From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

There are twelve more years until the peace treaty between Cyart and Rhea expires.

Cyart has entered a relatively stable period, and commodity prices near the East Coast have gradually stabilized, except for the prices of Extraordinary materials, which have never decreased.

Once the prices went up, they stayed up, showing no tendency to fall back to previous levels.

Fortunately, the Fischer family’s income has also greatly increased over these four years, not because the new potions they developed later were more effective, but solely due to that one energy potion they had developed earlier.

Its effect was not particularly good, just passable, with its biggest advantage being the low cost.

However, Mr. Gold was a business genius, and he put forward a suggestion that made the sales of the energy potion gradually skyrocket.

That was to market it not as a medicine, but as a food additive to various food vendors, and since the product truly had no apparent side effects, and Viscount Bast was Mr. Gold’s brother-in-law, the city hall passed their proposal.

Soon, those merchants selling food found that their food became more popular, while those who did not add the energy potion were squeezed out of certain business opportunities.

As a result, every food merchant in Fein City rushed to purchase the energy potions from the Fischer family, who then had to find more people to subcontract production.

Mr. Gold began to persuade Byrne to consider a joint investment in a food processing plant to produce foods with the added energy potion themselves.

However, factories were a novel concept in Cyart over the recent years, and everyone was not very familiar with them; there had never been a so-called food processing plant in the East Coast region.

Even Mr. Gold had only heard descriptions of how it was done in the empire, and Byrne always found it unreliable and hesitated.

Now, the Fischer family would receive up to thirty-five Gold Coins in profits every month, and even after subtracting various expenses over four years, they had still accumulated a substantial fund of five hundred and thirty-five Gold Coins.

Two years ago, Irene also established a Daybreak Orphanage in Fein City, and the first group of orphans they took in numbered over fifty.

Meanwhile, with the Fischer family gradually increasing their investment, the conditions at both orphanages improved, and the children were mostly grateful to Irene.

With the rapid influx of outsiders, Fein City’s population far surpassed that of Nasir Town, and still, many orphans were homeless and destitute.

Over the years, Irene grew ever fonder of the children and even felt an urge to open a third orphanage to take in more kids, but reason held her back.

According to surveys, there were hundreds of orphans throughout Fein City, and the Fischers couldn’t possibly take them all in with their current financial capacity.

At most, she could offer a free window for distributing food to the orphans and treat those with serious illnesses whenever she went to Fein City.

Over the years, the orphans of Fein City had come to call Irene the “walking saint,” their greatest dream being to live in the Daybreak Orphanage.

At present, the Fischer family was almost considered the wealthiest in the small locality of Nasir, matched only by the wealth of the new town chief.

Town Chief Francis was not an ordinary town chief; he was the younger brother of Baron Hovern, but as a member of the Hovern family who was not an Extraordinary Exponent, he was at best qualified to hold the position of town chief.

Compared to the former town chief, Town Chief Francis was still not excellent, showing little interest in managing Nasir Town.

His greatest passion was to gallop through the town, laughing loudly, and on several occasions, he nearly ran into people. Byrne guessed the man was probably depressed, thinking that a small place like Nasir wasn’t worthy of him.

Tonight, in the basement of the Fischer family’s mansion, Irene, Byrne, and Chris were gathered together.

Chris had grown to be ten years old, looking increasingly delicate, resembling a finely carved doll, with silver-white, slightly curly long hair, even though he was not a silver descendant, and easily mistaken for a girl.

Byrne had a gentle appearance as a child as well, but compared to Chris, the difference was vast. He occasionally even wondered if Chris had some hidden elf ancestry, which might explain his hair color and features.

Chris had also grown taller, yet his reticent nature had not changed at all.

The entire basement was now fully furnished, with all the ritual implements needed for the worship, including incense, candles, fresh flowers, fruits, offerings, and other items, all neatly arranged.

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Aside from these, there were also statues and banners belonging to the great Lord of the Lost.

Irene personally crafted a black cross stone sculpture as the statue of Lord of the Lost, but did not worship it, because for daily prayers she could directly venerate the sacred bottle-shaped object.

Furthermore, she also paired it with a matching banner, upon which the insignia was also a black cross radiance, of course, all these items could not leave the basement.

At this moment, the scent of incense had already enveloped the basement, Irene knelt on the ground silently praying, her face full of pious devotion.

Byrne glanced at Irene, then turned to Chris, who had been waiting leisurely for quite a long time, and solemnly said,

“Chris, today we shall grant you extraordinary power, the Power of Consecution, from this day forward you will become even more unlike the common man.”

He paused for a moment, as Chris was already quite a unique individual.

Chris nodded silently, showing no intention of replying to Byrne, then when the time came, they knelt down together before the transparent bottle, praying to the great Lord of the Lost for new blessings.

They offered up a Class 1 Extraordinary Material, the “Secular Thoughts Demon Flower,” which appeared to be grey petals with black pupils on them.

Karl channeled the Spirituality from within the Secular Thoughts Demon Flower, arriving once again in the unpredictable and elusive Spirit Realm, seeking new Extraordinary Laws there.

He found yet another “constellation.”

Meanwhile, Karl could sense some mysterious entities observing his actions around the Spirit Realm.

However, they all dared not make a rash move, not having the slightest intention of touching him.

Frankly, Karl was rather curious about those existences in the Spirit Realm, as for the level of danger, it was irrelevant; after all, should danger arise he could retreat to the real world at a moment’s notice.

He established a brand-new God Pantheon stairway, the Path of Tranquility.

Power of Consecution, “Hunter.”

The 1st Rank of the Path of Tranquility, “Hunter” was a vision in the constellations, a middle-aged man lying in the snowy ground, silently lurking in a deep blue color.

Karl returned to the real world, presenting the dark blue Spiritual Radiance that was calm and silent, quietly alighting on the still very young Chris.

He closed his eyes, peacefully feeling the extraordinary power he had received.

First was the enhancement of his physical fitness, a little less than that of “Gladiator,” and then the increase in Spirituality, a bit more than that of “Gladiator.”

The Power of Consecution of the “Hunter” could not be considered as balanced point allocation, but it was also not an extreme stage.

The Hunter had two extraordinary traits, namely “Tracking Senses” and “Trap Making.”

“Tracking Senses” brought about the all-round strengthening of the five senses, and even allowed for ultra-long-distance tracking based on clues left long ago, an actively triggered special state that could clearly see the trail left by the target and various “scents” in the air.

“Trap Making” was the ability to turn anything into traps, allowing anyone possessing it to become a leading Trap Master, highly suitable for chaotic real combat.

Chris, who reopened his eyes, nodded, tilted his head slightly, and finally uttered a brief sentence.

“Lord of the Lost, thank you.”

Irene and Byrne were both incredulous, they did not expect Chris would know to thank the deity.

They had originally thought that with his eccentric personality he would surely just nod and then turn to leave.

A gentle and relieved smile appeared on Irene’s face.

Deep in her heart, she knew something, that was Chris seldom spoke but never lied, the thanks he just expressed must have been sincere.

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