Chapter 161 - Chapter 161: Chapter 154 Forbidden Rare Artifact "Countdown Timer (2/2)

Viscount Garcia looked at his brother, his eyes sharp and penetrative as if he could see through to one’s soul.

“We must delve into the secrets of the Fischer family, research and prepare ambush locations, and also this Forbidden rare artifact—it’s all crucial work we need to complete.”

“Just like the war with the Rhea People back then, we can never afford to be careless on the battlefield or have you forgotten how the Tempest Bishop met his end?”

His tone became increasingly serious, and his gaze even turned icy cold.

“The Sea God Cult had hidden their strength at that time, and we knew absolutely nothing about it. We arrogantly expected an easy victory, yet the outcome is known to all, though some foolish ones never learn their lesson!”

Andrew swallowed hard, somewhat intimidated by his older brother.

“I understand.”

The black carriage arrived in front of the Eagle clan’s mansion and finally came to a stop.

The mansion was built entirely in the Lorne style, appearing grand and unique. Its colors were elegant yet vibrant, and the surrounding lawns were meticulously groomed and level, as if created by a Mysterious force.

Viscount Garcia arrived at the mansion, where he met Viscount Zavier who was still cloaked in a black robe, his demeanor austere, and with the appearance of a young man.

“Zavier, what are you doing?”

Upon entering, Viscount Garcia saw Zavier looking fascinatedly at a blueprint.

“This is an unprecedented invention. It’s utterly captivating. Garcia, I’m looking at the future of Phelps Port.”

Zavier lifted his head, took a deep breath, and then handed the blueprint to Viscount Garcia, who however, found mechanical industry blueprints utterly incomprehensible and could only shake his head after looking at it.

“What is this exactly? It looks like a ship?”

“It’s a steamship. You can understand it as using the power of a steam engine to propel the ship on water, rather than relying solely on wind and alchemy.”

Zavier’s expression remained neutral, but his tone conveyed great importance to the contents of the blueprint.

“Its advent could even change the world. The steamship will sooner or later replace sailboats. They will be easier to navigate for long voyages, faster, and will lead to the flourishing development of Phelps Port.”

Viscount Garcia didn’t quite understand. Could steam engines really provide power for ships? And if everyone started using them instead of the power of sea winds, what would the Tempest Church think?

They would surely feel that the sacred object of the Reforging Church was trying to usurp the authority and domain of the Tempest Overlord, which would lead to great anger.

“It may not develop as smoothly as you think,” Viscount Garcia shook his head.

“You still don’t understand, Garcia. The East Coast Province could very well become the wealthiest province in the Cyart Kingdom in the future.”

Zavier shook his head and replied, “The steam engines invented by the Reforging Church are truly magnificent. They are far more important than the exorbitantly priced and difficult to master art of alchemy.”

“In no more than fifty or a hundred years, the existence of steam engines will change the entire world, and every aspect of people’s lives will bear the trace of steam and machinery!”

Finally, Viscount Garcia could not help but laugh at this point, sincerely believing his old friend was having fanciful thoughts, and he laughed heartily:

“Hahahaha, Zavier, have you gone mad? That’s simply impossible! The great churches will never sit by and watch the Reforging Church grow unchecked!”

“The steam engine is somewhat interesting, I admit it has brought change. Yet, it’s merely ordinary in the face of true, powerful forces. I don’t see anything special about it!”

Zavier suddenly realized his mistake; he shouldn’t have discussed such matters with Viscount Garcia, a professional soldier who was completely out of his element with these topics.

So he nodded politely, and with a blank expression, he asked, “So, what do you need me to do, Garcia?”

Viscount Garcia’s expression darkened as he said, “I need your help to kill Byrne Fischer!”

Zavier was not at all surprised by this answer, and after a long silence, he calmly said:

“Are you sure you want to kill that man? He’s very cautious now, always keeping his whereabouts secret, and both you and I are well aware that the Fischer family possesses some kind of hidden power. To act rashly against them could likely lead us into some sort of danger.”

The situation was becoming increasingly tense after the maritime warfare. Many nobles learned to keep their movements secret, and public banquets became increasingly rare, making assassination attempts more difficult.

“I’ve made up my mind! Lend me your strength, Zavier!”

There was a wild beast-like intent in Viscount Garcia’s eyes, his grip tightening on one hand as he pulled out the Forbidden rare artifact “Countdown Timer” with the other.

“At most ten years, maybe even five, and the Fischer family will become a great impediment before us!”

His words continued with determined conviction, trusting in his own judgment.

“Often, my judgments come not so much from intuition as from the accumulation of years of experience. If we let the Fischer family continue to develop, they will eventually become a beast capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the powerful. That would be even more troublesome and dangerous!”

“Byrne Fischer, the lead of the Fischer family, must fall into death now!”