Chapter 68 - Chapter 68: Chapter 66 Sea God Cult (1/2)

Chapter 68: Chapter 66 Sea God Cult

Lady Isaac’s words carried weight, and since the atmosphere of the tea party had reached this point, the noble families, who spoke daily of helping the weak, had no reason to object.

However, the specific amount of money to contribute was a headache for everyone.

Fortunately, Lady Isaac had come prepared and handed each person a piece of writing paper, indicating that the donations were anonymous and uncounted, which greatly relieved many of the ladies.

They were to write their pledges there and then, with Lady Isaac providing an advance, and afterwards, everyone was to give the agreed sum to her.

Before the tea party ended, Chris pulled on Margaret’s sleeve, pursed his lips, and looked down without speaking.

But the meaning he was expressing was understood by the experienced adults.

Soon, a servant came to lead Chris to the washroom.

Once out of everyone’s sight, Chris walked past a wall that had a mermaid painting on it. His hands were as nimble as a skilled magician’s, and he easily took out the piece of paper marked with the “Secret Ear Technique” from behind the painting.

While Chris was in the washroom, the servants outside even joked:

“Maybe there’s a god who controls the washrooms of the world.”

When Chris returned, he just heard Lady Isaac clapping her hands. She sat in the place of honor and said solemnly:

“Well, ladies, let’s call it a day for today’s tea party.”

Lady Isaac then turned her attention specifically to Margaret and Chris.

“You two stay behind. Regarding the matter of donating that money to Madam Irene’s orphanage, I want to communicate more with your Fischer family.”

Chris didn’t want to stay behind with Margaret at all, yet her reasoning was sound.

So, once everyone else had left, only Margaret and Chris remained. Lady Isaac handed over the donation of thirty Gold Coins in the form of a banknote to Margaret herself.

Lady Isaac stretched out her somewhat aged hand and spoke very earnestly:

“Margaret, please deliver this money to Madam Irene. Charity for the children is in line with the Moon Lady’s expectations, and we cannot just sit here talking without taking action.”

Margaret was moved and said, “I really can’t thank you enough, I truly never expected you to be so generous. The orphans will surely be touched.”

Eh, Chris, standing by, suddenly thought of something very important.

Since the donations were anonymous and the amounts not disclosed, only Lady Isaac herself knew exactly how much she had given to the Fischer family’s orphanage and how much was contributed by everyone.

Afterwards, due to various reasons, everyone was likely not to check the accounts privately.

“At the last tea party, you mentioned you were pregnant, Margaret.”

Lady Isaac picked up a cup of tea, turned her back, and suddenly threw out a personal question about Margaret.

“Yes, that’s right. I hope to have a girl. Darren is too lonely by himself; it would be nice if he had a sister.”

Lady Isaac nodded and continued:

“Margaret, an Extraordinary Exponent can only produce a limited number of offspring in their lifetime, and each of your children will be the future and hope of the Fischer family.”

Although the details were unknown, Extraordinary Exponents indeed had low fertility, and there were limits to the number of children they could bear, and they themselves could vaguely sense this, knowing whether they had reached their limit.

According to the True Gods Church, this was a limitation imposed by the gods.

In the Second Era, Extraordinary Exponents could keep having children without end, obviating the need for ordinary humans, which eventually led to a “cataclysm,” causing the complete destruction of the Second Era.

Now in the Fourth Era, the first three eras and their beings had been completely ended by various different “cataclysms,” with only the supreme gods standing eternally in the world.

“Actually, I haven’t thought that far ahead; I just hope to allow my child to not regret having been born.”

Margaret beamed happily, gently caressing her belly and slightly bowing her head.

She didn’t feel that Darren and the new baby needed to carry any burden at all.