Chapter 155 - Chapter 155: Chapter 148: The "Secret" of the Fischer Family (1/2)
Chapter 155: Chapter 148: The “Secret” of the Fischer Family
Viscount Garcia’s carriage traveled on the main road from Black Mountain Town to Chevron Town.
He sat in the carriage, calm and composed, dressed in a Cyart military uniform, his expression stern, with his strong, rough hands resting on his knees, making him look very resolute and upright.
The carriage gradually came to a stop, and Viscount Garcia stretched out his hand to draw back the curtain, looking towards the not-too-distant thicket of woods and coldly issued a command to the family soldiers outside.
“According to the report, there should be a bandit camp around here. Search the area.”
When the family soldiers returned, he calmly asked, “Did you find any traces?”
The soldiers of the Garcia family looked at the silent wilderness road and all shook their heads; they didn’t know if anyone was there, having searched for a long time without finding any signs.
His deputy said, bowing his head, “No, Lord Viscount, this place doesn’t seem like it harbors bandits.”
Viscount Garcia’s gaze was icy as he decisively said,
“Three days ago, a caravan traveling from Chevron Town to Black Mountain Town was raided right here, and the goods to be delivered to our family were among them. We cannot let the bandits go.”
The family soldiers all knew very well that Lord Viscount Garcia had always been firm in his own judgments.
No matter what they said, they couldn’t change Lord Viscount’s mind.
Garcia never denied he was a stubborn person.
After the fall of the Kesse family and the disappearance of his son-in-law, even though the Tempest Church had confirmed it was the work of the Sea God Cult with comprehensive evidence, and many believed that to be the truth,
he had always believed that it was definitely the Fischer family who killed those people!
“I’ll go down and take a look.”
Viscount Garcia quickly left the carriage and began to search the area himself, remaining vigilant throughout the process as if the foe he sought was not mere bandits but a formidable enemy.
“It’s over here.”
He suddenly found a clue and commanded,
“Stay put!”
Minutes later, Viscount Garcia found a cave in a very concealed part of the woods; the cave turned out to be quite spacious, and after walking a hundred meters in, he came upon the bandits inside.
“It’s an Extraordinary noble!”
“We surrender! We beg you, don’t kill us!”
The bandits crumbled at the sight of Viscount Garcia, scared and wanting to surrender. They were all ordinary people who fully understood the vast gap between themselves and an Extraordinary noble.
“…”
Viscount Garcia said nothing but just waved his hand lightly. The numerous bandits dozens of meters away were sliced apart by an invisible force, turning into a pile of indistinct flesh and blood in an instant.
Those invisible blades were like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, cutting through all flesh and weapons in a moment without any trace of an attack, making it difficult to avoid.
He proceeded deeper and came across several women and children and coldly waved his hand again.
After finishing everything, Viscount Garcia walked out of the cave.
After finding the stolen goods, he continued his journey, first arriving at the most prosperous Chevron Town in the region of the four towns, and then heading south to Phelps Port.
On the way, he kept thinking about the Fischer family matters.
“Fischer family, Byrne…”
Several years after the fall of the Spirit Deer family, Black Mountain Town, Fiera Town, and Chevron Town in the region of the four towns had all been occupied by the Garcia family, also known as the “Roarer clan.”
Undoubtedly, their family had formed an encirclement of Nasir Town, and Viscount Garcia had always wanted to eliminate the Fischer family, this big thorn in their side.
“The main support of the Fischer family is Byrne, and then that Irene. As long as Byrne dies, the entire Fischer family will be thrown into chaos.”
Viscount Garcia, fond of warfare and bloodshed, had always been known to be ferocious on the East Coast, but everyone knew he was not a foolish brute.
He clearly understood that if he wanted to kill Byrne Fischer, he had to figure out two things.
First, how to kill him, and second, the consequences of doing so.
Killing was not just about taking a life—it was about severing all of a person’s connections in the world.
Phelps Port had become a burgeoning city, the second city in the East Coast Province because of the factories and large port established there, making it very prosperous.
“Black Hawk” Viscount Zavier, who controlled it, was a very savvy man in business and development, with a vision surpassing the times. Years ago, he had gone into debt to construct a substantial port, which now brought significant developmental benefits and was the first in East Coast Province to vigorously introduce steam engines.
In just a few decades, he had developed a once insignificant town, no different from Nasir Town, into its current glorious status, with eagle-like vision.
Viscount Garcia arrived in the southern part of Phelps Port and entered a high-end “Red Wine” military club.
It was a very famous officers’ club where many East Coast Province officers who had participated in wars would gather, connect with one another, and share all sorts of intelligence.
However, its membership was strictly limited; Cyart officers without national military achievements couldn’t even qualify to join “Red Wine.”
“Greetings, Viscount Garcia!”