened the bottle, and they began to drink alone.
Looking at the bottle, she continued calmly, “You’ve been in Nasir Town for a very long time. It will be nearly thirty years soon, Byrne…”
“Yes, this place is practically my second home.”
Byrne nodded slightly. He rarely drank, and had never been drunk before, as he did not fundamentally agree with drinking behavior that could diminish one’s rationality. Yet, he still poured himself a glass, sharing it with Irene.
Although she couldn’t taste the nuances of the wine, Irene still drank glass after glass. Unfortunately, her body, enhanced several times over, made it difficult to become intoxicated, even when she wanted to.
Suddenly, she opened up.
“Since childhood, I’ve lived on the outskirts of this town. My parents weren’t wealthy and could only just about afford to raise me. I was still very happy then.”