Chapter 130 - Chapter 130: Chapter 124 Self-blame (2/2)
Picking it up felt so harsh to the hand, he had no desire for this thing, and he subconsciously wanted to put the sword down.
Yet Byrne also picked up a wooden sword, calmly saying, “Darren, from now on I will carve out an hour each day to hone your swordsmanship.”
“Let’s start right away.”
His father could spare the time to be with him!
He was subconsciously filled with joy, his eyes brimming with happiness, but soon realized what his father’s words actually implied.
Honing swordsmanship?
I don’t know the first thing about swordsmanship, Darren thought, still dumbfounded, when suddenly he saw his father calmly thrust the sword towards him.
“Ah!”
He immediately closed his eyes and screamed, instinctively throwing away the sword from his hand.
But the little chubby one was still stabbed, it hurt so much, even giving up the sword couldn’t spare him from the fate of being injured.
Byrne squatted down with a gentle expression, smiling and said calmly, “Try again, Darren, pick up your sword.”
Darren suddenly felt very afraid, and very resistant, the coming hour, and every day thereafter, was he going to be beaten?
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Four months later, the Tempest Church led the Cyart army into the White Sea, initiating another encirclement against the Sea God Cult.
This campaign ended in great success, their main forces severely damaged, they returned victorious!
Each of the twelve priests of the Sea God Cult was a high-level Transmutation individual; during the years of war, none of them had ever died in battle, yet in this encirclement, as many as five Sea God priests perished.
The morale of the Tempest Church and the Cyart nobility was greatly boosted, and the war against the Sea God was nearing its end.
Although eradicating the Sea God Cult completely was difficult, the main body of its force was nearly destroyed, and everyone understood that true victory was imminent.
Meanwhile, Byrne was about to attend the Alchemy Council once more, meeting those very mysterious individuals.
He returned to that lush green manor once again.
“Please wait a moment.”
Viscount Bast’s personal servant, the flame descendant female, asked Byrne to wait in a dedicated resting room.
People from all over the East Coast Province came to seek Viscount Bast, many of them stood up on their own, greeting Byrne with tones full of flattery.
Unlike those waiting in line in the hall, Byrne could rest alone in the dedicated resting room, and the several servants in the room were ready to meet his requests at any moment.
The flame descendant female in the tailcoat bowed respectfully and said:
“Lord Bast is currently discussing with Lord Oder, please wait a little longer, Lord Byrne.”
This flame descendant woman named Autumn, as a personal servant, was highly trusted by Viscount Bast.
Over the three years of interactions, Byrne noticed that Autumn likely was also an Extraordinary Exponent of considerable strength.
She might possess Transmutation Level power, yet still contentedly served as a servant, loyalty unswerving, a method of managing subordinates worth learning from Viscount Bast.
After a short while, Byrne learned from Autumn that Viscount Oder had already left, and it was now his turn.
He had no good impression of the “Iron Blood” Oder family.
For the “Iron Blood” Oder family, who were supposed to be protectors of the Leander family, and considering that Baron Leander’s daughter was also one of Oder’s lovers, seized everything belonging to the Leander family immediately after Baron Leander’s demise!
Byrne found the act of striking down one’s own kin to be disgusting; even if Viscount Oder was an ally of Viscount Bast, he truly did not wish to meet that man.
Soon after, Byrne met Viscount Bast again.
He was a bit short in stature, of medium build, with neatly combed white hair, a white vest, and eyes twinkling with the cunning of a fox on the hunt.
When they first met, he was a fifty-three-year-old middle-aged man, yet now he still appeared as a relaxed and casual old man.
Viscount Bast was still sipping tea, smiling and saying:
“Three years have passed, I hadn’t imagined they’d fly by so quickly, another three years just like that, I seem to be getting older and older.”
He gestured for the servants to leave and laughed, continuing:
“And you, Byrne, seem to be getting steadier and steadier. The Fischer family is also developing quite well, perhaps one day, when I’m old and trembling, I will have to go to Nasir to seek an audience with Lord Byrne.”
Byrne knew well Viscount Bast’s character; he was always a joking old fox, and smiled in response:
“If that day really comes, I will certainly arrange a dedicated resting room for you.”
As expected, Viscount Bast didn’t take offense at the joke and smiled as he rose to his feet, slowly taking out the white mask of the Alchemy Council from his ring and gently placing it on his face.
“Heh heh, if that day really comes, I will certainly be delighted. I’ll thank you in advance, Lord Byrne!”
He reactivated the room’s mirror and led Byrne through it, ascending the pristine and majestic snow-covered mountain to enter the palace filled with a sense of the divine.
The Alchemy Council’s members were already waiting there, “Time Stasis Stone,” “Moon River Stone,” “Spirit Essence,” “Star Metal,” “Solar Gold.”
Besides them, there was Viscount Bast, codenamed “Dragon Crystal,” and “Mithril” Byrne.
Byrne couldn’t help but look towards the mysterious individual at the far end, the chairman of the Alchemy Council.
He was a dangerous individual who would use countless souls to refine objects of the extraordinary, wielding unfathomable power!