Chapter 152 - Chapter 152: Chapter 145: The Dark Alliance (Vote for monthly tickets!)_2 (1/2)

Chapter 152: Chapter 145: The Dark Alliance (Vote for monthly tickets!)_2

Adrian’s eyes lit up, and then he listened as Byrne continued.

“Although Garcia is belligerent and bloodthirsty, he is actually a person with strong judgement and meticulousness. Our secret alliance cannot be kept hidden forever, it can only fool him for a while,”

Adrian couldn’t help himself and asked further, “And after that period of time?”

Byrne smiled, took a sip of tea, his fingers curling slightly as he calmly said, “In a few months, Garcia might just suddenly die of illness, don’t you think, haha! After all, aside from the great gods, no one can predict what will happen tomorrow!”

Could Viscount Garcia die?

Adrian was startled, looking at Byrne who was still smiling with a face full of astonishment, not daring to ask further, his back drenched with sweat once again.

Byrne smiled and quickly moved past the previous subject, “Evangeline is a good girl, once she grows up, an alliance between our two families wouldn’t be so bad.”

Adrian was stunned for a moment, smiled wryly, and shook his head, “That matter is not urgent.”

Evangeline had inherited the strong power of Bloodline, and could possibly be qualified to become the next head of the family. To marry her off in an alliance would be contrary to the family’s interests.

However, he also knew that Byrne was just speaking casually.

After Adrian had left, Byrne pondered for a long time before picking up the book he had set down and continued reading calmly.

Compared to other times, he still felt that only the time spent reading could completely relax a person.

Dealing with the Arwen family wasn’t a difficult task, but declaring all-out war on them was definitely a bad move.

Byrne was well aware that since the Fischer family had defeated many strong enemies several times before, Viscount Garcia must have sensed that something was amiss.

He feared the hidden strength of the Fischer family and had chosen to treat the Arwen family as cannon fodder, all to probe their true capabilities.

Byrne murmured to himself, “Viscount Garcia, it seems you’re set on eliminating the Fischers.”

Theo suddenly entered, saying respectfully, “Master, Mr. John is not going to make it.”

Byrne put down the book and was silent for a long time.

“John.”

Was he going to die?

Byrne still remembered the first pot of gold for the family, which was earned by his father taking Irene to work with John; now, the shrewd maritime merchant was finally about to be carried away by the cruel Grim Reaper of time.

“Hmm, I will go have a look.”

In twenty years, John’s family had grown more powerful, relying on the formidable influence of the Fischers, and had become a significant maritime merchant family on the East Coast Province.

When he arrived at the mansion of John’s family, it was already surrounded by many people, all connections John had cultivated over the years.

Everyone who saw Byrne bowed their heads in respect, and no one dared to speak loudly.

The eldest son of John, upon seeing Baron Byrne, came forward to bow, his eyes red as he said:

“You’ve finally arrived, Your Excellency Byrne, my father has been hoping to see you; he is, he is nearly gone now. Madam Irene said that it was his time, and there was simply no treating him.”

“Hmm.”

Byrne nodded calmly and then entered John’s room alone but left Theo and the servants along with people from John’s family in the drawing room, waiting in silence.

That room was the very one where John had almost died from illness but was cured by Irene; it was also the place where the Fischer family made their first fortune.

The elderly John, with a face full of wrinkles and snow-white hair, lay on the bed, gasping weakly; it was quite apparent he didn’t have much time left.

The room was dark, as no lamps were lit because as soon as there was light, the dying John would scream and wail uncontrollably.

“Mr. John, I’ve come,” Byrne said in a gentle voice, walking slowly in the darkness, calmly sitting beside the old man.