Chapter 132 - Chapter 132: Chapter 126: The Allure of the Distance! (Vote for Monthly Tickets) (2/2)
He waved his hand lightly, and each person gradually vanished like flowing sand.
“That’s all for this time, dismissed.”
After the other members of the Alchemy Council vanished into thin air, the president who remained seated fell into a long silence before muttering to himself:
“Hmm, before the next meeting, I shall have crafted the true ‘Stone of Truth’.”
“The preparatory conditions this time are definitely sufficient.”
Following the conclusion of the Alchemy Council meeting, Byrne returned to the manor of Viscount Bast, just in time to see Viscount Bast removing his mask.
The man in his sixties suddenly spoke.
“Prepare yourself, Byrne Fischer.”
Prepare? Byrne was taken aback, unsure of what it meant.
“The Tempest Church and the governor have already come to an agreement; the final operations against the Sea God Cult are about to start.”
Viscount Bast paused briefly, then calmly continued:
“And that old coot, Earl Hovern, our esteemed East Coast Governor, has specifically requested that the Fischer family participate on the front lines. Yours is the only noble family on the East Coast that has yet to join the battle. There are no more excuses to be made.”
The front lines!
Byrne became tense instantly. For years, under the protection of the Lion clan, the Fischer family had always managed logistics in the rear. And now, they had no choice but to serve on the front lines.
Although the annihilation war had reached a victorious stage with little chance of mishap, war meant death, and the Fischer family had to treat this as a significant test. They absolutely could not be careless or complacent.
Byrne immediately bowed deeply, saying sincerely, “Thank you for the warning, Lord Viscount Bast. The Fischer family will always remember your kindness!”
Even though he knew his relationship with Viscount Bast was one of mutual exploitation, he couldn’t help feeling grateful to him.
If not for the protection of the Lion clan, the Fischer family could have been sent to the front lines at the beginning of the war, uncertain of how many would have died.
Viscount Bast did not reply, instead, he calmly picked up a cup of tea, sipped slowly, and remarked casually:
“You’ve sold quite a bit of Spirit Realm knowledge to that ‘Solar Gold’ person again, haven’t you? The same as last time, all obtained from the Sea God followers, right?”
Byrne, well-prepared, immediately recorded the Spirit Realm knowledge he had just sold to “Solar Gold” and respectfully presented it to Viscount Bast.
“The Sea God Cult has already conducted considerable research on the Spirit Realm. This time, the knowledge I traded relates to the gates of the Spirit Realm; beyond that, there is nothing new.”
He had come to realize something important: that from now on, he could not trade Spirit Realm knowledge carelessly in the Alchemy Council.
Selling basic Spirit Realm knowledge twice might still be considered normal, but if he started to sell more, especially more secretive and rare knowledge of the Spirit Realm, it would definitely arouse Viscount Bast’s suspicion.
Viscount Bast took the paper and examined it for a while, then suddenly said, “Hmm, from now on, any information related to the Spirit Realm that you come across, you are to give it all to me, understand?”
“I understand.”
Byrne nodded lightly, sensing that Viscount Bast too harbored a desire for the powers contained within the Spirit Realm.
He suddenly asked, “By the way, do you know what the piece that the president is seeking actually is?”
Viscount Bast shook his head, slowly saying:
“I’m not sure, I just know that the item is probably of utmost importance to the president. For the sake of obtaining it, he would turn Cyart upside down without hesitation.”
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In the cellar of Fischer Manor, Karl suddenly felt an extremely strong pull coming from a transparent bottle.
A remarkably seductive sensation, entirely different from the allure of a Mysterious rare artifact, it was clearer, more animated, and intoxicatingly mesmerizing.
It was located somewhere underwater off the coast of an island to the east!
Karl kept sensing, finally pinpointing the location of the object!
It was not a “food” imbued with Spiritual Power but something else entirely, akin to how flowers attract certain creatures to gaze and pluck, this entity, miles away, was exuding a strong allure, compelling Karl to possess it.
What exactly was that object?
Instinctively desiring to obtain it, it made him restless and uneasy; it must be something quite intriguing.
Karl couldn’t resist sending mental signals to every favored member and Blood Receiver, conveying the precise location of that eastern island.
The thoughts transformed into divine edicts, resounding within the minds of every Dawn believer, and at the same time, they all became aware of the location of a small island atop the White Sea.
[In the domain of the Blazing Sun, at the ocean’s abyss, seek out the Miracle, offer it unto me.]