Chapter 22 - Chapter 22: Chapter 21: The Establishment of Esoteric Buddhism: Dawn (2/2)

But the other party could detect his presence, and he could pinpoint the old servant’s position anytime and anywhere, sensing his emotions.

“The time has come; the current development of the Fischer family has reached a bottleneck and must further expand the recruitment of more people dedicated to my resurrection.”

The resurrection was taking far too long, and Karl had realized deep down that the mere three and a half “chess pieces” at his disposal were utterly insufficient.

He had to further expand the scale of the “chess pieces” under his control.

It was late at night when Byrne returned home in the family’s carriage after dining with the Taylor family. As soon as he stepped out of the carriage, he saw the old servant approaching him with a tense expression, clearly having waited at the courtyard gate for a long time.

“Master Byrne, I heard it! I truly heard it!”

Byrne was slightly taken aback, not understanding the servant’s meaning at all, and asked instinctively, “Heard what, what exactly are you talking about?”

The old man looked at Byrne with an expression of sheer terror, incessantly claiming to have heard the voice of that great entity.

“Yes, it’s Him, I don’t know who He is, but I heard His voice!”

“He is the Lord of the Lost, so great; I am as insignificant as dust in His presence, utterly humble.”

Byrne’s expression grew increasingly troubled.

The old man, after speaking, could not help but kneel on the ground and began to silently pray.

Wait a minute!

The Lord of the Lost he is speaking of couldn’t be!

Byrne was extremely shocked in his heart, completely clueless about what was going on, and managed to say in a lowered voice, subdued by astonishment, “Come with me.”

He then took the old servant to the basement and summoned his father and Irene, telling them about the incident.

The core members of the Fischer family were shocked upon learning of the matter, finding it utterly incredible.

The old servant was ordered to wait outside the basement while the three Fischers resumed their discussion.

Karl’s will also took residence in Irene, becoming an observer of yet another Fischer family meeting.

Sometimes he found family meetings amusingly interesting, as the thought processes of mortals, constrained by their horizons, were often bizarre and curious.

“We must never allow our blood to flow out carelessly in the future; it appears that our blood contains mysterious power,” said Byrne with a pale face.

“What exactly is going on? Someone actually noticed the existence of the Lord of the Lost,” Lucius said, his face already showing traces of aging, his expression more grave.

The matter at hand was extremely important. Irene and Byrne remained silent, finding it difficult to directly reply.

“Perhaps, directly asking our Lord could simply resolve the issue.”

Irene, with her flowing black hair and eyes like incredibly precious gems, closed her eyes and began to murmur to herself.

“Great Lord of the Lost, please let us know if this is your will.”

“We are your faithful followers, the beneficiaries of the Fischer family, awaiting Your guidance here.”

Lucius and Byrne both kept silent, and after a while, Irene finally reopened her eyes.

She spoke with a somewhat excited tone, “I have received the guidance of the great Lord of the Lost!”

Byrne and Lucius looked at each other and continued to listen.

The great Lord of the Lost desired them to share His blood with the common people as much as possible, as He could influence those ordinary individuals.

But the blood of members of the favored clans would have effects on common people, while the power contained by Extraordinary Exponents would neutralize the very weak influence in the blood.

For the time being, it could only affect ordinary people, but still, Lucius sternly instructed Byrne that they should not let the old servant be responsible for matters close to them in the future.

Lucius strongly approved of establishing a secret society, analyzing with utmost seriousness:

“The time has also come, the assets the family can possess are accumulating more slowly; we need new sources of income to acquire Extraordinary Materials and Mysterious Rare Artifacts.”

The Fischer family itself had recently fallen into difficulties; after expanding the guard to twenty people, the prices of various goods had been rising year by year, while the family’s wealth accumulation slowed down, just maintaining a balance between income and expenses.

Until now, the Fischer family had amassed about fifty-five Gold Coins, and the price of Extraordinary Materials had been increasingly inflated in recent years, even the cheapest Class 2 Extraordinary Material costing fifty-two Gold Coins.

Irene had no choice but to consider going outside the town to treat people in other areas, and next month she was about to visit the nearest other town, where wealthy locals suffering from diseases had already heard of “Dr. Irene.”

The main reason the Fischer family had not established a cult in the past was that it was difficult to keep a secret; historically, no matter how unbreakable a society seemed, if it continued to spread and develop, it would eventually be exposed.

Now that the great Lord of the Lost had given His command, and moreover, His great power could influence the faithful who partook of His blood, ensuring a high degree of loyalty in the “Blood Receivers,” the Fischer family could no longer afford to stay indecisive.

So, what should the secret society, established with the Fischer family at its core, be called?

After discussion among everyone, Irene finally suggested that the name of the cult should be “Dawn.”

Lucius and Byrne both felt it strange after hearing it because the image of the Lord of the Lost was a black cross halo, so why should the name of the cult that believed in Him be called Dawn?

Irene explained calmly, “If the cult’s name isn’t chosen with a good intent, ordinary people will feel resistance when they hear it.”

Karl truly felt the same inside.

A secret society called “Dark Killing Martial Fight Club” or “Pink Fluffy Rabbit” would likely scare and completely dissuade ordinary people from wanting to join upon hearing the name.

She paused for a moment, then continued to explain:

“Moreover, on that night, I saw a white light more dazzling than the sun, cutting through the suffocating endless darkness of the stormy night, bringing me the most beautiful dawn.”