Chapter 118 - Chapter 118: Chapter 114: The War Begins (2/2)

The second key reason was that over the past year, Byrne had come to understand the true backer of the Lion clan.

It turned out that Viscount Bast was actually the representative of the Romann family in the East Coast Province.

Round and round, it turns out the Fischer family was still a vassal’s vassal of the Romann family.

But then again, the Romann family itself was almost unaware of Fischer’s existence, which confirmed a well-known saying about vassal relationships.

The “Dark Night” Romann family’s power was immense, ranking second among Cyart’s eight great noble families, with its heritage and strength only second to the Royal Family of the Adley family.

The Duke Black Iron of the Romann family was also a top-tier powerhouse who had reached the mid-level Monarch Level.

Among the eight great noble families of Cyart, aside from the Royal Family, only three top families—the “Dark Night” Romann family, the “Fog” Abernathy family, and the “Flaming Blood” Castleton family—possessed powerful experts at the mid-level Monarch Level.

“I can accept the gift, but you must handle the matter properly,” said Abel Leone as he slowly stood up, and before leaving, he still instructed sternly:

“I have already given you the orders for food and medicine. The next time I come, I will bring people with the funds to pay for the orders.”

“My cousin has great trust in you and hopes that when the time comes, you can deliver successfully, and the quality must not be poor, understood? The Royal Army entrusting part of the military supplies production to you is the guaranty made by the Lion clan.”

“This matter is of great importance!”

Byrne understood very well what Abel was saying. They were able to take on some of the military supplies orders entirely because of the Lion clan’s favor; otherwise, they wouldn’t qualify at all.

Moreover, not only did they need to ensure the quality of the military supplies, but most of the profits they would gain afterward would have to be handed over to the Lion clan.

Every small family attached to the Lion clan would make offerings, and naturally, a significant portion of the benefits the Lion clan acquired would be offered up to the Romann family.

“Fischer’s factories will certainly not drag behind. Everything on the order will be manufactured to the highest specifications. We’re not fools and will definitely not entertain any crooked ideas on these matters,” Byrne promised solemnly, and Abel Leone finally left, satisfied.

Smiling, he personally saw off the officer from the Lion clan, and it wasn’t until Lieutenant Colonel Abel had completely left Nasir Town that Byrne finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He was now very clear about the strength of the Lion clan.

Viscount Bast Leone, Lieutenant Colonel Abel Leone, and that mysterious “Black Lion.”

The power they held was incomparable to ordinary viscount families, with as many as three individuals in the family who had reached high-level Transmutation.

Apart from this, the Lion clan could also enlist much assistance from churches, secret organizations, illegal Extraordinary Exponents, and even powerful support from the Romann family.

And even though Viscount Bast himself hadn’t fought formally in many years, he had a brilliant track record, at one time single-handedly killing two high-level Transmutation nobles of the Rhea.

Back then, his nickname wasn’t “the Fox Leading the Lions,” but “the King of the Iron Blood Lion Herd.”

Standing at the entrance of the town, Byrne looked up at the two dazzling suns in the sky, not turning back for a long time.

A strong desire welled up within him.

“Sooner or later, the fishermen of Nasir will sit on an equal footing with the powerful lions,” he thought.

The two factories in Nasir Town bustled with production, aiming to complete the Royal Army’s orders successfully, the Fischer family chose to recruit additional workers and expand.

In one year’s time, the population gathered in this port town had been increasingly growing, and the war attracted even more people.

When the Royal Army’s order was successfully delivered, everyone in the Fischer family jumped for joy.

Even after deducting the share that had to be offered to the Lion clan, they still made a net profit of three thousand five hundred Gold Coins, an unprecedentedly significant gain!

Irene felt that the family hadn’t held a sufficiently formal sacrifice for a long time, so she instructed Byrne to go to the Alchemy Council on the surface level to purchase one or two Mysterious rare artifacts of treasure grade as offerings.

“The Fischer family is thriving now, surely because the gods have blessed us all along. We must thank the great Lord of the Lost,” she said.

About ten days later, Byrne returned from Fein City with two Mysterious rare artifacts of treasure grade. The three thousand Gold Coins he had taken with him were all spent.

The grateful sacrifice ceremony to the Lord of the Lost was once again initiated, and the seven core members of the Fischer family gathered in the basement.

Kneeling on the ground, Irene took out two distinctly different Mysterious rare artifacts of treasure grade with the utmost respect: one was a silver-gray ring emitting a red glow, the “Silver Gray Method,” and the other was a purple ribbon twisting like a snake, the “Spirit Snake.”

“Great Lord of the Lost, the Fischer family is filled with sincere gratitude towards you. I present to you two precious offerings, hoping to exchange for a moment of your joyful pleasure,” she said.