Chapter 117 - Chapter 117: Chapter 113 Epilogue (1/2)

Chapter 117: Chapter 113 Epilogue

The deep of the night gradually passed, and the early morning had just arrived when the exhausted Fischer family urgently convened a family meeting.

In the cellar of Fischer Manor, the core trio of the family were going over the whole affair from beginning to end, pondering over their next steps.

Byrne breathed a sigh of relief, still somewhat wary, and said with a mix of fortune, “Thank goodness we notified the Lion clan in advance, or the consequences would have been unimaginable.”

Then, confusion appeared in his eyes, and he couldn’t help but look towards Irene, continuing to say,

“Those …those so-called followers of the Lord of the Lost spoken of by the Black Lion—what is that about? According to him, a town on the East Coast was sacrificed by the Lost followers, and everyone in the town died.”

The news of the town’s destruction had not yet spread, but Byrne understood it was only a matter of time before it did, and the term “Lost followers” would become a hot topic.

“Despicable imposters!”

Irene was filled with anger, almost gnashing her teeth when discussing the topic of “other followers of the Lord of the Lost.”

How could there be other followers of the Lord of the Lost? Those who suddenly emerged were without doubt frauds, imposters, utterly nauseating!

She was about to say that those who impersonate false beliefs deserve no good end, must forever descend to hell, but then she suddenly remembered that the Fischer family was also impersonating members of the Sea God Cult at night, and she fell silent.

“It seems we are of the same mind.”

Byrne nodded his head, speaking with utmost seriousness, “Just as we impersonate members of the Sea God Cult, there are also those who impersonate followers of the Lord of the Lost.”

“They offered an entire town as a sacrifice in the name of the followers of the Lord of the Lost, one can only wonder which evil being they offered it to, and what boon they expect to receive. This event has not spread widely yet, but it will surely shake the major churches as well as the entire Cyart Kingdom!”

He recalled everything he experienced at the Alchemy Council and took a deep breath.

Although he did not know the specific reasons, people had already started searching for traces of the Lord of the Lost in the Eastern Four Kingdoms, and now they could further narrow down their search area.

“In time, more and more forces will head to the East Coast Province. Some hope to find the followers of the Lord of the Lost while others intend to impersonate them, engaging in secretive, dark deeds.”

With his piece said, he fell silent. A tense and oppressive atmosphere spread in the cellar, and everyone understood that the actions of the Dawn Church would have to be even more hidden and cautious, as the likelihood of being discovered was getting higher.

Irene wasn’t afraid in the face of a more chaotic situation and asked about the next topic,

“What are we going to do next? We have already caused the downfall of the Kesse family, but there are still loose ends that haven’t been properly tied up.”

Byrne pondered for a moment before nodding and beginning to speak,

“Indeed, there is much to be done. We need to take over the territory of the Kesse family and not give the Leander family, let alone the Garcia family, any chance.”

He paused suddenly as he said this.

“As for the matter of Theo’s son, I had actually anticipated it already, but at that time I had no way to provide a solution. Now, however, there are ways for him to vent his hatred.”

Irene also sighed about Theo’s situation, then instructed, “Besides this, remember to reward Vanessa and the others. Although everyone has been loyal all along, we cannot neglect rewards and punishments.”

“Yes, of course I understand.”

Byrne immediately responded.

This emergency family meeting thus concluded, with Chris standing silently on the side throughout, not uttering an extra word.

Meanwhile, Karl, floating high in the air, was quietly listening to the entire family meeting.

When he heard about the followers of the Lord of the Lost offering an entire town as sacrifice, he experienced an inexplicable feeling.

Which Lost followers?

Why do I not know about them?

Soon after, Karl realized there must be others impersonating his followers, performing those acts not permitted by people.

The situation on the East Coast was becoming more complicated.

It wasn’t just this force that suddenly appeared impersonating his followers; there were other secret organizations like the Sea God Cult, the Alchemy Council, and the group that had recently tried to abduct Chris.

All of them had different goals and intentions, emerging one after another amidst the divisions and internal strife of the major churches, secretly pushing the East Coast Province towards even greater chaos.

Without a doubt, for the very weak Fischer family, the future environment of the East Coast Province would become more perilous and chaotic.

They would need to be more cautious and gain more strength to overcome the numerous difficulties that would inevitably arise.

What truly concerned Karl was that “constellation” trying to take Chris.

“That one” appeared to be not of this world, but from another dimension.

What Chris saw was merely its projection.

Yet the being, by mere projection, was already a hugely exaggerated presence, and even toward the entire Claud World, it posed a great threat.

“An otherworldly god?”

——

After the family meeting concluded, Byrne left Fischer Manor at once to find the despondent Theo.

Theo’s state was indeed dire. He was in a tavern in the West City District, furiously downing rum, reeking of alcohol from head to toe.

“Captain Theo, drink up, keep drinking, it’ll all be better when you’re drunk.”

Quite a few of the Fischer family’s guards were surrounding him, trying their best to console this respected captain who had lost his son in middle age.

Theo said nothing, just silently drinking on and on.

While they were at the tavern, the rest of the Nasir citizens maintained their silence.

Everyone could see that Mr. Theo was in sorrow, so no one dared to let out a laugh.

In several taverns around Nasir Town, there was an unwritten rule that certain individuals could drink whatever they wanted for free; the establishments would not charge these individuals, and the esteemed Theo was clearly on that list.

Seeing something was seriously off with Mr. Theo of the Fischer family, the tavern owner voluntarily had the maids bring round after round of drinks.