Chapter 80: Advancement Direction of the Path of Knowledge (asking for monthly ticket!)

The reconstruction of the town of Nasir was carried out under the command of the Fisher family. The recruited people worked hard for several days but still failed to complete the reconstruction.

Everyone realized that the reconstruction of Nasir North would be a long-term task.

At night, in the Fischer family's pharmacy workshop.

Byrne sat at the desk, holding up his gold-rimmed glasses, and wrote words on the paper with a feather pen in smooth and powerful lines.

"In a battle involving the supernatural realm, the six most important elements are 'intelligence, coordination, timing, distance, restraint, and mobility'."

"The most important intelligence includes but is not limited to the enemy's capabilities and equipment, the friendly forces' capabilities and equipment, and even detailed information on terrain and weather."

As he wrote this, he recalled his father's teachings and thought about the battles he had experienced.

"Cooperation is also very important. The sum of one extraordinary power is often greater than two. Good cooperation can create miracles, but poor cooperation will only hinder each other."

Under the light of an oil lamp, Byrne wrote down his experiences one by one.

He would have loved to compile a general combat guide for future generations of the Fisher family, rather than having them learn them through lessons of blood and tears.

Byrne felt from the bottom of his heart that the ability to learn and inherit was extremely important, and might even be the most important ability of human beings.

Just after he finished writing everything, he suddenly felt that his spirituality was showing signs of boiling. Although it only lasted for a few seconds, it was extremely obvious!

Found it!

"Great, I finally found the direction of the promotion ceremony!"

Byrne was extremely happy, it was really great. Although there was more than one way to advance to the third level, as a pioneer he could only grope in the dark to find the way forward.

Since he only received hints about "knowledge" and "mystery", he did a lot of things related to the two, but there was no sign of promotion.

"I see, I finally found a way."

Byrne stood up with a look of joy, and paced back and forth, muttering to himself:

"Well, as long as you 'create a certain amount of complete mysterious knowledge inheritance and combine it with the corresponding magic potion', you can be promoted to a higher level and master the third level of the sequence power of the knowledge path!"

But he knew that creating a legacy of mysterious knowledge was actually a difficult task.

It requires the extraordinary person himself to have sufficient insight and summarizing ability, and the whole process must be created from the heart. If it is done with the help of others, there may be no ritual effect in the end.

Byrne knew that the first-tier sequence extraordinary people were approximately equal to the lower origin, while the second-tier sequence extraordinary people were approximately equal to the upper origin.

If he could reach the third level, his strength would basically not be inferior to that of the lower-level bloodline knights and spellcasters!

He recalled the horror of the black-robed cultist, and suddenly felt a huge sense of anticipation. He was actually about to touch such a powerful force!

"As long as I can advance to the third level, many of the family's difficulties will be solved!"

Origin and degeneration are like the essential difference between a knight family that depends on the nobles and a noble family that owns territories and private soldiers.

Byrne was so excited that he did not sleep all night. When he was about to go to bed the next morning, he was respectfully informed by a servant that the important figure of the Storm Church, the bishop's deputy, had arrived in Nasir.

The big shots of the Storm Church cannot be neglected, so Byrne quickly put on his clothes, tidied his appearance, and then went to Nasir's church.

When he arrived at the church, Byrne saw the old priest standing respectfully next to a young man.

The young man had dark blue hair and his eyes were full of arrogance and disdain. He was very tall and very thin, and his exposed white palms were bloodless.

He seemed to be complaining, looking unhappy.

"The East Coast Province has a diocese with a population of over a million. I have to run around for all matters, big or small. The bishop can enjoy himself, but I, as his deputy, have to work myself to death."

Just as he approached, within a few dozen meters, Byrne felt an extremely fierce and powerful momentum!

It was an unstoppable impact force, like a deep-sea whirlpool that could destroy everything, surrounding the man and causing a huge shock in everyone's heart! It was completely difficult to ignore and resist!

Byrne and the old priest were both sweating profusely. They stood there speechless and could hardly look directly at the young man who had successfully reached the metamorphosis position.

Why does that momentum appear so terrifying?

He had attended several banquets in Fein City, and those big shots were just like ordinary people, without any such terrifying aura emanating from them.

Viscount Best even acted very close to Byrne and spoke in a casual tone when the murder happened.

If Byrne had not known the other party's identity long ago, he would not have been able to tell that he was a great lord standing above hundreds of thousands of people.

Now he finally understood how huge the gap was between himself and those big shots. He was like a bug that could be crushed to death at any time.

Suddenly, that powerful aura disappeared, as if it had never existed. The young assistant priest shook his head and said:

"I'm in a 'transformation period' and sometimes I can't help but let my aura out."

He was not apologizing, he was just explaining the reason. There was no need to apologize to a small character.

Byrne finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was almost impossible for him to breathe normally when facing the human-shaped deep-sea whirlpool.

"Byrne from the Fisher family?" the assistant priest asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Assistant, I am Byrne."

Byrne remained respectful enough, but the other party's next sentence made him at a loss as to how to respond.

The assistant priest calmly continued to ask: "Does your family believe in the Lord of Storms?"

"Lord of Redemption..." Byrne could only answer reluctantly.

"Haha, you don't look that hypocritical. Sooner or later you will be out of tune with the people of the Redemption Church."

The assistant priest sneered continuously, and it was obvious that he had a huge prejudice against the Church of Redemption.

"Okay, about the situation of the cultists, you just answer whatever I ask you next."

The assistant priest waved his hand and began to ask questions one by one, and Byrne answered fluently. Of course, what he told was not the truth, but another version of the "facts".

"By the way, you said at the beginning that the guy had a mysterious treasure of precious gems on him. Did you Fisher take it away afterwards?"

He suddenly looked at the other person with a playful look.

Byrne's expression changed slightly.

Could it be that the assistant priest wanted to force himself to hand over the thing, but that mysterious object had already become a sacrifice to the Lost Lord?

"In theory, I have the power to confiscate the cultists' belongings, but since you have made contributions in fighting the cultists, I will consider this as a reward for you."

He looked at the stunned Byrne and sneered, "Don't make that expression. Humph, a mysterious treasure-level wonder is not enough to make me lose face."

"But if it's a forbidden item, even if it's one with a three-digit number, I will definitely grab it."

He suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "Give me your flintlock."

Byrne handed the gun over without hesitation, and the assistant priest pointed the flintlock at his head and shot without hesitation.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the assistant priest caught the flying bullet with his other hand.

"How can such a toy shake the status of a superhuman? That cultist was seriously injured by so many bullets. Was it caused by your ability?"

Byrne nodded in acknowledgement, and said "sincerely" without seeming to be lying:

"I am not only a knight, but also a spellcaster with the talent of transformation. I used spells to weaken the opponent's defense at that time."

"Then you are truly one in a million lucky people."

After hearing the explanation, the assistant priest just laughed and nodded without commenting.

"Then let's stop here. There are still many things in the church that need my attention."

The old priest looked up in confusion and asked, "So, Mr. Assistant Priest, what about the church's punishment for me?"

"Punishment? Why should I punish you?"

After hearing the old priest's doubts, the assistant priest shook his head expressionlessly, and then said calmly:

"You are just a marginal person in the Storm Church. The final situation is beyond your ability. Since the culprit has not escaped, why should I punish you?"

The old priest lowered his head and sighed deeply, then fell into deep silence and self-blame.

Byrne could feel that although the assistant priest in front of him didn't care much about what others thought, he seemed to be a good person.

After leaving the church, the assistant priest, surrounded by servants, frowned and felt that he should pay more attention to the town called Nasir in the future.

The Son of the Abyss was finally destroyed suddenly, most likely due to a secret action by a monarch-level powerful person.

The so-called miracle?

Haha, what a strange statement. It is absolutely impossible no matter how you think about it.

Several major churches are very clear that the gods have become increasingly silent decades ago, and the last oracle on the continent of Oden even came from ten years ago. How could a miracle still appear now?

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A few months later, Byrne and Margaret's second child was born.

That's a girl.

She looked just like Chris and Darren back then, very fragile and petite, with complex red marks on her hands.

The whole family gathered around the baby and everyone looked very happy.

Byrne had already discussed the child's name with his wife. If it was a daughter, they would call her Lillian.

Lillian means "vow with God".

People in the town came to congratulate them. Because of their leadership in the reconstruction work, the Fisher family's reputation was raised to a new level. Hundreds of townspeople brought gifts.

Many of the people who gave gifts were even people who were left homeless due to the disaster, and they took out their few remaining treasures in the hope of repaying the Fischer family.

At night, chubby little Darren bit his fingers and looked at his sister in the cradle as if in a trance. Then he smiled and took out a hidden candy and handed it to her.

"Eat candy, eat candy! Sister, eat candy!"

The baby's hands subconsciously grasped the candy, with no idea what was happening outside.

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