Chapter 82 - Chapter 82: Chapter 80: The Path of Knowledge’s Promotion Direction (Seeking Monthly Passes!) (2/2)

Byrne remained sufficiently respectful, but the other’s next words left him unsure how to respond.

The Assistant Priest calmly continued to ask, “Does your family worship the Tempest Overlord?”

“The Lord of Salvation…” Byrne could only reply through gritted teeth.

“Haha, you don’t seem that hypocritical. Sooner or later, you will clash with the people of the Salvation Church.”

The Assistant Priest’s sneer persisted, clearly harboring a great prejudice against the Salvation Church.

“Alright, regarding the matter of the evil cultist, you just answer whatever I ask you next.”

The Assistant Priest waved his hand and began to ask questions one by one, and Byrne answered fluently. Of course, what he recounted was not the truth but another version of the “facts.”

“Right, you initially said that the guy had a Treasure-class Mysterious rare artifact on him. Was it taken by your Fischer family afterward?”

He suddenly gazed at the other with a playful look in his eyes.

Byrne’s face changed slightly.

Could it be that the Assistant Priest wanted to force him to hand over the item? But that Mysterious rare artifact had become a sacrificial offering to the Lord of the Lost.

“Logically, I have the right to confiscate the possessions of evil cultists, but since your family has contributed to fighting against the evil cultists, consider it a reward for you.”

He looked at Byrne, who was stunned, and sneered coldly, “Don’t put on that face. Humph, a Treasure-class Mysterious rare artifact is not significant enough to make me shameless.”

“However, if it were a Forbidden rare artifact, even one with a three-digit number, I would definitely snatch it up.”

He suddenly stretched out his hand and said, “Give me your flintlock.”

Byrne, without refusing, handed over the gun and saw the Assistant Priest aim the flintlock at his own head and fire without hesitation.

“Bang!”

The next moment, the Assistant Priest caught the bullet that flew out with his other hand.

“How could such a toy possibly shake the status of an Extraordinary Exponent? That evil cultist actually suffered severe injuries from so many bullets. Was it caused by your power?”

Byrne nodded in acknowledgment, appearing sincere as he said, “In fact, I am not only a knight but also have the talent of a transformation-type Spellcaster. At that time, I weakened the opponent’s defense with a Spell.”

“Then you really are one in a million, a lucky fellow.”

The Assistant Priest only chuckled in response to the explanation and nodded, not commenting further but merely acknowledging.

“That will be all for now, as the Church has many other matters that require my attention.”

The old Priest, puzzled, looked up and asked, “So, Great Priest Assistant, what about my punishment from the Church?”

“Punishment? Why should I punish you?”

Upon hearing the old Priest’s query, the Assistant Priest shook his head expressionlessly and then said calmly,

“You are just a fringe figure of the Tempest Church, and the final situation has long exceeded your capabilities. Since the main culprits haven’t escaped, why should I punish you?”

The old Priest bowed his head and let out a long sigh, sinking into deep silence and self-blame.

Byrne could feel that, despite the Assistant Priest’s disregard for others’ feelings when speaking, he seemed to be a decent person.

After leaving the church, the Assistant Priest, surrounded by servants, furrowed his brow, feeling the need to pay closer attention to this town called Nasir in the future.

The Child of the Abyss had ultimately been destroyed abruptly, most likely by the secret intervention of a Monarch-level power.

A so-called miracle? Hmph, what a strange expression, it’s utterly impossible.

The several major churches are all very clear. Decades ago, the gods became increasingly silent. The last divine decree on the Ouden Continent even dated back to ten years ago. How could there be a miracle now?

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Months later, Byrne and Margaret’s second child was born.

It was a girl.

She looked just like Chris and Darren had years ago, very fragile and delicate, with a complex red brand on her hand.

The entire family gathered around the baby, each one of them looking very happy.

Byrne had already discussed with his wife about the child’s name; since it was a daughter, they would call her Lilian.

Lilian, meaning “The Oath with the Gods.”

The townspeople came to congratulate them one after another. Because the Fischer family had presided over the reconstruction efforts, their reputation had climbed another rung with several hundred townspeople bringing gifts.

Many of those who brought gifts were even people made homeless by the disaster, offering their few remaining treasured possessions, hoping to repay the Fischer family.

At night, the chubby little Darren bit his finger, seemingly entranced as he looked at his sister in the cradle, then smiled and handed over a piece of hidden candy.

“Eat candy, eat candy! Sister, eat candy!”

The small baby’s hand instinctively clutched the candy, utterly oblivious to what was happening in the outside world.