Chapter 98 - Chapter 98: Chapter 94 Going up the Mountain (Request for Monthly Tickets!) (2/2)
Could it be that even the Rhea People are here?
Byrne frowned slightly, never having expected that the real Alchemy Council was a secret organization spanning across the Eastern Four Kingdoms.
He felt uneasy and extremely curious, why would Viscount Bast bring him here?
His only wish was for the Fischer family to become one among the many vassals of the Lion clan, as a counterbalance to the threat from the Garcia viscount family. Could it be that every vassal was brought here by Bast?
He had a vague feeling that it was not the case. In fact, upon their first meeting, Viscount Bast had seemed unusually cordial, and it appeared as if he had always been waiting for Byrne’s arrival.
Why?
Byrne knew there must be some reason that made Viscount Bast value him so much.
The two entered the towering, majestic Sacred Palace, which was in a state of utter disrepair, with collapsed walls and stone pillars everywhere.
He soon saw in the center of the palace a long table made of some mysterious white metal that he didn’t recognize, pristine white and exquisitely crafted.
Around the white table sat six people dressed differently, each wearing a pure white mask on their face.
Although the five individuals surrounding looked dissimilar in their attire, their seats suggested no obvious difference in status. Byrne noticed that it was really just the person seated at the head of the table who was more prominent and distinct.
Because of the effect of the pure white masks, Byrne couldn’t make out his face at all.
The man was dressed in a purple robe, like a cloud of pure wisdom in the fog, knowing all the knowledge in the world. It seemed that anyone who came into contact with him, receiving even a bit of guidance, might have their fate completely changed.
Before taking his seat, Viscount Bast bowed deeply to the mysterious person at the head, speaking with utmost respect.
“Chairman, this is the newcomer I wish to introduce into the council. I have already paid the price in advance at our last gathering.”
His tone was extremely reverent, even bordering on obsequious.
Paid the price in advance?
Byrne was inwardly amazed and increasingly perplexed. It meant that Viscount Bast had intended to recruit him into the council for some time, but why?
The man at the head nodded slightly and uttered one term.
“Mithril.”
His voice was very cold, devoid of any human emotion.
Turning to Byrne, Viscount Bast said:
“Very well, from now on your codename in the Alchemy Council will be ‘Mithril.’ Remember it, as you cannot reveal it outside.”
After he finished, he paused and then added: “My codename is Dragon Crystal, as for the others…”
“I’ll tell him,” the mysterious chairman interjected with a slight wave of his hand. Instantly, information surfaced in Byrne’s mind, and within moments he knew all the codenames of those present.
Their codenames were all metals or minerals with mystical powers, precious materials needed in many alchemy recipes.
“Mithril,” “Dragon Crystal,” “Time Stasis Stone,” “Moon River Stone,” “Spirit Essence,” “Star Metal,” “Solar Gold.”
Byrne was astounded, information unexpectedly infused into his brain without warning, instinctively making him feel awe towards the mysterious chairman.
Who exactly was this person?
Byrne took a deep breath and bowed with great politeness, respectfully saying, “Good day, Mr. Chairman; I am very grateful for your acceptance of me.”
The chairman did not respond to Byrne’s polite words, his tone indifferent and unemotional: “As usual, you all should proceed with the exchange.”
The first to speak in the Alchemy Council was “Solar Gold.”
His voice boomed with an impressive magnitude, like the weight of a great mountain: “It has been three whole years since we last met, very good. It seems every member of the council is still alive.”
Meet only once in three years?
Byrne found it unbelievable; no wonder Viscount Bast kept saying it was such a coincidence, it was too much of a coincidence that he would encounter an opportunity that came only once in three years.
He even had a strange feeling, as if some invisible force was propelling him to join the Alchemy Council.
Byrne quickly realized something; the towering “Solar Gold” was sitting in the second seat from the bottom. He was likely the second highest-ranking person in the council after the chairman.
If this was indeed the case, Byrne felt his status was undoubtedly the lowest, while Viscount Bast’s was second from the bottom.
This discovery was utterly astonishing. Viscount Bast was undeniably a major figure on the East Coast who could make things happen, If the rest of the council members held even higher positions…
Who on earth were these people?
Viscount Bast spoke up: “The Sea God Cult is stirring. They will further test the Tempest Church, and it won’t be long before war breaks out on the East Coast.”
The Sea God Cult! War!
Byrne furrowed his brow tightly; if Viscount Bast’s words held true, the entire East Coast was unquestionably the prime conflict zone.
“Moon River Stone,” dressed in elaborate and intricate black garb, his voice that of a very young man or even a youth, said:
“The Rhea people are showing signs of internal conflict again. If the Rhea people burst into civil war once more, they likely won’t have the capacity to go to war with the Cyart people for the next few years.”
Each piece of information exchanged by those present was of great importance. Byrne listened in silence, not daring to speak, feeling completely out of place.
The information from the next person gave him chills, absolutely hair-raising.
“Star Metal,” a woman in a light blue robe, spoke slowly:
“The information about the followers of the Lord of the Lost within the Eastern Four Kingdoms that I have been seeking for three years—do you have any news?”