Chapter 16 Night Raid
"En'er, take this spear to the Fischer family."
In the blacksmith shop, old Raymond ordered his apprentice to deliver the newly forged spear to the Fisher family in the south city.
For two years, the Fischer family and the blacksmith shop cooperated very well, and all things that needed forging were handled by old Raymond's blacksmith shop.
Raymond's son Xiu was a middle-aged man about 1.9 meters tall, with extremely strong muscles all over his body. He was stunned for a moment, and then said after a long silence:
"Dad, have you forgotten? En'er actually left a few days ago. He said he was going to work in a factory in Finn City."
Old Raymond frowned tightly. The oldest apprentice, Ener, had followed him for more than ten years, and he couldn't get used to the other's departure for a while.
"That place called a factory is totally incomprehensible. It brings together a bunch of people from all over the place to work. Isn't that a mess?"
Xiu did not comment. The so-called factory was indeed a novel concept, and it was said to be something that came from the empire.
But everyone thinks that the factory model will not last long, because no one has done that for thousands of years, and the family-based model will continue forever.
Old Raymond suddenly saw the fat mayor walking hurriedly through the streets with a dozen servants.
What is that greedy and corrupt guy doing? Why is he parading around with so many people?
Old Raymond subconsciously felt disgusted. The mayor exploited every powerless household in the town, and they were no exception.
Ever since the blacksmith shop and the Fischer family had a close relationship, the mayor no longer bothered them, as if he had never taken any money from the blacksmith shop.
The mayor came to the jungle outside Nasir Town. The servants were all nervous when they saw the natives coming out of the jungle. They were especially wary and fearful of the burly middle-aged priest.
The middle-aged priest waved his hand, and the mayor followed him without hesitation, anger appearing on his face.
He whispered, "I have already provided for this year's children, and you promised me not to do anything else, so why are you calling me now!"
The annual agreement to provide sacrifices lasted for several years, and the mayor was under great pressure. Although he knew that he was doing this to protect Nasir, those ignorant townspeople would never understand what he was doing.
The middle-aged priest's eyes were cold, and his words seemed to pierce like a sharp blade.
"Have you forgotten the promise you broke two years ago?"
The mayor shuddered all over. It was true. The two children of the Fischer family were still living in Nasir with great integrity. Even the older sister, Irene, had grown up.
Moreover, the old priest of the Blood Cult who performed the rituals in the past has also disappeared.
The object of the transaction they agreed upon back then was the life and soul of the brother and sister.
The mayor had been worried about this matter for a long time, and only recently did he feel relieved. He thought that the jungle natives who were caught up in the civil strife would no longer care about the past.
The middle-aged priest with scars all over his face said, "Blood, we can only take revenge with blood. We East Coast people always do things according to principles."
"I'll give you a chance to make amends. Tomorrow night, I'll remove all the patrol members from the town."
The mayor's pupils shrank instantly, and he asked tremblingly: "What are you going to do?"
The middle-aged priest immediately made a promise, speaking in a very cold tone, as if he was about to slaughter livestock: "Our only target of revenge is the Fisher family."
The mayor still asked doubtfully, "Are you sure it was Fisher's men who killed the old priest?"
The middle-aged priest nodded and replied indifferently, "Without a doubt, because that was the answer given by the Lord of Blood himself. And you should know that not long after that night, the girl from the Fisher family became a transcendent."
The mayor lowered his head and hesitated, unable to answer for a long time.
Many towns and villages around the east coast have been looted by jungle natives, but Nasir has not been a target for more than a decade. The people above believe that this is due to the mayor's excellent governance capabilities.
But then he understood the dirty deal inside, and realized that more and more of the evidence against him was in the hands of the natives, and he had no way to refuse anymore.
"Okay, I promise you." The mayor sighed several times as if he was a deflated ball.
"The negotiations went smoothly."
The middle-aged priest's voice was very cold. Deep down, he was extremely disgusted with the mayor who betrayed his compatriots. He wanted to spit in the face of this fat fool and pull out every despicable bone in his body.
Fortunately, he is not my compatriot.
The mayor suddenly said in a very serious tone: "Can you give me some of the things you looted in the town?"
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In the courtyard of the Fisher family, Lucius looked at the ten well-armed guards and nodded. They had already coordinated the basic movements very well.
He equipped the ten family guards with spears and breastplates. Compared with short-handled weapons, long-handled weapons have unique advantages and are easier to master and use.
Byrne adjusted his glasses. The frail boy put on many layers of clothes before he dared to walk out of the house to the courtyard. Even after mastering the power of the sequence, his physique was barely as good as that of an ordinary person.
"Father, why are you recruiting new guards again this month?"
Since the civil unrest among the jungle natives was confirmed a year ago, the number of Fisher's guards has been reduced to five, and the income and expenditure situation has improved a lot instantly.
But now Lucius has recruited five new veterans, and the salary he has to bear has increased again.
"Because there is a possibility that those jungle natives will appear again, we must take precautions in advance."
Lucius answered calmly, but Byrne simply could not understand it, because in the entire two years, those jungle natives had only appeared in Nasir Town once, and were easily dealt with by his father, and that was more than a year ago.
"Father, do we really need to bear this extra expense?"
Lucius shook his head and said in a tone that left no room for doubt: "Byrne, you don't understand at all. If something goes wrong, there will be no chance to regret it."
Byrne sighed and said, "Then the matter of purchasing the second-level extraordinary materials will be delayed for a long time."
Lucius looked at his hands in silence. Now the first-level potion had been completely digested.
As long as you get enough extraordinary materials to reach the second stage of spirituality, you can ask the Lord of the Lost to grant you stronger power.
By then, his basic strength will be comparable to that of traditional transcendents at the "Origin Superior" level, which will undoubtedly be a very important goal.
The family’s resources are never enough, and short-term and long-term investments are always difficult choices.
He still said firmly: "Our Fischer family is far from strong enough. Only caution and confidentiality are the most important principles."
"Byrne, your problem is that you always look too far ahead and often ignore the crisis at hand."
"Okay, okay, stop talking. I get it."
Byrne stopped thinking about refuting his father and went back to his room and took out a thick black book from the bookcase.
The content written on the black book is about the Orthodox Church on the continent of Oden.
The five major orthodox churches are the Church of Redemption, the Church of the Sun, the Church of Order, the Church of Storms, and the Church of the Silver Moon. They have been passed down for thousands of years and are powerful forces that cannot be ignored on the continent of Oden.
Byrne murmured to himself, "Church rules, scriptures, positions, if we really want to establish a religious order, there should be a lot of things to learn."
Both my father and Irene have lamented that there are too few trustworthy and capable people in the Fisher family.
They also thought about what to do if they had extra gifts in the future.
Byrne vaguely felt that perhaps they could learn from the Blood Cult of the indigenous people and establish a secret cult to worship the Lost Lord.
But how to ensure the loyalty of believers, how to avoid being discovered by the Orthodox Church, and what the specific rules and regulations are, he felt a headache just thinking about it.
No matter Irene or Lucius, they would fall asleep as soon as they read, but Byrne became more energetic the more he read, and he didn't want to fall asleep even until late at night.
"I still have too few books. I have read many of them several times. And the ability that improves my memory is also a nasty curse in a sense."
When Byrne heard that the emperor of the empire had collected a large number of books and was planning to set up a place called "library" specifically for the nobles and senior citizens of the empire to read, he felt that he must go to the empire to see it once in his lifetime.
Suddenly, he felt a thought resounding from deep within his heart.
It was as if his body had fallen into the depths of the sea, with an almost suffocating feeling of oppression. Byrne subconsciously stood up, and couldn't help shaking all over!
That is the warning from the Lost Lord!
Some terrible danger is approaching!
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Carl's consciousness overlooked the town from a God's perspective and noticed dozens of sneaky people moving towards the Fischer family's home.
When he zoomed in, he immediately discovered that these people disguised as businessmen had black facial lines on their faces. They were obviously jungle natives who believed in the bloody demon!
It was simply incredible that such a large number of jungle natives could sneak into the town late at night, and Carl soon discovered that there was no trace of patrols in the town.
Oh no, it seems that there was a traitor in Nasir Town who did something wrong, and that person was able to transfer the town’s patrol team, which means that the traitor’s identity and status must be quite high.
While Karl was thinking, he quickly warned several people in the Fisher family.
Lucius woke up from his sleep, and with his nimble body he shot under the bed, quickly picked up a white whistle beside his pillow and started to blew it!
“Shhh!!!!”
The clear whistle sound penetrates the air and echoes in the streets!
(End of this chapter)
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