Chapter 37: The Evolution of Runes (Thanks to the leader for the reward!)
The consciousness is in a dark chaos, unable to see or hear anything.
Carl was about to fall asleep again, but suddenly he felt a familiar and warm spirit returning to him. At the same time, a man's soul also came, and a soul imprint with a purple cross symbol.
In the dark space, Carl was like a huge, boundless star, and the man's soul was like a tiny planet surrounding it.
Lucius.
He couldn't help but sigh, staring into the confused soul of the man and making a promise to him.
[Sleep deeply, in a comfortable dream, quietly waiting for the time of awakening that has not yet arrived. ]
[One day, you will wake up again. ]
Lucius's confused soul fell into a deep sleep, quietly waiting for the day when his soul would be revived.
Carl discovered that as Lucius's spirituality was absorbed by his own soul, the second seal in the deepest part of his soul had loosened significantly, and the time for it to be completely lifted was not far away.
He soon noticed something extraordinary.
With the nourishment of the soul and the baptism of the world, the purple cross rune "Protection" evolved, and the original cross changed into a fence shape to become a stronger spiritual rune "Iron Wall".
Compared to "protection" which can only sustain the repulsive force for a moment, the user of "Iron Wall" can maintain it as long as he stays in place.
At the same time, the effective range of the "Iron Wall" is nearly ten meters, and it can also protect multiple people and objects on the user's side as recognized by the user.
"I see. The emotional energy that constantly escapes from the soul and the mortal world can promote the evolution of the runes' effects to a new stage."
He suddenly realized, and then gave Chris the soul imprint of the "Iron Wall" spirit rune.
Neither Irene nor Byrne's soul capacity could withstand a second soul imprint, so they could only bestow the "Iron Wall" on young Chris.
However, those who have merely obtained the blood of their clan are simply unable to obtain the soul imprint of the runes through a weak connection.
During his brief sleep, Carl observed the situation of the fleeing Nasir people, and soon saw through the bottle that there was a temporary military camp outside.
Military camp?
He was lost in thought, not quite sure where Irene had gone with the transparent bottle.
The next moment, Carl felt the special aura of two identical components and immediately became excited instinctively.
They are now in Irene's hands, but unfortunately they are just components of a powerful and mysterious physical object and do not have any spiritual power within.
He had reason to believe that the Meyer family had more components in their hands.
It’s a pity that the Meyer family is a behemoth in the enemy country of Rhea, and the Fischer family’s current ant-like strength is simply impossible to shake it.
In the temporary military camp, soldiers in black uniforms patrolled, trained, and worked in a disciplined manner. They were the direct subordinate troops of the Duke of Black Iron, responsible for rushing to the town of Nasir and the subsequent search and arrest work.
More than 70 people including the Fisher family are now in two very crowded large tents in the temporary military camp, waiting for the next arrangements with mixed feelings.
Most people finally felt relieved, after all, they were found by their own country's army instead of falling into the hands of the enemy.
However, people like Byrne who have been separated from their loved ones are still filled with anxiety, uneasiness and worry.
Byrne fidgeted in the tent, gritting his teeth and getting up from time to time, wanting to wait for news from his father, but was afraid to learn anything about him.
Contradiction, anxiety, uneasiness, regret, all kinds of emotions surrounded and entangled his heart.
Soon after, a soldier came out from outside the tent and stared at the civilians inside the tent.
"Who is Bayern Fischer? The Duke wants you to come over."
"I'm here."
Byrne subconsciously raised his hand. Irene, who was holding Chris next to him, was slightly startled and saw a purple light appear in Chris's eyes.
The soldier looked in the direction of the sound and nodded, "Come with me."
The Duke, such an important person wants to see him. Byrne stood up in a daze and followed the soldiers out of the tent.
He came to the largest tent and saw a burly old man in a black cotton coat. He was strong and straight, and his every move showed the tough temperament of a military man, but his skin was abnormally white.
The old man was sitting behind a table piled with documents. His sharp eyes were like a shrewd and experienced old griffin, staring at his prey all the time, never letting down his guard for a moment.
Byrne subconsciously felt nervous. He was a top-level "monarch" of the third level, the most important pillar of the Siat Kingdom, a high and mighty figure. Even the King of Siat was quite respectful to the Black Iron Duke who was as solid as a mountain.
Standing beside the old man was a woman with short blond hair and wearing glasses.
She had a calm expression, her clothes were all black, her skin was fair and delicate, and the huge, furry tail behind her like a snow leopard was the most eye-catching thing.
The Duke of Black Iron didn't waste any words and asked straight to the point in a cold voice:
"Are you Byrne from the Fisher family, the son of Lucius?"
"Yes, sir."
Byrne nodded, a strong bad feeling gradually rising in his heart.
The Duke of Dark Iron stared into his eyes and his tone became serious:
"Your father died bravely in battle. He fought bravely to kill two knights and a dozen enemies. He was extremely brave in the battle and was a warrior, a role model, and a role model among the Syat people. You are his only son. What reward do you want?"
“…”
Byrne didn't react for a moment and hesitated for a long time, as if confused by what he heard.
The old man just sat there quietly waiting for him to come back to his senses.
"I think……"
Byrne was silent for a while, thinking about how his father would answer if he were here, until he finally said in a hoarse voice:
"I think the Fisher family can become a member of the Syat nobility."
The Black Iron Duke shook his head decisively and stared coldly at the overly greedy young man:
"No, only the King of Syat can enfeoff nobles. I can only make you a knight, and the Fisher family will become a knight family that is nominally loyal to the Roman family."
The Roman family is the family of the Duke of Black Iron, and is one of the top three aristocratic families in the entire Syatri. Their enormous power and status are second only to the royal family.
Byrne nodded with red eyes and a very sad smile: "That's enough, Your Excellency the Duke. I sincerely thank you for your kindness and generosity."
The Black Iron Duke nodded calmly: "Okay, you can go down."
Without any chance to ask any more questions, Byrne was taken away by the soldiers. The Duke of Dark Iron lowered his head and continued to work without even looking at the young man.
"There are only eighteen years left until the peace agreement between the two countries ends!"
The old man sighed and then fell silent, with deep wisdom in his eyes, thinking: "Who is the author of the so-called 'miracle' that those people encountered?"
On the way back to the tent, Byrne was in a daze, with all the memories of his father in his mind. He still remembered how he said goodbye to him so easily, saying that he just wanted to explore the way ahead, just like he had done many times before.
He couldn't understand why everything in the world was so absurd. That day was actually the last time he saw his father.
Byrne suddenly felt nauseous, but after squatting down, he couldn't stop crying. He kept crying and retching, but he couldn't vomit anything because he hadn't eaten anything.
It turns out that people vomit when they are extremely sad.
He still remembered the words that the black-armored knight had said in an arrogant tone.
"Your death is insignificant. Hand over the treasure. The Meyer family will ascend to the highest throne of the Oden Continent because of you."
The Meyer family!
That is probably a top aristocratic family in Rhea that is not inferior to the Roman family. It has lasted for hundreds or even thousands of years. It is definitely not a terrifying monster that the current Fisher family can shake.
Byrne knelt on the ground, his clenched fingers scratching his skin and bleeding, and he roared in a low voice:
"Father! The Fisher family will remember all the hatred! I swear to the Lost Lord that I will avenge you. Sooner or later, we will pay for everything with the blood and tears of the Meyer family!"
Thanks to the leader Feiwen for the reward!
(End of this chapter)
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