Chapter 125 Self-blame
Chris, Vanessa and the others looked at each other and then turned and left, leaving only Irene, Byrne, and Darren who was lying unconscious on the bed.
Irene stared at Byrne's uneasy eyes for a long time, and finally came back to life and said:
"Darren tried to reveal the existence of the Lost Lord, but was stared at by the Lord. He fell into a coma because he could not bear the gaze of the great and supreme Lord."
"What are you talking about?"
After knowing the real reason for Darren's coma, Byrne was stunned for a long time and was a little unable to react.
He still remembered the state of the old servant back then, and knew that even an adult with a strong heart would find it difficult to get up because of the great fear if stared at for a moment by the dissatisfied Great Lost Lord, and would even find it difficult to forget it day and night in the future.
For an ordinary child, that kind of mental burden is simply unimaginable!
“Erin…”
Byrne took a deep breath and saw his unconscious son trembling in his sleep with a pale face. He suppressed the emotions rising in his heart and asked:
"Erin, you seemed to have known this would happen?"
"Yeah." Irene didn't hide anything and nodded calmly.
"I told him a lot and Darren did come close to not keeping the secret."
Byrne obviously felt something was wrong. The Irene in front of him was very different from the Irene in his memory. If she had known that such a thing would happen to her family, she would not have allowed things to develop to this point!
"Why don't you reveal the family secrets bit by bit, starting with the smallest secrets, or test Darren like you did with the orphans..."
Before Byrne could finish his words, he was interrupted by Irene without hesitation.
"No need to test, he will definitely fail!"
Byrne was stunned, and Irene shook her head and continued.
"And the purpose of our testing of the orphans in the Dawn Orphanage is to screen out unreliable people and prevent them from entering the core of the family."
"But don't forget one thing, Darren doesn't need a test!"
Byrne knew exactly what Irene meant by her words and took a deep breath.
She said calmly, "Because even if he is not qualified, he will have to enter the core of the family sooner or later. That is the fate contained in the blood of the Fisher family. As a member of the Fisher family, there is no way to escape it. It's not just him, Lillian is actually the same."
"Darren's personality is very ordinary. He is just a simple-minded aristocratic child. It is not impossible for him to grow up as an ordinary aristocrat, but he will never be able to shoulder important responsibilities in the future."
"I think a great lesson will most likely make him grow like never before. Real physical and mental experience is always better than repeated verbal warnings."
Byrne stared at Erin in silence, knowing deep down that her words made sense.
Darren is completely different from the other two. He has never experienced any hardship since he was a child. He is playful and gluttonous and has never learned to respect others.
He really needs some sharpening.
Byrne sighed, leaned over and slowly stroked his son's face, apology and guilt appearing in his eyes.
"As the head of the Fisher family, I don't have the extra energy to educate you, Darren... I actually understand that this is not an excuse a father should make."
"The great pain you are suffering now is ultimately caused by my failure to fulfill my responsibilities. If only I could bear it for you."
He closed his eyes and prayed to the Lord of the Lost in his heart, asking for His forgiveness and hoping that He would protect his children in the future.
A few days later, Darren finally woke up.
His eyes were full of fear. He would scream whenever someone approached him. He couldn't utter complete sentences for a long time and cried all day long. Byrne even thought his son had gone completely crazy.
Aren't you afraid that doing this will drive Darren really crazy?
Byrne was about to question Irene, but suddenly he remembered something: she actually didn't feel any fear at all right now.
He recalled that since Irene lost her fear, she was no longer afraid of Chris's participation in the battle.
So that's why. Because Irene no longer feels fear, she loses caution when making some judgments and is no longer afraid of hurting her relatives and friends.
Every night that followed, Byrne paused his work on drug research and silently accompanied his terrified son.
Deep down, he felt sorry for Darren, who lost the care of his father and mother while growing up. He also felt that he should help Irene share more of the burden in the future, as she had already sacrificed too much for the family.
From the beginning to the end, Byrne didn't think Irene and Darren had done anything wrong, he just felt guilty from the bottom of his heart.
"After all, I didn't do well enough..."
More than ten days later, Darren gradually woke up, and Byrne finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At night, he still shivered, not daring to think about the thick shadow in the deepest part of his heart. He needed someone to accompany him before he could fall asleep.
One night, Darren suddenly felt very strange. His cousin said that when she was young, she was also stared at by the great "Him", the lost God. Why didn't his cousin Irene faint like himself?
He suddenly analyzed the reason. Wasn't it because there was no dissatisfaction in the gaze that his cousin received?
His will is terrifying!
Darren felt it deeply. It was the moment when everything was about to be destroyed and he was about to die in the collapse. He was terrified as if he had experienced death several times, and the next moment he fell to the ground unconscious.
"Great Lord of the Lost, I, I will never dare to speak nonsense again. I will be loyal forever. I will be your believer. Please don't destroy me. Please! Please!"
He cried and tears kept flowing, hoping to get the forgiveness of the Lord of Loss. The deep fear had been planted in the deepest part of his heart and could not be shaken off at all.
The next day, Darren was brought to the yard by Byrne, and was confused when his father stuffed a rough wooden sword into his hand.
It was so uncomfortable to hold the sword and he didn't want it at all. He subconsciously wanted to put it down.
Byrne, however, picked up a wooden sword and said calmly, "Darren, I will take an hour every day to hone your swordsmanship."
"Let's get started right away."
Dad can take time to accompany himself!
He subconsciously became happy, his eyes full of joy, but he soon realized what his father had just said.
Sharpen your sword skills?
I don't know how to use a sword at all. Darren was stunned and hadn't said anything yet when he suddenly saw his father calmly stabbing him with a sword.
"ah!"
He was so scared that he immediately closed his eyes and screamed, and subconsciously threw away the sword in his hand.
But the little fat boy was still stabbed, and it hurt a lot. Even if he gave up the sword, he still couldn't escape the fate of being hurt.
Byrne squatted down with a gentle expression, smiled, and said calmly: "Come on, Darren, pick up your sword."
Darren suddenly felt very scared and very resistant. Would he be beaten for the next hour and every hour thereafter?
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Four months later, the Storm Church led the Syat army into the White Sea, launching a new campaign against the Poseidon Cult.
The battle was finally a great success. They completely destroyed the main force of the Poseidon Cult and returned victoriously!
The twelve priests of the Poseidon Cult were all, without exception, great men who had risen to high positions through qualitative transformation. None of them had ever died in the wars of several years, but in this encirclement and suppression, five of the Poseidon priests were killed.
The morale of the Storm Church and the Siat nobles was greatly boosted, and the Poseidon War was about to come to an end.
It is difficult to completely wipe out the Poseidon Cult, but the main force of the Poseidon Cult has been almost destroyed, and everyone understands that true victory is about to come.
At the same time, Byrne is about to attend the triennial Alchemy Council again to meet those very mysterious characters.
He once again came to the lush green manor.
"Please wait a moment."
Viscount Best's personal servant, the Flame-born woman, asked Byrne to wait in a special lounge.
There were still many people from all over the East Coast Province who came to see Viscount Best. Many of them stood up and took the initiative to greet Byrne, with a flattering tone in their voices.
Unlike the people queuing in the hall, Byrne could rest alone in a special lounge, and several servants in the room would obey his requests at any time.
The Flame Woman in a tuxedo bowed and said politely:
"Lord Best is in talks with Lord Ode. Please wait a moment, Lord Byrne."
The name of this Flame-born woman is Qiu. As a personal servant, she is deeply trusted by Viscount Best.
After several contacts over the past three years, Byrne realized that Qiu should also be a transcendent with considerable strength.
She may possess power at a qualitative level, but she is still willing to be a servant and is loyal. Viscount Best's way of managing his subordinates is worth learning.
After a while, Byrne learned from Qiu that Viscount Odd had left and it was his turn.
He had no good impression of the "iron-blooded" Ode family.
Because the "Iron-Blooded" Od family was clearly the protector of the Leander family, and Baron Leander's daughter was also one of Od's lovers. However, after Baron Leander's death, they immediately seized everything the Leander family owned!
Byrne felt from the bottom of his heart that it was disgusting to attack one's relatives and friends. Even though Viscount Ode was also an ally of Viscount Best, he didn't want to see that man at all.
Soon, Byrne met Viscount Best again.
He was short in height and of medium build, with a head of neatly combed white hair, a white vest, and smiling eyes that revealed a cunningness like a fox hunting.
When we first met, he was a 53-year-old middle-aged man, but now he is still a relaxed and casual old man.
Viscount Bester was still drinking tea and said with a smile:
"Three years, I didn't expect it to pass so quickly, another three years have passed just like that, I seem to be getting older and older."
He waved his hand to let the servants go, laughed, and continued:
"And you, Byrne, seem to be getting more and more stable, and the Fisher family is also developing very well. Maybe one day, I, an old man, will go to Nasir trembling and ask to see Lord Byrne."
Byrne knew the character of Viscount Bester very well. He was an old fox who liked to joke. He smiled and replied:
"If that day ever comes, I will definitely arrange a private lounge for you."
Sure enough, Viscount Best didn't care about the offense in the joke at all. He smiled and slowly stood up. He took out the white mask of the Alchemy Council from his ring and slowly put it on his face.
"Hehe, it would be nice if that day really comes. I will definitely be very happy then. Thank you in advance, Lord Byrne!"
He activated the mirror in the room again and led Byrne to the beautiful, white and magnificent snow-capped mountains and climbed up to the palace full of sacred meaning.
Everyone from the Alchemy Council is already waiting here, with the "Time Condensation Stone", "Moon River Stone", "Spirit Element", "Star Iron" and "Sun Gold".
In addition, there is Viscount Bester, codenamed "Dragon Crystal", and "Mithril" Byrne.
Byrne couldn't help but look at the mysterious man at the top, the president of the Alchemy Council.
He is a dangerous man who can use countless souls to refine extraordinary things and possesses unfathomable power!
(End of this chapter)
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