From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Upon hearing and confirming this name, Byrne immediately fell into deep thought.

He had occasionally heard of Emil before, seemingly a spellcaster from Nasir’s silver descendant clan with high-level Beginning strength. His talent for casting fell under “Transformation”.

It was said that Emil was quite talented and had the opportunity to reach Level 2 “Transmutation” in the future.

Byrne had no real interaction with him, and the thought of unhesitatingly killing a stranger with whom he bore no personal grudge still brought some psychological pressure.

“Byrne, I know your personality; you’re not someone who would take another’s life for personal gain so easily,”

Irene said calmly from the side, her gaze toward Byrne unwavering, as if she had long been prepared for this step.

“Let me take care of this matter. You don’t have to get involved,”

Aaron asked in surprise:

“Oh? You’re not choosing to stand together? I thought people from the Fischer family always put their full effort in the same direction.”

“You think you bear him no grudge, but you’re wrong,”

Byrne slightly furrowed his brow, listening as Aaron continued.

“By choosing me and the Fischer family, you have already blocked his path. The grudge is set; sooner or later he will come after me!”

The middle-aged silver descendant sneered coldly, with a look in his eyes as though he were a wild animal, a demon, or even more sinister!

“And should I die or lose power, the three hundred Gold Coins you invested will be washed away completely. When that time comes, you will regret your inaction and regret not doing more for your family.”

Byrne’s brow remained tightly knitted, silent, but deep down he knew that the other party made sense.

However, the Class 3 Extraordinary Material pledged by Aaron was still there, so it wouldn’t be a total loss.

The Fischer family had already blocked the candidate Emil’s path—there was indeed a grudge between them!

In the end, I was still too naive, having been unprepared for such things all this while, yet now I had no choice but to confront it.

In truth, there was something Irene hadn’t mentioned, which was her recollection of Emil, that detestable man.

He always disliked Irene’s visits because he had to hurriedly pay her after the clan elder received treatment, just to show respect; hoping the elder would recover.

But through her Extraordinary trait of “Listening for Malice”, she could discern Emil’s true thoughts.

Silently, he had wished the elder would die quickly so he could become the new elder. It was always tough for him to express his bitterness, nearly at the point of wanting to kill Irene, who kept treating the elder.

Irene always saw that man’s undisguised threatening glance and heard the malice deep within him.

She even highly suspected that if it weren’t for Emil’s reluctance to provoke the Fischer family, she might have already faced threats from him.

Just then, Byrne and Irene suddenly felt a sense of alarm!

It was the will of the Lord of the Lost!

Every time they heeded a divine warning, something extremely dangerous happened. The two of them instantly changed complexion, not knowing what was about to unfold.

Irene was certain that it wasn’t Aaron harboring hostility, as her Extraordinary trait “Malice Perception” had no reaction.

She soon saw a servant running to the outside of the living room in panic, not daring to come closer, shouting in extreme anxiety: “Masters, something terrible has happened!”

All three turned their heads toward him. The Fischer family’s rules had become increasingly strict in recent years, and servants would not normally interrupt conversations. The urgency of this servant certainly meant the situation was grave.

“What’s wrong?” Irene asked immediately.

As family matters were mostly handled by Irene, the servants held her in some awe and quickly bowed their heads to say:

“Many people from the silver descendants clan have arrived, and they’ve brought a lot of torches. I fear they intend to set this place ablaze!”

Irene and Byrne immediately looked toward Aaron, whose brow also furrowed in confusion.

“How did this happen? Let’s go out and take a look, hurry up!”

They subsequently arrived outside, where Guards Captain Theo had already led more than thirty guards, who were stationed at the door vigilantly with spears in their hands and more than a dozen of them carrying newly issued flintlocks.

In the darkness of the night, a group of silver-haired people held up torches high, gathered together, the flames reflecting the anger on their faces.

Byrne saw that the silver descendants surrounding the mansion numbered nearly a hundred, and they were mostly armed with torches and weapons, evidently more in number than the Fischer family. The leading silver-haired man wore lavish clothes, clearly a wealthy and high-status silver descendant.

If his guess was correct, the man leading them was none other than Emil, whom Aaron had been so eager to kill.

“What are you doing!”

Byrne stepped forward, indignantly and fearlessly shouting at the many silver descendants.

“Aaron, that traitor, he is indeed here!”

Emil raised a dagger, pointing it at Aaron standing by Byrne’s side, and roared:

“Brothers! You have all been deceived by Aaron. Aaron is a traitor to the silver descendants clan, he has colluded with outsiders, bribing the elders with those filthy Gold Coins!”

“The ancestors and the Lords of Salvation will never recognize him, never!”

Emil’s anger flared even more when he saw the damn woman wearing a black veil.

If she hadn’t been there, the elders would have died on the road during their flight when the Rhea attacked years ago. At that time, Aaron wasn’t even an Extraordinary Exponent. The selection of a new elder would never have fallen to him!

With their number being thrice that of their opponents, Emil couldn’t help but feel brazen as he pointed his dagger towards Irene’s veil and bellowed:

“You filthy scum of the Fischer family, oozing pus of vile evil, you bring out your wicked money, you insult our sacred selection of elders, now is the time to kneel and repent on the ground!”

He paused for a moment, continuing to mock and insult:

“As shameless outsiders, you manipulate our selection of elders, utterly despicable. This pair of siblings are probably just like the rumors say, indulging in secretive love affairs, utterly lacking any moral bottom line!”

The dozen or so silver descendants surrounding them burst into vulgar laughter, looking at Irene with depraved eyes, and some even making insulting gestures.

Beneath her veil, Irene’s expression remained unchanged, she even wanted to sneer.

She well knew that Byrne was a fairly kind person but also extremely emotional. He could tolerate being scorned himself, but he would never allow someone to insult or harm his friends and family.

Byrne was indeed furious inside, knowing all too well how far such gossip could spread in a small place, and he was mentally itching to pull every bone out of that guy’s body!

He used “Profound Memory” to firmly imprint the faces of those who had just laughed!

Aaron’s face remained expressionless throughout, but internally he was puzzled as to why there had been a leak until he saw a young man hiding in the crowd and finally understood.

It was the guy who had brought gifts on his first visit to the Fischer family, someone who had been following him for years and to whom he had given enough food to survive until now.

Traitor.

The young man caught Aaron’s eye for a second before hurriedly turning away, unsettled, and moving further back into the crowd.

Aaron’s face was cold, knowing his supporters would arrive before long.

Emil raised his torch high, and the many flames lit up the dark night as he shouted with righteous fury:

“Aaron must come back with us! On behalf of our people, I demand you confess your crimes. You must be punished by the law, atoning with your life for your sins!”

Aaron continued to sneer silently, saying nothing.

The guards of the Fischer family looked grave, with Guards Captain Theo noticing several silver descendants also armed with flintlocks. If a battle really ensued, even if they eventually won, the casualties on their side would be dire.

Byrne and Irene, however, both appeared calm, seemingly unconcerned about the situation at hand.

Emil kept shouting, constantly stirring the emotions of the silver descendants around him.

“Today, we demand justice and fairness! Otherwise, we will burn the Fischer family! Burn the Fischer family! Burn the Fischer family!”

After his shout, the people around him joined in, and soon hundreds of silver descendants began to yell. The sound was deafening, and everyone in the street could hear it clearly.