Chapter 19 - Chapter 19: Chapter 18: The New Marvels (2/2)
“However, you can only kill me, but you can’t fundamentally defeat the East Coast people.”
“We should be the rightful masters of this land, you Cyart people are bandits, demons. You say we are born low and worthless, but the people of the East Coast will prove you wrong!”
There was a subtle change in Irene’s expression. Two years ago, that elderly priest had claimed that she and her brother were born low and their souls worthless.
The middle-aged priest’s face, illuminated by the firelight, suddenly brimmed with fighting spirit and excitement.
“Remember this, the East Coast people will never be your stepping stones forever!”
Lucius raised the blade in his hand high without hesitation and plunged it with all his might into the priest’s chest, rupturing his heart and lungs.
His voice deep, he said, “No matter how many words the dead have, no matter how impassioned or stirring, they’re worth less than a living man’s piss.”
The middle-aged priest trembled, his eyes wide open in unwillingness as he collapsed for the last time.
Lucius collapsed to the ground, and quickly, Irene rushed to extend her hand.
“Hold on, Lucius.”
The green light in her eyes flickered as she effortlessly healed Lucius’s near-useless arm.
“Praise the great Lord of the Lost, this power is truly formidable…”
The pain diminished in an instant, and Lucius, amid his amazement, praised the Lord of the Lost sincerely for the first time. The power to save was always rarer than the power to kill.
Karl gazed silently at the sky, roughly deducing the origin of the “protect” runes. The purple finger amulet was probably just a Collectible class mysterious rare artifact.
The source of Irene’s “healing” runes, the transparent bottle that he resided in, was at least a 2nd Rank “Treasure class” mysterious rare artifact.
As for the even higher “Forbidden” and “Untouchable” class artifacts, it would be hard for them to appear in the small area of the East Coast.
A patrol of over a hundred men finally appeared. Having been called away from the town, they returned to fight the fire and search and kill the jungle natives.
The scattered jungle natives, about a dozen in total, were either captured or killed, none escaped.
The raging fire destroyed half a street’s worth of houses, and due to the fire and slaughter, more than fifty citizens of Nasir Town perished.
The armored sheriff, several knights from the town, and clan elders joined forces in front of the Fischer house to see Lucius emerge, holding a head and shouting out to the crowd amidst his escorts.
“The leader of the jungle natives, that priest, has been killed by me!”
The people of Nasir Town witnessed this scene, and shouts and cheers soon followed, even chanting the Fischer surname!
Lucius slowly approached the sheriff, who looked utterly surprised, and with a trustworthy smile and a cunning glint in his eyes, he spoke softly,
“Esteemed sheriff, when you report this matter to Lord Baron, please make sure to include me.”
The sheriff looked as sullen as a liver, on a night when too many had died in Nasir Town, he couldn’t escape responsibility as the sheriff and immediately said, “The responsibility isn’t mine alone; the town chief ordered us to search for the jungle natives outside the town! Don’t blame me for this!”
“Oh, so it was the town chief, was it?”
Lucius slightly bowed his head, lost in deep thought, then looked up with a chillingly cold smile.
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Nasir Town suffered heavy losses overnight, but the rewards brought to the Fischer family were significant, not just in terms of spoils but also in terms of reputation.
Lucius himself almost became a hero of the whole Nasir Town, commanding everyone’s respect, and the image of the Fischer family grew exceedingly positive in the eyes of the people.
The total value of the spoils obtained by the Fischer family amounted to about fifteen Gold Coins, mainly from the head bounties of three extraordinary exponent natives, while the blue axe, although damaged, was still a fine mysterious rare artifact after all.
After finding the right spellcaster to repair the axe, Irene knelt down solemnly and offered it to the great Lord of the Lost.
Karl finally received a portion of new Spiritual Power, although the blue axe was still a “Collectible class” mysterious rare artifact.
“No sense of the seal loosening, and still a long way from breaking the next layer of the seal,” he mused.
He bestow the “accelerate” blue rune to Byrne.
The ecstatic Byrne immediately tried using the blue rune he received, discovering that every use of “accelerate” consumed a small amount of stamina, and it took roughly tens of seconds before he could use the blue “accelerate” rune again.
And in the moment of acceleration, his movement speed would reach several times the original.
In fact, the final effect of “accelerate” was a fixed value, rather than providing a better effect for faster individuals.
Days later, when Baron Hovern finally received the news and came from Fein City, he decided to launch an immediate retaliation against the jungle natives.