Chapter 123 - Chapter 123: 117th Chapter Consecution Bard”, Sheriff”_2 (2/2)

Vanessa took a deep breath and silently clenched her fists; it was all too wonderful, she had become stronger!

According to Lord Byrne’s calculations, the “Sheriff” brought about an increase of 14 in physical fitness, while the increase in Spiritual Power was 11.

Overall, she felt that the Path of World Order still tended toward the warrior category of the God Pantheon stairway, whereas she was actually a Spellcaster.

However, it also compensated for the inherent frailty of a Spellcaster, Vanessa thought it wasn’t a bad thing.

On the other hand, she had heard Mr. Byrne say that a better compatibility made it easier to advance in the God Pantheon stairway, and if she were to set foot on other paths, she might struggle to ascend to the 2nd Rank.

After the ritual had ended, Aunt Irene came to the yard to find her nephew Darren and niece Lilian.

Darren, now ten years old and dressed in black clothes, was still chubby and carried himself with a semblance of “seriousness,” looking like a “little adult” trying too hard to act mature.

The six-year-old Lilian, like a delicate doll, stood quietly next to her brother.

They were feeding a mysterious creature in the manor’s pond, with two heads akin to a turtle’s, using a bag of roasted beans.

Darren didn’t actually like it that much, but couldn’t stand up against the extremely animal-loving Lily who insisted on feeding the “turtle”; and since Lily found it too big and scary, she had pleaded with her brother Darren to feed it.

So, Darren picked up a handful of the roasted beans and tossed them at it, the beans rattling noisily on one of the “turtle’s” heads.

A few servants stood behind the siblings; the mysterious creature was very docile, so there was no need to worry about it suddenly attacking its owners.

“Darren!”

Aunt Irene’s sudden call startled Darren; he claimed to be fearless, but everyone knew he was actually very afraid of Aunt Irene.

“Aunt, Aunt Irene, what’s wrong?” Darren asked immediately, hiding the beans behind his back.

Aunt Irene looked at Darren for a long time; he was different from Chris back then, not a child who could mature early, but rather still very childish.

Nevertheless, it was better to start education early, and it was time for him to be introduced to the great Lord of the Lost.

She took a deep breath and said, “Darren, there are some important matters about the Fischer family that I must tell you now, but remember, you cannot tell anyone else, not even your mother.”

“Come with me, Darren.”

Darren looked uncomfortable; he didn’t want to be alone with Aunt Irene and quickly looked for an excuse, saying, “Uh, okay, but Lily, she insisted that I…”

Irene interrupted with a frown, “Lily, go back to your studies.”

“Okay.”

Lily let go of Darren’s hand, which she had been holding, and obediently left the yard with the servants.

Darren was led away by Aunt Irene, looking displeased, wondering if Aunt Irene had found out about the prank he had played on Mr. Theo.

“Use this potion to wipe off the one on the back of your hand, and show your mark.”

Aunt Irene took Darren to the basement; the boy was astonished to discover such a structure beneath his own home, utterly speechless.

She said quietly, “Everything must start with Him, the great one who saved the Fischers.”