Chapter 177 - Chapter 177: Chapter 170: Help Me Become King! (2/2)

“This fellow’s in a bad way, eh!”

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Viscount Bast, while speaking, had already calmly approached the man and casually pressed him down, completely neutralizing any attempt by the man to struggle or resist.

“Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhh!”

The man kept wailing loudly, his eyes bloodshot, attempting to resist Viscount Bast’s power, but it was to no avail.

Byrne walked over and couldn’t help asking, “What exactly is Andersen?”

Viscount Bast released a stronger force from his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he had knocked the man unconscious.

The elderly man turned his back, calmly shaking his head.

“I don’t know; it feels like some sort of mental contagion, or something similar… It’s only occasionally contracted by those who have died in the Spirit Realm. Basically, once someone is entangled by ‘Andersen,’ that person gradually becomes more and more insane and eventually even believes that they are ‘Andersen’.”

“If it comes to that final stage, then the case is completely hopeless.”

Viscount Bast looked at the still unconscious people, including Renzo and Abel of the Lion clan and his own two younger brothers who had not yet awakened.

Yet, there was no hint of worry in his gaze.

“Let’s leave this place first, Byrne. I have something to discuss with you… As for them, who knows how many will eventually wake up.”

“Don’t worry; I’ve already taken precautions. Even if another madman emerges from this group, there won’t be any problems.”

After speaking calmly, Viscount Bast then left the underground space, with Byrne following him.

After leaving the underground space, Viscount Bast led Byrne into a study room in the mansion, which was very luxurious and spacious. There were more than a dozen huge brown bookshelves, each seven or eight meters high, filled with all kinds of books, and even special wooden ladders for the servants to use for fetching the books.

At this moment, there were no servants in the study—just the two of them.

Viscount Bast took out a black crucifix brooch and showed it to Byrne, then said with a smile:

“Byrne Fischer, thank you for your sacrifice. At last, I’ve gotten hold of this ‘Time Crucifix.’ It contains the potential for further advancement, offering additional time for cultivation. Originally, my talent was not enough to reach the Monarch level, but with it, I now can!”

Byrne, gazing at the black crucifix brooch, was well aware deep inside that this Spirit Realm secret treasure was the most important gain from this foray into the Spirit Realm.

“Chris Fischer from your family also has a good chance of reaching the Monarch level, and even you might have a slight possibility.”

Viscount Bast paused for a moment, his tone suddenly shifting, becoming more exuberant.

“Once I truly achieve the Monarch Level! Byrne, I will help you reach higher levels as well. Then, I will lend this Black Crucifix Brooch to the Fischer family for their use…”

Upon hearing this, Byrne couldn’t help but be filled with gratitude and immediately nodded, saying, “Lord Bast, the Fischer family, and I, will be forever thankful for your generous help!”

Viscount Bast chuckled, shaking his head as he continued.

“Simply being grateful isn’t enough, Byrne. What do you think of our nation, Siyat?”

Byrne was silent for a long while before he finally said:

“Our nation can only be considered a weaker one among the Eastern Four Kingdoms, unable to compare with the mighty Carnia to the far north, and gradually falling behind Vallere, Lorne’s ‘pawn’.”

Indeed, Carnia, the northernmost of the Eastern Four Kingdoms, was undoubtedly the most powerful, and although the founding Monarch of Carnia had retired behind the scenes, he still held a god-like prestige in the hearts of the people.

Below Carnia, Vallere, originally the weakest among the four nations, borders the western Lorne Empire and has rapidly risen in the past thirty years with the support of the Lorne citizens.

As for the old nemesis Rhea, there is no need to mention them; the Cyart people still believe themselves to be stronger, although the Rhea People also think they are stronger than Siyat.

Viscount Bast sighed deeply, a look of helplessness in his eyes, and said, “You probably don’t know, but back in the day, I was a classmate of ‘Black Hawk’ Viscount Zavier, and with the support of the Royal Family, we once studied in the most powerful Lorne Empire on the continent.”

Byrne couldn’t help but recall Robert Taylor and his message, “The dumbest moment for a person is when they ask, ‘But you promised me’.”

Viscount Bast looked towards the distant west and spoke slowly, “Those years of studying abroad, both of us will probably never forget, the gap between nations is just too large!”

“The strength of the Lorne people is at a level of civilization; they can make cities float in the sky and build huge cities underground. They can even expand into other continents or even other worlds, and nobles can enjoy the fruits of labor produced by the lives of countless sub-humans without even leaving their homes.”

“Even what sets us most apart isn’t something as straightforward as ‘power’.”

“If it weren’t for the gods’ constraints, they would have easily unified the entire Ouden Continent, and I fear those constraints won’t last much longer…”

Byrne fell into deep silence. As someone who enjoyed reading, he had long heard about such matters.

Lorne had long been not just the most powerful empire on the Ouden Continent but also a colonial empire that made people in various places throughout the Claud World tremble at the mention of its name.

The old man’s eyes seemed to flare with fire as he reached out and grabbed Byrne’s shoulder, his tone filled with power and determination!

“Byrne, you are a smart man, and you can see the various predicaments of Siyat. The history of Siyat is already determined, but its future is up to us to change together!”

“I want you to help me become king!”

Byrne looked up in astonishment, seeing Bast Leone silently staring at him, his eyes devoid of their usual casualness. In their place was dignity and pride, and the lofty ambition of a lion!

“Byrne! As long as I can reach the Monarch Level, my lifespan will increase greatly, and the future we desire won’t be impossible to achieve!”

It was at this moment that he finally understood the terrifying ambition that lay at the very depths of Bast Leone’s heart. Somewhere deep inside, a passion and ambition of his own began to surge forth.

Byrne also looked intently at the aged Viscount Bast, and with certainty, he gave his response:

“The Fischer family will always serve you, clear the path for the Leone Lion clan, and I, Byrne Fischer, will look forward to the day you become the new King of Siyat!”