Chapter 136 - Chapter 136: Chapter 130 Bloodbath (1/2)

Chapter 136: Chapter 130 Bloodbath

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The Fischer family had endured the scorn and disdain of everyone, and the reason was actually quite simple.

During the most difficult times of the war, they hid in the rear, massively producing military supplies, continuously expanding production, and ceaselessly profiteering from the war.

While all other East Coast noble families were fighting and dying on the front lines, some families even being annihilated, the Fischers were still eating their fill, to the envy and irritation of many.

In such circumstances, trying to argue that “logistics are also part of the division of labor” would be meaningless.

Besides, the families were not united as one, and the profits the Fischers made did not go into the national treasury but into their own pockets instead.

It wasn’t until the war was nearing its end and victory was on the horizon that they finally went to the front lines.

According to the Eagle clan, the Fischers were just there to reap the fruits of victory, and when it came time to reward military achievements, they would surely snatch many honors from other families.

Now, it wasn’t just the enemy families, but even those that were neutral held the Fischers in contempt, privately considering them to be utterly shameless.

Byrne, after learning the situation from people of the Lion clan, explained it to Irene, shaking his head:

“According to them, our family does seem to have gone too far. Besides nicknames like ‘vampires’, ‘cowardly fishermen’, our family has now gotten a new nickname.”

Irene frowned and immediately asked:

“What nickname?”

Byrne’s expression was strange as he shook his head again and said:

“East Coast Big Squirrel!”

Irene was stunned for a moment before she realized what it meant; a squirrel was better than a rat, after all.

There’s a type of large squirrel very common in the East Coast area; they are adept at stealing fruit from the farmers, skilled thieves. When farmers are busy with the harvest, the big squirrels move in, seizing the opportunity to pick the fruits.

Byrne let out a sigh, saying, “Actually, it’s quite fitting, but let’s not care too much about public opinion. After all, we’ve already made a lot of money. Being scolded is a small price to pay.”

After thinking for a while, Irene suddenly asked, “Why doesn’t the Lion clan help explain for us? Why would they let their ally’s reputation worsen like this? Didn’t you say they value us a lot?”

Byrne fell into thought, and after a long while, said:

“They probably don’t see anything wrong with this situation. The worse our relations with other families, the more we will have to rely on the Lion clan.”

Irene was slightly taken aback but soon understood the rationale.

On this island, many indigenous slaves still existed. Even though the slave system was officially abolished, the Cyart people still considered the White Sea islanders as slaves without any hesitation, and the Priests of the Church raised no objections.

Moreover, there was a particularly cruel “scenery” on the island, where many indigenous bodies were strung along one side of the island with long ropes, their deaths tragic.

They were Sea God followers who were caught, men and women, old and young, most of whom starved to death here.

Byrne felt very uncomfortable after seeing the “scenery”; many children had no choice as they were born into the Sea God Cult.

Irene stood nearby, calmly saying, “Don’t forget about Erik.”

Upon hearing this, Byrne quickly remembered how Erik lost his father to an attack by the Sea God Cult.

The number of people in Nasir Town who initially died from the attacks was in the thousands; he had no right to sympathize with the followers of the Sea God Cult.

Moreover, when the Kesse family was annihilated, though he did not participate directly, he had tacitly allowed the killing of children.

“Yes,” his gaze growing even firmer.

In the military camp’s conference hall on the island, there were officers of the Cyart Royal Army, Priests from the Tempest Church, and key members of the East Coast noble families.

The Cyart Royal Family, emulating the Lorne citizens’ military reforms, had had the private armies of various noble families gradually transition to become part of the Cyart Royal Army, with regular military organization.

However, they were still privately owned by the Extraordinary nobility, not directly controlled by the Royal Family.

Byrne arrived in the conference hall and listened silently to the conversations of the adults.

The Tempest Bishop, reeking of alcohol, was also present, his face cold. He was a central figure in the war, followed by Assistant Priest Zayne, Viscount Bast, and Viscount Zavier.

As for Earl Hovern, the East Coast Governor, he did not come overseas.

Byrne had always found it strange why Earl Hovern from the Hovern family, whose main territories were in other provinces, was appointed by the Royal Family as the East Coast Governor.

“Bad news, Byrne.”

The person who suddenly came to speak to Byrne was Lieutenant Colonel Abel, the younger brother of Viscount Bast.

“It’s said that the Hovern family plans to replace the current town chief of Nasir Town and hand over that land to another viscount from within their family.”

“How the new viscount will treat the Fischer family is uncertain; they might confiscate the factory and then drive you out to Ourde.”