Chapter 9 - Chapter 9: Chapter 8 Granting Knowledge (2/2)

“The True Gods Church harbors great hostility towards all mystical beings apart from the True Gods themselves, especially those deities not recognized by the mainstream…”

True Gods Church?

Listening silently, Karl delved deep into thought; he could sense the varying strengths of the ten seals deep within his soul, but the entities that had placed those seals undoubtedly possessed substantial and undeniable power.

He couldn’t help but follow that train of thought; could it be that the entities that sealed his soul’s memories were actually the so-called gods worshiped by the True Gods Church?

“Yes, you must learn to keep secrets.”

Byrne nodded slightly, also feeling that the existence of the Lord of the Lost inherently contained immense danger. If exposed, the entire Fischer family would be doomed beyond recovery; they absolutely had to act cautiously.

He agreed with his father’s view, saying timidly and nervously,

“Father is right, according to what I’ve read in books, our identities are considered extremely evil in the eyes of the church. Keeping secrets is the most important principle.”

Lucius added, “What needs to be kept secret is the very existence of the Lord of the Lost. Irene, on the other hand, doesn’t need to hide her power deliberately, because among spellcasters, there are those who wield healing magic.”

“In fact, in order to accumulate money, displaying that healing ability is necessary.”

Irene pondered, realizing that money was indeed a resource she must possess to obtain extraordinary materials and mysterious rare artifacts.

However, with her limited perspective, she still didn’t quite understand how to exchange her powers for money. Would she have to go to the market and heal diseases for the merchants? Perhaps that was indeed a possibility.

Uncle Lucius’s face showed a lazy expression once again as he smiled and said, “Don’t be anxious, I’m going to Nasir City to scout around for information and look for opportunities we can take advantage of.”

At night, in the taverns of Nasir Town.

The spacious hall was filled with rough but sturdy wooden tables and chairs, and the dim, faint light from the lanterns hung on the walls.

The sailors and fishermen of the port city of Nasir were the mainstay of the tavern, their loud chatter and laughter unending.

Lucius, looking languid, pushed open the door and strolled in, tossing a silver coin up and down in his hand.

He extended his hand and deftly flicked the silver coin, which leaped out and landed perfectly on the table in front of the bartender.

“Barkeep, I’ll need a few pints of malt beer, ah, and it would be nice to have someone to chat with, I’ll buy them a drink, too.”

Lucius sat down with a smile, quickly attracting the attention of those around him.

The tavern was undoubtedly the most convenient place to gather local information, and he soon began to learn about the various powers within this port city, important figures, and even some “get rich” channels.

Come the early hours of the morning, Lucius left the tavern, drunk, with a few armed sailors stealthily trailing behind.

Before he left town, he suddenly drew his sword and loudly warned,

“I advise you not to think that a foreign mercenary who has killed many is a so-called ‘easy target.’ Be careful, lest you pay with your lives.”

After his rebuke, the sailors didn’t follow any further.

Once outside the town, Lucius suddenly felt it was a pity; with the extraordinary power granted by that great entity, he had no need to fear those fellows and could have instead gained an unexpected windfall.

Before entering Nasir Town, Lucius had already had his son test the actual effect of the “protective runes” that came with extraordinary power—attacks from common folk wielding swords could basically be stopped.

As a veteran battle-hardened mercenary, he knew well that with this power he stood head and shoulders above the common folk.

“It truly is power beyond the mundane…”

But then he thought, if he killed them, he might offend the local dockside merchant powers, and Lucius felt it was better not to engage in a fight.

“After all, suitable targets have already been identified; what remains to be seen is just how strong Irene’s healing power is.”

He had already set his sights on the real “easy targets” of Nasir Town.