Chapter 119 Epiphany
"Great is He..."
Ten-year-old Darren listened blankly as his cousin recounted the events of the past.
He started from the very first night when there was wind, rain and thunder.
Darren couldn't help but clench his hands when he heard that his aunt and uncle Chris were kidnapped by the cultists. When he heard that the Lost Lord appeared and saved them, joy appeared on his fat face. He also heard that his grandfather and father came to Nasir because of the call, and he opened his mouth slightly in surprise, wanting to know what would happen next.
He kept hearing that his grandfather died because of the Rhea people. Finally, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the little fat man's hand, shouting: "The Rhea people are too bad! These guys are too evil!"
Irene gave a rather brief account of what happened next.
She saw Darren was very excited, his face flushed, as if he was very happy and delighted that he had a "background that is completely different from ordinary people"!
In fact, Irene understood one thing very well, that is, Darren did not understand the blood and tears behind those stories at all. He just thought they were interesting and fun, and was proud of the fact that his family was different from others.
She could also understand that not every child was as mature as Chris.
Irene reached out and gently stroked Darren's hair, and said calmly:
"You are already a man of the Fisher family. From now on, you must remember to shoulder your due responsibilities."
"We are a secret family that worships great gods. The most important principle is prudence and confidentiality. You cannot even tell your mother Margaret about what happened just now. Do you understand?"
Darren was slightly stunned. Although his mother seldom came to Nasir, she loved him and his sister very much every time she came, and would bring a lot of delicious and fun things.
Can't I even tell my mother about those things?
He was a little depressed, but he still nodded and said, "Well, I understand, Cousin Irene."
Irene nodded. There was still a lot to teach Darren. Darren would definitely have many questions on the road ahead, and she would have to answer them one by one personally.
She hopes that Darren can become a pillar of the family like Lucius and Byrne in the future.
Although he is still far from it now, he is arrogant, playful and greedy, and has almost no advantages.
But Irene didn't think that was a problem. After all, wasn't Byrne just a trembling child who hid behind his father and dared not speak when he was a child?
She felt the need to be "ruthless" to Darren one more time.
As he left the basement, Darren took a breath and thought excitedly about something.
It turns out that my family is so powerful and is even protected by a great god!
What I learned today is really great! It makes me so happy! The Lord of the Lost must be more powerful than those righteous gods! Even if one fights against six of them, he can still win!
And I, Darren Fisher, am also a member of the Fisher family, so I was born to be the chosen one!
He was so excited when he thought about this!
Very good!
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In the reception room of Fisher Manor.
The once young knight Vaner is now in his early thirties, with a golden beard, and looks much more stable.
The "Son of the Abyss" incident caused him to lose his father, so in recent years Vaner joined the Siat Kingdom Army and has become a formal officer.
He smiled and bowed slightly to Byrne.
"Then it is settled, Lord Byrne. Please be sure to attend my wedding."
Byrne nodded and smiled, "Of course I'll go."
Being in the same town of Nasir, they could not be avoided at all. The Knight Family of Vaner had already decided to become dependent on the Fisher Family.
Vaner came to Fisher Manor today to talk about his marriage. He has decided to marry a knight family in the gold mining town of Slovan, but he must ask Byrne's opinion beforehand.
Without the blessing of the Fisher family, the Vaner family would not dare to complete the marriage on their own.
When Vaner left the manor, Byrne took out a purple-red stone from his arms.
At the Alchemy Council, the president gave him this mysterious stone in exchange for spiritual knowledge.
It is both an alchemical tool and a mysterious object, a fascinating little thing.
Byrne still remembered what the president said, that as long as it was combined with violent emotional fluctuations, it could burst out with enormous power, even comparable to the most top-level treasures.
He knew that there were only a few months left until the next Alchemy Council meeting.
"Will there still be such stones by then?"
Byrne held the purple-red stone, stared at it carefully for a long time, and finally tried to activate the "deconstruction perspective" again.
In fact, he had tried to deconstruct it a few years ago, but the aftereffects of that attempt lasted for several days and were very bad.
A light blue halo appeared in Byrne's eyes, and his gaze immediately penetrated into the innermost part of the purple-red stone. In an instant, it seemed as if his consciousness passed through countless colorful flowers and came to a chaos, listening to hundreds of people wailing around him.
chaos!
crazy!
despair!
Those light blue balls of different sizes were constantly emitting shrill screams, wails, roars, and cries. Endless emotions burst out from all the shattered souls and all poured into Byrne's mind.
He felt dizzy and his whole body couldn't help shaking. He felt a huge fear rising from the deepest part of his heart!
"ah!"
Byrne suddenly roared, threw the purple-red stone aside tremblingly, took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell continuously.
He covered his head tightly, and the things in his vision were hazy, as if those miserable wails and screams were still ringing in his ears for a long time.
Those things are souls!
Sure enough, what I saw last time was correct. Those light blue light balls were fragments of the soul. They were decomposed and reconstructed into the basic building blocks of purple-red stone!
"It is not only an alchemical tool that contains magical power, but also a mysterious object that contains spiritual power. I see, it is because it contains fragments of the soul! That is why it contains spiritual power!"
Byrne closed his eyes and his breathing gradually became steady, but his forehead was still covered with fine beads of sweat.
He swallowed and confirmed once again that the president of the Alchemy Council was extremely dangerous!
"How many people's souls has this crazy bastard used?"
Soul, a very strange feeling suddenly emerged in Byrne's mind.
What exactly is spiritual power?
There is no doubt that they are the forces contained in the deepest part of the soul, which can affect everything in the real world. They are extremely incredible, mysterious and elusive.
All along, although the Fisher family has been constantly using and developing sequence power, they have never touched upon the essence of spiritual power.
He looked at the candle not far away.
"Flame Control" can only control the flames created by oneself, but cannot control the existing flames. Why is that?
Byrne slowly stood up and walked over, lighting the candle with a match, and the flame suddenly lit up a small patch of light.
That was not the fire he created by consuming his spiritual power, and it could not be controlled.
Byrne raised another finger, creating a small flame that matched the light from the candle.
"The flames I created contain my spiritual power..."
He suddenly realized something.
That is to say, what I truly control is not the fire, but the spiritual power. As for the so-called fire, it is just a manifestation of the spiritual power in the material world.
Then, Byrne made a bold attempt.
He controlled the flame on his fingertips to fly towards the candle, and gradually merged with the flame that originally contained no spiritual power at all.
Soon, he felt some invisible resistance, so Byrne increased the supply of spiritual power without hesitation.
Then he laughed in surprise. The flame on the candle and the flame he created merged into one. They both became things he could control!
"What I control is not fire, but spiritual power. That's it! I understand!"
He was very surprised by the new discovery. Theoretically speaking, as long as he increased the injection of spiritual power, he could even seize the black flame of the Case family!
Byrne quickly took out his notebook and wrote down his new discovery, and then he figured out something else.
"Oh, right. Theoretically speaking, all things with souls, whether they are human or living things, can possess sequence power!"
He thought of the mysterious creature in the shape of a "turtle" that he kept at home.
Perhaps, it can also become a blood recipient, at least in theory it is completely feasible!
Byrne also realized one thing. The system of sequence power has only been developed a little so far. In fact, the Fisher family's understanding of them is still too superficial. For many years, they only relied on the part of mysterious knowledge given by the Lord of the Lost.
Unlike the two major systems of "blood power" and "magic power" that already exist on the continent of Oden, they have been studied for countless years, and various supporting theories and extended techniques have been written into many books of mysterious knowledge by predecessors, summarizing countless inheritances.
The system of sequence power must be thoroughly developed from scratch by the Fisher family.
Just as Byrne was taking new notes, Vanessa suddenly knocked on the door and bowed gracefully.
"Master, Baron Leander is here."
"Um?"
Byrne was a little confused. After he rejected the other party's greedy request last time, the relationship between the Fisher family and the Leander family had not been good.
So, what on earth does Baron Leander, who has a strong businessman's aura, want from me now?
"Please ask him to come to the reception room."
Byrne nodded anyway, put away his notebook, and wanted to see the other party's intentions before making a decision.
Vanessa nodded and turned to leave. After a while, Baron Leander came to the reception room.
"Haha, long time no see, Byrne!"
His eyes were arrogant and his expression was condescending. His two fat hands were trembling slightly and he seemed to be smiling a little neurotically.
Byrne couldn't help but frown slightly, and felt very clearly that Baron Leander, who was once full of "businessman" temperament, had changed a lot!
What's wrong with him?
"Byrne, haha, I have made a huge gain in that spiritual world recently!"
Baron Leander sat on the sofa, his body trembling slightly, his eyes wandering as he said:
"I have reached the middle level of qualitative change!"
(End of this chapter)
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