Chapter 21: The Beginning of Esoteric Buddhism: Dawn
Three years.
Time passed quickly, and the Fisher family had become the most respected family in the entire town of Nasir.
Irene cured diseases for almost no pay, and most of the elderly people had benefited from her kindness. In the eyes of the elderly in the town, she was a saint sent by the Lord of Redemption.
Lucius, the hero who saved Nasir and led the guards to kill the despicable natives, the man admired by all boys.
For three whole years, Baron Hoven did not come to Nasir Town again. He was seriously injured in the war against the jungle natives and was the only one who survived after seeing the bloody demon. So the overly frightened baron has been recuperating in Fein City and no longer comes here.
At this time, a fierce sword fight was going on in the Fisher family courtyard.
"drink!"
The tall and thin Byrne stabbed out with a sword, and the captain of the guard in front of him quickly blocked it. The two men fought back and forth in the courtyard with swords in hand.
With his extraordinary memory ability, Byrne's swordsmanship improved rapidly, and even the most experienced ordinary guards were no match for him.
The fierce sword fight continued.
Byrne turned around suddenly, took out a dark golden flintlock from his arms with his other hand and pointed it at the captain of the guard.
The captain of the guard stood there in a daze, unable to move.
"Bang, times have changed, you lose." He imitated the sound of a gun.
Then both of them couldn't help laughing.
"Hahahaha, good fight, Captain. Let's stop here today."
Byrne had a gentle smile on his face, his skin was extremely fair, and his eyes were clear and rational.
The clearly layered light white clothes he wore were very design-conscious, giving him the appearance of a handsome nobleman.
If Irene is the person that many men desire in their hearts, then when he grows up, Byrne is the person that most girls in Nasir dream of sleeping with.
In the past three years, Byrne has become more and more confident. He is no longer the boy who hid behind his father and trembled when he saw strangers.
"Huh?"
He suddenly looked at his slightly aching palm, frowned slightly and said:
"My hands are a little worn out. The craftsmanship of this sword is not very good. Is it one of the last works of Uncle Raymond before he retired?"
Byrne sighed, knowing that it was understandable, as aging was a force that humans could hardly resist.
Old Raymond, the smith, had retired because he had suddenly been producing some rather shoddy ironwork.
In fact, it was not that the old man was slacking off, but that Raymond, who was in his seventies, was a little confused.
Last week, the old man suddenly mistook Irene, who came to visit him, for his granddaughter. He burst into tears without any warning while talking, which made Irene very embarrassed.
There was no other way, so his family and friends had to persuade him to stop working. Even though old Raymond was very reluctant, he decided to stop working in order to protect the reputation of the blacksmith shop and handed over the business to his son.
Injuries during training are very common. Byrne shook his head and didn't want to care too much about it.
He was going to look for Robert from the Taylor family. The man who had returned from studying abroad in the Empire was now Byrne's best friend.
"Excuse me, please help me put away the sword."
Just as Byrne put down his sword and left, the old servant who was in charge of collecting weapons came over. He was slightly stunned when he saw the bloodstains remaining on the hilt.
There has always been a rumor among the people that as long as you get the blood of a supernatural being, you will have the chance to become a supernatural being like them.
In fact, the idea of obtaining blood is simply a baseless "superstition", but there are still many people who believe in it.
"Master Byrne's blood..."
What if the rumors are true?
The old servant looked around silently. No one was passing by here, so he couldn't help but lower his head and lick the blood on the hilt with his tongue.
He didn't know if the rumor was true, but many people had said the same thing, and there was no loss even if the rumor was false.
Carl's consciousness is in a transparent bottle.
He suddenly felt a strange connection. Well, the other end of the connection was not the four people of the Fisher family bloodline, but someone else.
Who is it?
Carl slowly raised his will and soon locked onto the person who had established contact with him, an old servant of the Fischer family.
He tried to convey his will, but found that he could not communicate directly with the other party.
The connection between the two is too tenuous.
The next moment, the old servant knelt down on the ground, trembling with fear, and began to shake. A huge fear surged from deep in his heart.
oh?
He felt his own presence!
What an interesting situation.
Carl soon realized that although he could not communicate, he also could not bestow or possess.
But the other party can sense his presence, and he can also lock the position of the old servant at any time and sense his emotions.
"It's time. The Fisher family's development has reached a bottleneck. We must further recruit more people to work hard for my recovery."
The recovery time was too long, and Carl knew deep down that the only three and a half "chess pieces" he had were not enough.
He must further expand the scale of the "chess pieces" under his control.
It was late at night, and Byrne had just returned in the family carriage after dining at the Taylor family. As soon as he got off the carriage, he saw the old servant walking towards him with a nervous look on his face. It was obvious that he had been waiting at the gate of the courtyard for a long time.
"Master Byrne, I heard it! I really heard it!"
Byrne was slightly stunned, not understanding what the other party meant, and subconsciously asked: "What did you hear? What are you talking about?"
The old man looked at Byrne with great horror, and kept claiming that he heard the voice of that great being.
“Yes, it was Him. I don’t know who He is, but I heard His voice!”
“That is a great being who has lost his life. I am as small as dust in front of him. I am extremely humble.”
Byrne looked increasingly uneasy.
After the old man finished speaking, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground and pray silently.
Wait a minute!
He couldn't be talking about the Lost Lord!
Byrne was horrified and had no idea what was going on. He suppressed his surprise and said in a low voice, "Come with me."
Then he took the old servant to the basement, and found his father and Irene and told them what happened.
When the core members of the Fisher family learned about this, they were all shocked and found it unbelievable.
The old servant was ordered to wait outside the basement, and the three members of the Fisher family began to discuss again.
Carl's will also possessed Irene, watching another family meeting of the Fisher family.
Sometimes he would find family meetings inexplicably interesting, because some of the ways in which ordinary people think, due to their limited vision, are always bizarre.
"We must never let the blood flow out at will in the future. There seems to be a mysterious power contained in our blood." Byrne said with a bad look on his face.
"What is going on? How could someone realize the existence of the Lord of Loss?" Lucius' face showed signs of aging, and his expression became more steadfast.
The matter at hand was extremely important. Irene and Byrne remained silent, unable to give a direct answer.
"Perhaps, asking the Lord directly can solve the problem more easily."
Irene had flowing black hair and eyes like extremely beautiful gems. She closed her eyes and muttered to herself.
"Great Lord of the Lost, please tell us, is this your will?"
"We are your faithful believers, the blessed people of the Fisher family, and we look forward to your guidance here."
Lucius and Byrne remained silent, and after a while, Irene finally opened her eyes again.
She said with some excitement: "I have received instructions from the great Lord of the Lost!"
Byrne and Lucius looked at each other and continued to listen.
The Great Lost Lord wants them to distribute His blood to ordinary people as much as possible so that He can influence those ordinary people.
However, the blood of family members will have an effect on ordinary people, and the power contained in the extraordinary people will neutralize the extremely weak influence in the blood.
At least at this stage it can only affect ordinary people, but Lucius still advised Byrne not to let the old servant be in charge of things around them in the future.
Lucius was in favor of establishing a secret cult, and he analyzed it very seriously:
"It's time. The wealth that our family can own is accumulating more and more slowly. We need a new source of income to obtain extraordinary materials and mysterious artifacts."
The Fisher family has also been in trouble recently. After the guards were expanded to 20 people, prices in all aspects have been rising year by year, while the family's wealth accumulation speed has slowed down, and the income and expenditure are just maintaining a balance.
So far, the Fisher family has accumulated a fortune of about fifty-five gold coins, and extraordinary materials have become increasingly expensive in recent years. Even the cheapest second-level extraordinary material requires fifty-two gold coins.
Irene had to consider going outside the town to treat people in other areas. Next month, she would go to the nearest town, where the wealthy people with illnesses had already heard of the name "Dr. Irene".
The biggest reason why the Fisher family did not establish a cult in the past was that it was very difficult to keep secrets. In history, no matter how unbreakable a cult was, as long as it continued to spread and develop, it would be exposed sooner or later.
Now the great Lord of the Lost has issued an order, and His great power can also influence the believers who take blood through His will, thus guaranteeing the loyalty of the "blood recipients" to a large extent, so the Fisher family can no longer stand still.
So what is the name of the secret cult established with the Fisher family as the core?
After everyone discussed it, Irene finally suggested that the name of the cult should be "Dawn".
Lucius and Byrne both found it very strange, because the image of the Lord of the Lost is a black cross of light, so why is the name of the secret sect that believes in Him called Dawn?
Irene explained very calmly: "If the name of the cult doesn't have a good intention, ordinary people will also resist it after hearing it."
Carl felt that this was indeed the case.
A secret cult called "Dark Killing Fighting Society" or "Pink Fuzzy Rabbit". Ordinary people would probably not dare to join or want to join it after hearing the name.
She paused and continued to explain:
"Moreover, that night I saw a white light that was brighter than the sun, which cut through the suffocating darkness in the storm and brought me the most beautiful dawn."
(End of this chapter)
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