Chapter 5 Nasir Town
As soon as the sky cleared up, Irene woke up from her sleep. The first thing she did was to look at her younger brother, Chris. The baby in the cradle was breathing steadily and looked extremely healthy.
"call."
Irene, who breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up fearfully and quickly knelt down in front of the transparent bottle on the table.
"Great Lord of the Lost, thank you for giving me the power."
A green light gradually emerged in her eyes, and she was truly filled with gratitude and excitement. Extraordinary power, that was something that only existed in legends!
Somehow, Irene seemed to have gained dignity and confidence from deep within her that had never existed before.
Carl did not respond, because telepathic communication also consumes a small amount of spiritual energy, and he should speak as little as possible when it is not necessary.
Moreover, he fundamentally understood the human mind. No matter how great an existence is, as long as it gets closer to the mundane world, it will lose its mystery and greatly reduce the sense of awe.
Since you have decided to be the mastermind behind the Fisher family rather than some amiable old grandfather, it is best to remain mysterious and cold enough.
What he wants to do is a "chess player". No matter how important the so-called old grandfather in the story is, he is actually just a treasure of the protagonist and has no independence at all.
Irene didn't get a response and was confused for a moment, but the mark on the back of her hand reminded her that the Lord of the Lost definitely existed.
Suddenly, the girl understood!
Maybe He was observing me silently, but I failed to complete the requirements and did not find the mysterious object, so the great Lord of the Lost did not bother to reply to me!
"call."
Erin walked out the door and took a deep breath, feeling that she had experienced an unimaginable night.
In the high sky, two suns, one golden and one white, shine brightly. They are the "Jiaoyang" and the "Glorious Yang", constantly emitting soft light. The third sun only appears very rarely.
Those miserable corpses are still there.
The girl trembled subconsciously, and last night's experience came to her mind. Everything in her memory seemed extremely real.
She had seen dead people and animals being killed, but she had never seen a living person being killed. They died like animals being slaughtered.
They couldn't just leave them out there for everyone to find, so Irene forced herself to suppress her fear and nausea, and finally dragged all the corpses into the cabin.
The sleeping baby was surrounded by corpses but still sleeping soundly, with a healthy and rosy face.
"We don't have enough goat milk at home. We need to go to town to exchange some goat milk and food."
Irene thought about borrowing another shovel and burying the bodies while the rain softened the soil.
"That's right."
Irene almost forgot something. She frowned and hesitated for a long time, but finally squatted down and started searching the corpse.
She was pleasantly surprised to find that the cultist's body, which was intact, had thirty-five copper nars on it, enough for her and her brother to live for half a month!
The most regrettable thing is that there are only a few liquefied and solidified silver coins left on the charred corpse, which cannot be used for the time being.
Irene's mentality gradually changed unconsciously. She stood up silently and walked out of the wooden house, heading towards the town of Nasir with heavy steps.
Her hands, washed in the river, still smelled of corpses. She could no longer be carefree.
Carl in the bottle concentrated his consciousness and gradually tried to transfer it to the red mark on the back of Irene's hand.
He soon discovered that just as he had imagined, he could observe the outside world from Irene's perspective through the connection of his clan's red mark.
It was a magical feeling, like watching some weird VR show. Carl had no control over where he would look next, and his vision just kept moving along with Irene's perspective.
Moreover, after leaving the bottle, he could no longer enter the God's perspective, and his vision was limited to the possessed person.
A thin mist filled the streets, and the whole town was covered with a hazy veil.
The sky cleared up and the townspeople came out of their houses. The vendors in the market set up their stalls early to sell food, tools, handicrafts, and livestock. Townspeople came and went, and the vendors shouted loudly, attracting passers-by to buy their goods.
Irene calmly came to a stall in the market and bought a bucket of goat milk for three copper nars.
"Hey, it's Copper Nar?"
The vendor selling goat milk was quite surprised. The girl usually exchanged fruits and things from home for money, but this time she actually gave him real copper nars.
"Thank you for your help in the past. I will return the bucket tomorrow morning."
Irene's heart seemed to have grown up a lot overnight. Last night's events, the gods' demands, the magical power in her body, too many things needed time to be gradually digested.
She walked through the crowd carrying a bucket of goat milk and soon found a blacksmith shop in the town of Nasir.
The girl was instantly surrounded by sparks, hammering sounds and the smell of metal. The workers were busy cooperating with each other tacitly. Red flames were emitting from the center of the furnace, and iron blocks and metal materials of various sizes were piled beside it.
The owner was an extremely burly old blacksmith with white hair, wrinkles on his face and sharp eyes.
Irene put down the goat milk bucket at the door of the shop, her face showing a maturity that did not match her age, and she said calmly:
"Mr. Shopkeeper, I need to rent a shovel."
The old blacksmith stared at her in silence for a long while, then said in a deep voice:
"You must be Irene, right? I know your parents. They once gave me some fish that they couldn't sell... Well, I can lend you the shovel. Return it to me when you're done."
The old blacksmith paused and said, "You can call me Raymond. If you have any trouble in the future, you can come to me."
Irene's eyes lit up slightly, and she immediately expressed her sincere gratitude: "Thank you very much, Mr. Raymond. I will remember your kindness."
Although she had just earned some money from unknown sources, poverty and hunger had already been deeply engraved in the girl's childhood, and she tried not to spend money if possible.
But she hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I'd better bring you some fruit tomorrow. I can't let you be taken advantage of for nothing."
The old blacksmith did not object any more.
When the frail Irene left with the shovel and the goat milk bucket, Raymond in the blacksmith shop muttered to himself:
"They really look alike. My granddaughter back then was almost the same as her. Alas, at the age of thirteen or fourteen, she has to take care of her brother alone. I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to survive this winter."
Carl, who possessed Irene, felt a metallic smell, although it was extremely faint. There was a thin metallic blood power in the old man's body.
Perhaps we can try to explore his potential. At present, there are only young Irene and her brother who can't do anything at all. As long as the loyalty of "chess pieces" can be guaranteed, the more the better.
But Carl felt that the old man didn’t have much time left to live, and the investment value might not be enough.
However, he also noticed that in addition to the old man, there seemed to be other people in the blacksmith shop who possessed the same type of bloodline power. Could they be his descendants or relatives?
Irene was carrying something as she passed by a food stall. She suddenly stopped and stared at the rough, dark and hard bread. After hesitating for a while, she shook her head and continued walking forward.
That was something she could only eat on her birthday in the past. The girl felt strange and wondered what was wrong with her. She had an urge to vent.
She passed a mansion in the center of Nasir town, a whitewashed house surrounded by manicured gardens and tree-lined paths.
The rainwater that had accumulated on the eaves all night dripped down, forming a thin stream that made a tinkling sound.
The owner of the white mansion is the mayor of Nasir Town. He is responsible for helping the Baron of the Hoven family manage the affairs of Nasir Town.
Maritime trade is the most profitable business on the East Coast. The mayor of Nasir is an extremely wealthy tycoon on the East Coast. He is good friends with the big merchants who control shipping and has many useful connections.
The middle-aged, obese mayor had just finished his breakfast and walked out of the mansion. He immediately saw the girl passing by the street in front of the door and his eyes widened instantly!
He seemed to have seen something extremely incredible!
"Good day, mayor."
Irene bowed her head calmly and respectfully and greeted him. To an ordinary fisherman's daughter, the mayor of Nasir was undoubtedly a high-ranking figure.
But after a night of madness, deep down in her heart she no longer had any awe for mortals.
“You, you, you…”
The mayor seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything for a long time, and finally just shook his head.
Irene was stunned for a moment, then left in confusion, her intuition telling her that something was wrong.
The mayor's eyes revealed deep fatigue and fear as he looked at the girl's back.
What is going on?
Those people had clearly agreed with me that as long as I sacrificed the orphaned brother and sister who no one cared about, the terrifying cult would not target this town!
At least this year would be fine! This whole year! Nasir should have been safe!
He had paid so much to keep the cult stable, and every year's sacrifice was for Nasir, but the brother and sister had shamelessly survived.
What if someone from that evil cult came looking for us, or if the matter got out of hand and the Baron or even the even more terrifying Storm Church noticed it?
The huge fear almost engulfed the mayor in an instant.
Baron Hoven is the owner of the entire town of Nasir, and he is also the only extraordinary person in the town who has reached the second level.
The strongest person on the East Coast is the region's Storm Bishop, who is likely close to the third level.
From a mortal's perspective, that powerful being is almost the same as a true god.
He was trembling all over, lost in deep thought, unable to comprehend something of vital importance.
"Strange, why on earth would that happen? It's impossible that the helpless brother and sister would survive."
Could it be that something happened to the high priest of the Blood Cult? But he was also a true extraordinary person, and it was easy for him to deal with two children.
The mayor's face turned serious. He had to try to contact the cult members and get the latest information about the incident.
After returning home, Irene immediately confirmed that her brother was okay. She looked around and saw that there was no one else around. She finally took a deep breath.
I hope no one has passed by here while I'm away.
For some reason, all the deceased people turned into pale ashes, and their bodies looked as if they had been dead for a long time.
The ground outside the cabin was extremely soft. She gripped the cold, rough handle of the shovel tightly and dug hard into the wet ground, trembling and tired as she buried the ashes completely in the soil.
Until everything was done, the night was deep and darkness fell.
There was no light in the girl's tired and numb eyes, as if her fear of death and her last innocence were buried deep underground along with the ashes.
——
Late at night a few hours ago.
In an east coast town dozens of kilometers away.
"ah!"
Lucius and Byrne, a father and son named Fisher, woke up from their dreams one after another!
The two looked at each other, speechless for a long time.
In their dreams, they all heard a kind of whispering that was completely incomprehensible and yet difficult to get rid of, as if it were the strange whispering of a devil or evil god.
The father and son stared at each other with sweat pouring down their backs.
The sudden red mark on the back of his hand caused a dull pain, as if it were some kind of nightmare, or like the fate contained in his blood.
"East." The son swallowed.
"The source of the call is in that direction..."
(End of this chapter)
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