Chapter 145: 139: The Hero’s Family! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)

On board, Byrne gazed at the purple-red stone in his hand.

“Why can’t it be used, what exactly is its purpose?”

In fact, he had considered using the purple-red stone in battle, but he didn’t expect it to be completely ineffective. Instead, it began to quiver unstably, as if it were about to unleash some power, when he learned about Erik’s death and the massacre of the Vaughn family. It wasn’t until much later that it finally calmed down.

Byrne recalled the president of the Alchemy Council, and according to his description and introduction, the activation of the purple-red stone required a combination with emotional power. Could it be that it wasn’t something that could be actively used?

Only when the most extreme emotions fused with the purple-red stone could its true power be unleashed!

“If I really succeeded in using it, I might be detected by ‘Spirit Essence,’ after all, I too can sense her use of the stone from afar. Conversely, if she still has a purple-red stone, she would be able to sense me.”

The identities of those from the Alchemy Council were mysterious and unfathomable, and deep in his heart, Byrne knew very well that it was best not to reveal his true identity.

Their ship left the island, gradually drawing closer and closer to Nasir Town.

Fortunately, the Fischer family didn’t encounter any more enemies pursuing them.

On board, the feelings of the Fischer family members were complicated; they all fell into a long silence. The entire family had sent out over a hundred people to the campaign, yet less than half had returned.

The sailboat was laden with the bodies of Fischer family members. Whether they were Extraordinary Exponents or ordinary family soldiers, not a single body had been left behind except for those who had fallen into the water that night.

Without a doubt, they had suffered the largest setback the family had known in over a decade.

At the helm, Theo stared at the distant sky and suddenly began to sing loudly, his deep and resonant voice spreading throughout the ship.

“Cyart sailors, through storm or tranquil night, we shall stand firm on our course.”

“Never abandoning our aspirations, Cyart sailors, fear not the path ahead.”

“Let the wind of the gods guide us, as we stand firm on this vast expanse of blue, steering towards a beautiful home.”

Everyone listened silently, and gradually, others joined in the song.

While some wept bitterly, crying out until they were hoarse.

Many would never return to their homeland or families.

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In the town of Nasir Town, within the newly rebuilt mansion estate of Baron Hovern.

The newly appointed town chief, Andes, who was growing increasingly obese with despair, stared blankly at the crowd gathered within Baron Hovern’s estate.

A true viscount and three barons seldom visited here, but it was rare for so many distinguished guests to come.

Some of the Cyart people who had escaped at sea had chosen this route. They were headed to Nasir Port, not Phelps Port.

The viscount family that had come to Nasir Town was none other than the Sunrise clan, which recently had conflicts with the Lion clan because of water pollution.

The head of the Sunrise clan was Viscount Geros, a man brimming with a heroic spirit, always the first to charge into battle, the epitome of a strong man in many people’s eyes.

The Sunrise clan had lived by Sunrise Lake for over five hundred years, holding significant estates. When the Cyart people arrived a hundred years ago, after failing to resist, they eventually chose to join the Cyart, remaining vassals but still owning the vast lands around Sunrise Lake.

Originally, the Sunrise clan had a friendly relationship with the Lion clan, but ever since the establishment of an industrial area in the southern part of Fein City, the situation had gradually changed.

Massive factory pollution followed the river flow, eventually pouring into Sunrise Lake, which the Sunrise clan valued greatly, causing increasingly severe water pollution that affected agricultural production.

The Sunrise clan had negotiated with the Lion clan over this, but Viscount Bast could not go against the interests of other families for their sake, leading to discord between the two clans.

“I don’t know how many people have managed to escape back, the bishop must be dead, and now it falls to Earl Hovern, the governor, to organize forces from all sides, to muster troops as soon as possible to withstand the very possible counterattack from the Sea God Cult.”

Viscount Geros, along with the three barons and a few dozen loyal knights in tow, was in the banquet hall of the mansion, everyone’s expression grim as they exchanged ongoing discussions.

“The crisis is not over yet, three Monarch powerful experts… how could so many suddenly appear?” sighed a baron, still feeling tremendous fear.

They had entered Baron Hovern’s estate of their own accord, and their armies were encamped in the town to rest. Viscount Geros commanded the largest force, with over a thousand men, and he had strictly ordered them not to plunder the townspeople, otherwise, they would face immediate military discipline.

In Nasir Town, the old priest of the Tempest Church, who was close to retirement, had now arrived slowly, leaning on his cane.

“Is it true? The bishop is dead?”

The old priest trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief, but the solemn attitudes around him left little room for doubt.

“No! Impossible! How could this be! O vast Tempest Overlord!”

The old priest cried out in agitation, nearly fainting on the spot, and was quickly taken away by servants to rest.

“I wonder if the Fischer family will manage to escape back to Nasir Port.”

Suddenly someone asked this question, and after a long silence, Viscount Geros spoke gravely, “Those cowards would be better off dead!”

He was in his forties, dressed in blue and white, with the most peculiar feature being his pale hands with only seven fingers; on the index finger of his right hand was a black-red ring that exuded a sense of sharpness.

Viscount Sunrise was disabled, but his disability could not be healed, or perhaps it was an incurable one.

Everyone was slightly startled, remembering that the Sunrise clan was clearly an ally of the Lion clan. Why would he speak ill of the Fischer family, who were also allies of the Lion clan?

Could it be that Viscount Geros and the Sunrise family behind him had decided to switch sides?

Every baron was keenly sensitive to the issue of allegiance and instantly followed Viscount Geros in vilifying the Fischer family.

“Indeed, those trash, cowards, they never should have survived on the battlefield!”

“So many brave people have died, if those parasites survive instead, the gods would grieve and rage!”

“The shame of our Cyart people is the Fischer family.”

As they railed against them, Viscount Geros from the Sunrise family fell deep into thought, then suddenly hurled an even greater accusation in public!

“This overseas battle is fraught with oddities; it could be that there’s a traitor among us, which led to our near-total annihilation. And the Lion clan was the first to flee…”

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this, and no one dared to speak.

Viscount Geros continued:

“I suspect the Lion clan is most likely the traitor, and the Fischer family has always been along the coast, making it easy for them to communicate and collaborate with the Sea God Cult.”

Just as he was about to go on, a subordinate suddenly came in to report.

“The Fischer family’s ship has arrived at the port!”

Upon hearing the news, many sneered, determined to berate the worthless wretches of the Fischer family and vent the frustration pent up in their hearts from days of fleeing.

Then another message came: the Fischer family had killed a priest of the Sea God Cult at sea.

The hall fell into a silence as profound as death; everyone was stunned for a long while.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Impossible!”

Viscount Geros coldly said, “The priests of the Sea God Cult are extraordinary existences who have undergone Transmutation to become powerful experts. The Fischer family could never defeat any of them.”

The crowd quickly realized this could not happen—the Fischers must be fabricating lies and exaggerating facts, and deep inside they felt even more disdain.

Byrne walked into the banquet hall with a grim expression, accompanied by Irene and Chris.

“Welcome to Nasir Town, but the onslaught from the Sea God Cult might be coming soon, so we should quickly think about how to organize our defense.”

“Does anyone have contact with the governor, Viscount Bast, and Zayne, the Assistant Priest of the Tempest Church?”

“Wait a moment!”

Viscount Geros suddenly interrupted him, sneering, “Your Excellency Byrne, I heard that you killed a priest of the Sea God Cult. Is it true or false?”

Byrne frowned and looked around, quickly noticing the contempt, disdain, and ridicule on the faces of the people. A wave of nameless anger rose from the depths of his heart.

The Fischer family had indeed killed a priest of the Sea God Cult! And Erik had died because of it! Many of them had died in the war!

And after finally returning to Nasir, were the Fischer family going to be questioned by those damn fools?

The purple stone trembled slightly in anger.

He nodded expressionlessly, stared into Viscount Geros’s eyes, and said coldly, “True, and beyond that, we have intercepted their ship and important letters!”

Byrne then commanded the troops of his family to display the captured weapons, corpses, and the Sea God Cult’s insignias all before the crowd, and finally presented the letter that had been found, revealing it to everyone.

All who saw these things became more and more convinced, and the corpse that was brought out corresponded closely in appearance to Priest Azure Blue of the Sea God Cult.

“Highly important information! Stars Embrace Order! Last Blood! They have openly become the enemies of us Cyart people! And they are also a great enemy of the Tempest Church!”

He raised the letter high, his voice growing louder in front of the astonished eyes of the crowd.

“The heretics have joined forces, wanting to devour the flesh and blood of Cyart people, and to use our children as sacrifices. What are our people doing?”

“Our people are still doubting their kin! Slandering warriors! I know what you think, but your thoughts bring shame and anger to the gods! Now you know! The Fischer family is not a bunch of cowards, but heroes!”

They finally all understood one thing.

The Fischer family had indeed successfully killed Priest Azure Blue, the evidence all present, and in addition, they had brought back key intelligence about the coalition of the heretics, which would cause the great churches to take the battle on the East Coast more seriously!

They were indeed the heroes of Cyart!

Everyone was silent, many refrained from praising them because Viscount Geros was present, yet deep down they couldn’t help but admire the courage of the Fischer family.

Even Viscount Geros could only wear a troubled look, slowly nodding in the midst of the silence, grudgingly admitting:

“It seems I was mistaken. I apologize to you, the brave ones, for the Fischer family is indeed the hero that defeated the priest of the Sea God Cult and found important intelligence. They are the wartime heroes of the Cyart people!”