Chapter 157 - Chapter 157: Chapter 150 Monarch "Claws of Wasteland (2/2)

“So, Chris, what kind of person do you think is guilty?”

“…”

Chris couldn’t be bothered to speak, and he also knew that Byrne understood him well, yet Byrne insisted on asking continuously.

Byrne had once said that those who walk the Path of Knowledge always have hearts filled with doubt and curiosity about the world.

So, he shook his head.

I hate those who embark on the Path of Knowledge.

Is that a sin?

In fact, Chris’s concept of sin wasn’t much different from that of ordinary people.

In his eyes, most nobles were guilty, as were most illegal Extraordinary Exponents, who, in reality, rarely ever took human life seriously.

He himself was also a person of deep sin.

Perhaps, kind-hearted people like Vanessa were the exception.

Chris was aware that although his wife never mentioned it, she deeply cared about certain actions of their family and had suppressed these feelings for a long time.

Byrne said calmly, “Since you want to kill Extraordinary Exponents of the Transmutation Level with sins, you need to think about who can be killed, the consequences after the killing, and how to kill them.”

He pinched his chin with his fingers, lowered his head, and fell into deep thought, when suddenly, an idea struck him, and he said with a smile:

“I do know of a good place that holds many powerful, guilty Extraordinary Exponents of the Transmutation Level, which might just satisfy your needs in one go – the Tempest Church branch in Fein City.”

The branches of the major churches did indeed hold many Extraordinary Exponents, most of whom were illegal, lacking a legal status. As soon as they were discovered, they were likely to be arrested, even if they hadn’t committed any crimes.

Of course, in reality, most illegal Extraordinary Exponents couldn’t resist the temptation and would use their extraordinary powers in everyday life, naturally crossing the legal boundaries.

No one knew what the church would do with those they detained, and the church never disclosed it.

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Fein City, branch of the Tempest Church.

In Fein City, the central city of the East Coast, there were two sizable churches: the Salvation Church’s Great Cathedral of Relief in the south of the city, and the Tempest Church’s Great Cathedral in the north.

Since the Tempest Bishop, the Thunderous Monarch, had died, the most powerful person in the Tempest Great Cathedral was now the former Assistant Priest and current Acting Tempest Bishop, Zayne Frosac.

He was a member of the Frosac family, one of the Ten Great Pillars families, already enjoying great resources. Coupled with decent innate talent, he had reached the Metamorphosis Phase years ago.

The Metamorphosis Phase is a blurred zone between the Transmutation Level and the Monarch Level, allowing one to convert the powers of spirit and life, advancing towards higher levels.

In the future, Zayne Frosac had the chance to reach the true Monarch Level, and considering his background, everyone understood that he had brighter prospects than Viscount Bast.

In the lavishly decorated reception room of the branch Great Cathedral of the Tempest Church, expensive and not thrifty decorations could be seen everywhere, with statues and frescoes related to sea creatures and waves, alongside the faint sound of sea winds.

“Acting Bishop, Baron Byrne Fischer of the Fischer family requests an audience,” said an attendant.

Zayne was drinking tea with a middle-aged man who looked somewhat like him and was a dozen or more years older, when he suddenly heard his subordinate say that someone from the Fischer family had come.

The middle-aged man had two small mustaches, was tall and slender, dressed in a blue and black tailcoat, trousers, waistcoat, and overcoat.

He had a pair of profound and charming eyes, and his smile was filled with strange allure, resembling the kind of ladykiller who would be popular with women when he was young.

“Hmm, the Fischer family, are you well-acquainted with them, Zayne?” the middle-aged man asked casually, to which Zayne did not hesitate to smile and reply:

“Uncle August, this Fischer family does indeed have a decent relationship with me, but they’re certainly not as important as you. Let them wait a bit longer so they won’t interrupt our once-in-many-years meeting,” Zayne suggested.

August Frosac chuckled, waved his hand, and said:

“There’s no need for that. Actually, I’ve also heard of the heroic deeds of the Fischer family, and I really want to meet this Byrne Fischer and see what kind of man he is. You can bring him in now.”

Zayne was surprised for a moment. He hadn’t expected his uncle to know about the Fischer family, especially since it was his first time visiting the East Coast Province. It was strange.

“Bishop Zayne, thank you for receiving me… And who might this be?” Byrne asked upon entering the reception room, immediately sensing a terrifying presence that instinctively made the smile on his face fade.

The middle-aged man was just sitting there, exerting tremendous pressure on Byrne as if he were a massive beast, majestic as a mountain range, lurking in the clouds, peering down at his flesh with colossal strength, seemingly ready to crush, rip apart, and devour him at any moment!

“My uncle, August Frosac,” Zayne introduced calmly.

Byrne quickly realized the man’s identity; he was a member of the renowned Frosac family, a Monarch Level powerhouse who inherited the power of the ancient magic beast, the Wasteland Beast – the “Claws of Wasteland”!

Even among those of the Monarch Level, he was one of the rare geniuses who had the potential to reach the mid-level Monarch rank, his tremendous strength perhaps even surpassing that of the head of the Frosac family.

August Frosac watched Byrne for a long time and then shook his head, saying with some confusion:

“Hmm, not at all how I imagined. Your features lack firmness, and you bear no resemblance to Duke Romann! So it seems, rumors are indeed far-fetched.”

Zayne suddenly realized why his uncle knew of the Fischer family; it was because of the rumors involving the Romann family.

Byrne immediately felt a surge of embarrassment within him and could only stiffen up and respectfully respond with a smile:

“Your Excellency August, indeed, there are some peculiar rumors about our family and the Romann family on the East Coast, but those are indeed just rumors, and I ask that you pay them no mind.”