Chapter 10 - Chapter 10: Chapter 9 The First Bucket of Gold (1/2)
Chapter 10: Chapter 9 The First Bucket of Gold
John was the head of the wealthy merchant family William on Nasir, owning two sailboats and more than two hundred sailors, often setting sail from the port to do business along the East Coast.
He maintained exceptionally good relations with several knight clans, sub-human tribal elders, and bands of thieves around Nasir Town, and even had the opportunity to attend banquets held by Lord Baron Hovern.
A few weeks ago, John had contracted a rare and strange illness after returning from overseas.
His once normal skin began to shed uncontrollably, becoming scarred and often oozing black blood from the wounds, his mental state aging at an unimaginable pace.
John, panicked and desperate, quickly became almost mad, spending a fortune to call numerous physicians to treat him, but to no avail.
As for the extremely rare healing type spellcasters, there were none to be found in the vicinity of Nasir Town.
He could only send his eldest son to seek help from Tempest Bishop Matthew at the Tempest Church, but unfortunately, the high-ranking bishop disdained to come to a small place like Nasir to save an insignificant merchant.
The days awaiting death were unbearable; John would wake up crying every night, praying for mercy and salvation from the Lord of Salvation.
Yet, as days passed, prayers did nothing at all—John’s body grew weaker and weaker.
He was not willing to give in!
After decades of hard work earning a fortune that would last ordinary people several lifetimes, and elevating the originally fishing-oriented William family to success, why should he die so easily?
O Gods!
You are far too harsh, cruel, and despicable!
John, lying on his deathbed, unable to speak, his eyes filled with malice, cursed the unfair gods in his heart.
Anyone would do, even a devil from hell, an evil god from the abyss—as long as they could save him, John would pay any price within his means!
“Master John, a person claiming to be a healing type spellcaster requests an audience with you.”
The docile servant knelt outside, his words like a divine melody, instantly rekindling vitality in John’s eyes.
Spellcasters with the rare gift of healing!
Trembling with excitement, he hurriedly said, “Let that spellcaster in immediately.”
The status of Extraordinary Exponents was supremely elevated, not just an identity but a genuine social class; even those who had only reached the first “Beginning” tier of extraordinary power were still an existence beyond the provocation of mortal tycoons.
All heads of noble families on the Ouden Continent were Extraordinary Exponents, and a noble family lacking a sustaining Extraordinary Exponent would collapse.
The situation of wars, the rise and fall of nations, and the development of the world throughout history had all been determined by the formidable power of Extraordinary Exponents.
There is, after all, an impassable chasm between Extraordinary Exponents and mortals!
Irene nervously entered the mansion of the rich, having never been in such close proximity to the lifestyles of the wealthy and powerful.
The courtyard’s flower beds, fountains, and sculptures created a thick artistic atmosphere and cozy vibe, with servants casting respectful glances her way—Irene could hardly breathe.
Just days ago, she was an ordinary girl from outside the town, but now she was pretending to be an aloof and superior Extraordinary Exponent.
Irene wore a black veil and donned an expensive black gown.
Renting this dress for just one day nearly drained all the money the half-handed members of the Fischer family had, with the outfit featuring a tightly cinched waist and a neck lined with soft, finely pleated ruffles in many layers.
The girl cautiously felt the clothes on her body, realizing noble attire was actually far less comfortable than her usual clothing.
Uncle Lucius, seeing the unstoppable nervousness in his niece Irene, knew it was quite normal, the ordeal probably being too much for a minor.
He immediately said, “Don’t be nervous, it’s nothing serious; Irene, we’re just facing a thoroughly frightened, scared-to-death fat sheep, that’s all.”
Irene felt odd referring to someone as a “fat sheep.”
She nodded, forced a response, “What do I need to do?”
Truthfully, after several days of interaction, Irene deeply felt that her uncle Lucius was indeed a formidable person.
He seemed to care nothing for social class, showing no reverence, and his execution was remarkable.
Lucius lazily squinted his eyes, half-serious and half-mocking as he said, “Actually, what you need to do is quite simple, and that is to keep quiet!”
Extraordinary Exponents, especially those who wielded healing powers, held esteemed status, and ordinary rich merchants often could not obtain the aid of such high-tier individuals.
Karl’s will, residing within the crimson brand on the back of Irene’s hand, was also observing everything around them.
The dwelling place of the wealthy in Nasir Town, it seemed, held the first bucket of gold the Fischer family needed.
He could easily judge that the man had been stung by some poisonous magic beast overseas and thus infected with a magical toxin.