Chapter 124 - Chapter 124: Chapter 118: Sudden Enlightenment (1/2)
Chapter 124: Chapter 118: Sudden Enlightenment
“The great He…”
Ten-year-old Darren listened blankly as Aunt Irene recounted the events of the past.
He began with that stormy night filled with wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.
When he heard that Aunt Irene and Uncle Chris had been captured by the evil cultists, Darren couldn’t help but clench his small fists, and when the Lord of the Lost appeared to save them, his chubby face beamed with joy. He listened wide-eyed in surprise as his grandfather and father arrived in Nasir Town, eager to learn what happened next.
When his grandfather died because of the Rhea People, he finally clenched his podgy hands and shouted angrily, “The Rhea People are too bad! These guys are too evil!”
The rest of the story was more roughly told by Irene.
She saw that Darren was excited, his face flushed red, as if he was very happy and pleased to learn about a “heritage completely different from ordinary people.”
Irene understood something very clearly, that Darren didn’t understand the tears and blood behind those stories; he just found them interesting, amusing, and he was proud of his family’s distinctiveness.
She could understand that not every child was as mature as Chris.
Irene reached out her hand and gently stroked Darren’s hair, saying calmly,
“You are now a man of the Fischer family, from now on, you must remember to shoulder your responsibilities.”
“We are a secret clan that worships great deities, and our most important principles are caution and secrecy. The stories I have just told you, you must not even tell your mother, Margaret, do you understand?”
Darren was momentarily startled. His mother, though she rarely visited Nasir Town, always doted on him and his sister during her visits, bringing plenty of delicious treats and fun things.
Could it be that he wasn’t even supposed to tell his mother about these things?
He felt a bit downcast but still nodded and said, “Yes, I understand, Aunt Irene.”
Irene nodded. There was still much to teach Darren, and he would have many doubts on the road ahead, all of which she would have to personally answer.
She hoped that Darren could one day become a pillar of the family like Lucius and Byrne.
Although he was far from it now, with his pride, playfulness, and gluttony, he hardly had any virtues.
But Irene didn’t see that as a problem, after all, Byrne as a child was also one who shivered in fear behind his father, too scared to talk, wasn’t he?
She felt it was necessary to be “tough” on Darren next time.
As Darren left the basement, he took a deep breath, his mind excitedly pondering something.
His family was so powerful, to have the protection of a great deity!
What he learned today was so fantastic! So thrilling! Surely the Lord of the Lost must be more powerful than those True Gods! Even if He were to fight six of them, He would win!
And I, Darren Fischer, am also part of the Chosen Fischer family; I am born a Chosen one!
The thought filled him with immense excitement!
How wonderful!
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In the guest room of Fischer Manor.
The once young Knight Verne was now in his early thirties, with a golden beard that made him look much more mature.
The “Spawn of the Abyss” incident had cost him his father, so in recent years, Verne had joined the Cyart Royal Army and become an official officer.
He smiled and gave a slight bow to Byrne.
“Then, it is decided, Lord Byrne, please be sure to attend my wedding.”
Byrne nodded and smiled, “Of course, I’ll be there.”
In Nasir Town, it was impossible to avoid each other; the Verne knight family had long decided to pledge allegiance to the Fischer family.
Today, Verne had come to Fischer Manor to discuss his wedding. He had decided to enter into a marriage alliance with a knight clan from the gold-mining town of Chevron, but he needed to seek Byrne’s opinion first.
Without the blessing of the Fischer family, the Verne family would not dare to complete the marriage alliance on their own.
Once Verne left the manor, Byrne pulled out a maroon stone from his pocket.
In a transaction with the Alchemy Council, exchanging knowledge of the Spirit Realm, the president gave him this mysterious stone filled with mysteries.
An alchemical tool and a Mysterious rare artifact, it was a fascinating little thing.
Byrne remembered the president’s claim that it could unleash considerable power when combined with intense emotional fluctuations, even comparable to the most top-tier treasures.
He knew that the next Alchemy Council meeting was only a few months away.
“Will there be stones like this next time?”
Holding the maroon stone, Byrne stared at it intently for a long while, finally deciding to try the “Deconstructive Perspective” again.
Actually, he had tried to deconstruct it a few years ago, but the side effects of that attempt lasted for days and were dreadful.
In Byrne’s eyes, a pale blue circle appeared, and his gaze penetrated deep into the very core of the maroon stone. In an instant, it was as if his consciousness had passed through countless purples and reds into chaos, hearing the wailing of hundreds and thousands around him.
Chaos!
Madness!
Despair!
Those pale blue orbs of various sizes all screamed in agony, wailing, roaring, crying; the infinite emotions from all the shattered souls surged into Byrne’s mind.