Chapter 93 - Chapter 93: Chapter 89: Civilization and Barbarism (5th update!) (2/2)

“Our Fischer family originally lived just outside Nasir Town, a stone’s throw from the jungle. It wouldn’t be wrong to call us barbarians.”

He continued jokingly,

“Decency and elegance are but a façade for the Fischer family. Should any domineering family dare to bully us, they would find that beneath our veneer lies barbarity and ferocity, ready to bite the oppressor full of wounds.”

After hearing these statements “self-proclaiming as barbarians,” Baron Leander gave a cold, mocking laugh, apparently unconcerned by the veiled threats in Byrne’s words.

“Then, farewell, Baron Byrne. I still hope that the next time we meet, we are not enemies.”

Once Baron Leander had left the drawing room, Byrne rose calmly from his seat. Beneath the savage ferocity, the Fischer family harbored an even more terrifying aspect.

Secretive, cautious, silent, unforgiving.

All their power stemmed from the great Lord of the Lost.

Irene, looking at the hundreds of guests attending the banquet, felt a deep sense of satisfaction. The Fischer family had finally found its firm footing.

By the time Byrne returned to the banquet hall, the entire event had already reached its conclusion.

He approached Irene and the two exchanged a few words in private.

After listening, Irene’s expression turned subtle, and she laughed,

“They clearly want to snatch away Fischer land, yet they’re willing to symbolically offer fifty Gold Coins. The man is quite nice, haha.”

She understood why the Leander family was willing to pay this sum.

They were both greedy by nature and afraid to risk a desperate fight with the Fischer family.

Thirteen-year-old Chris now had the qualifications to attend formal banquets.

He suddenly noticed a gaze and furrowed his brow.

Baron Kesse sat in his seat, silently staring at him, with eyes like those of a snake or lizard, which sent chills down the spine, as if he had set his sights on prey.

At that moment, Assistant Priest Zayne, who had retired early from the banquet to rest, entered the hall.

Both Baron Kesse and Baron Leander could no longer sit still.

The seven viscounts and twelve barons of the East Coast Province, of course, all recognized Zayne.

The Tempest Bishop rarely handled matters personally; almost all significant issues involving the Tempest Church were usually attended to by Zayne, his right hand.

Why was Assistant Priest Zayne here?

The two, who had appeared composed at the banquet, immediately became respectful and hastened to greet Zayne.

Zayne wasn’t particularly close with them, merely nodding calmly and politely as they interacted.

As the banquet concluded, Byrne, accompanied by a dozen servants, personally escorted Assistant Priest Zayne and the two barons out of Nasir Town.

No sooner had they walked out of the estate than they saw hundreds of townsfolk gathered outside the main gate, blocking it so completely that not even water could pass through.

The two barons exchanged looks. Could it be that Fischer’s peasantry had rebelled?

Rebellions by the peasantry were rare indeed, given the overwhelming power held by the Extraordinary overlords.

No matter how desperate ordinary people were, it was futile; even with flintlocks, they struggled to contend with true powerhouses.

Zayne fell silent for a long while before asking, “What’s going on? Why have they all gathered here? Has the Fischer family gone too far in some matter?”

Burning houses, massacring, looting, and torturing commoners were all too common among nobles.

As long as there were no mass casualties, the Tempest Church wouldn’t concern itself with such trivial matters.

And why be concerned about mass casualties? Of course, because a high number of deaths might involve heretical sacrificial activities.

Since becoming a true noble, Byrne had also seen that the ordinary people who respected him also instinctively carried a hint of fear in their eyes.

He had heard of the evil deeds Baron Hovern had once committed in Nasir Town, such as tying a family to horses and dragging them through the streets without reason, or suddenly taking a daughter from a family.

That man, who was courteous and gentle in front of knights and the wealthy, was in fact a nightmare to the common people.

The Extraordinary overlords were lambs of the gods, and the common folk were nothing but grass meant for their sustenance, utterly bereft of any means to resist.