From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Winter came again, as frost in the early morning whitened the earth, and snowflakes fell flurriedly from the high skies.

Nasir was a strange place, where although the weather was fairly mild, it snowed every year, yet there paradoxically existed a subtropical jungle, for which there was still no reasonable explanation.

Two years had passed since the Fischer family moved into the town, and they had since firmly established themselves in Nasir, with many wealthy individuals owing favors to Irene.

Although many acquaintances found Irene’s transformation from a fisherman’s daughter to an Extraordinary Exponent strange, the healing extraordinary power she possessed had real, astonishing efficacy.

Power fundamentally determined status, not the other way around, and the townspeople of Nasir City tacitly stopped mentioning Irene’s original background, referring to her only as a skilled healing spellcaster.

At sixteen, Irene had grown quite a bit taller and her features had matured, delicately structured and complemented by flawless, pale skin, her long black hair that reached her waist fascinated many men.

Wealthy men in the town began to pursue her one after another, but without exception, they were all decisively rejected, as Irene had already decided to dedicate her body and soul to the great Lord of the Lost.

She considered herself a priest of the Lord of the Lost, and even though there was no systematic reference to the teachings or regulations for how to worship the Lord of the Lost, it was common for most clergy members of the Five Great True Gods Churches on the continent to remain unmarried.

Irene’s cousin, Byrne, at seventeen, had reluctantly begun wearing the same style of gold-rimmed glasses as Robert, due to his bad habit of staying up late to read.

Byrne and Robert had an extremely good relationship, with Byrne often seeking out Robert to inquire about his experiences in the empire, always expressing amazement and excitement during their exchanges, showing none of the usual nervousness he had around strangers.

Beyond the affairs of the empire, what interested him most were the Five Great True Gods Churches and the gods themselves, as well as the northern Seven Stars Alliance, the only entity on the Ouden Continent that could confront the empire.

More than a year ago, Byrne, after studying the historical event “The Crimson Tide”, suggested stockpiling medicines, firmly asserting that the crimson tides would cause mass poisoning among the residents of the East Coast.

Therefore, the Fischer family initially set aside five gold coins to try Byron’s idea out, but ended up biting the bullet and accruing debt to stockpile a batch of medicine to alleviate the toxicity.

Indeed, fishermen began to suffer poisonings in succession, and the Fischer family was on the verge of making a fortune.

However, an astonishing scene unfolded when the Tempest Bishop arrived at the East Coast firsthand, lifting waves upon waves before the crowd, proclaiming the name of the storm, and unleashing a tremendous force to disperse the crimson fish tide!

That was an Extraordinary Exponent nearing “Monarch” of Level 3, who changed the natural phenomenon with his own power!

The slapped-faced Byrne suffered from insomnia for several nights in a row, finally realizing that “past knowledge” might not hold true as time progressed.

While the people of the East Coast were cheering and expressing gratitude to the Tempest Church, the Fischer family was on the brink of bankruptcy. Fortunately, it wasn’t long before Robert’s Taylor family made a fortune in the business of trading a new invention called the “steam engine”!

Not only did the Fischer family instantly clear all their external debts, but they were also left with a surplus of about thirty-five gold coins in wealth.

Lucius moved among the various clans, knight families, and wealthy individuals of Nasir Town, making a wide range of friends, though he had never had the opportunity to meet the Lord Baron who seldom came to town.

That Baron of the Hovern family was a relative of one of the most powerful people on the East Coast, the East Coast Governor and nephew of Earl Hovern, and there were even rumors that he was the illegitimate son of the East Coast Governor.

Thus, although Nasir Town was his territory, Baron Hovern usually stayed in the only city on the East Coast, Fein, only returning once or twice a year, and always with an expression of distaste.

Tonight, the Fischer family was holding another family meeting.

Warmth emanated from the fireplace as the core members of the family gathered in the hall, and on the table was food prepared for sacrifice,

Chris, now two years old, was extremely adorable with his silver hair and big, bright eyes shining like two twinkling stars, as he was brought into the hall by a servant.

“You may leave now.”

Irene nodded calmly, and the servant immediately bowed and left.

Seeing the servant who took care of him leave, little Chris turned and looked back unwillingly for a while, then indifferently sat down to play with his fingers quietly, not saying a word.

Lucius furrowed his brows, muttering as he stroked his chin:

“Byrne, what do you think is wrong with Chris, not speaking at the age of two? Could there be a problem with his ears?”

Over two years, little Chris had grown more and more but had never been heard speaking, and he rarely even babbled.

It was relieving, yet it made all three family members somewhat uneasy.

Byrne adjusted his glasses and shook his head, “I’m not clear about Chris’s condition either, this sort of thing needs a professional physician to examine.”

Irene crouched beside Chris, silently praying in her heart to the great Lord of the Lost.

Great Lord of the Lost, I hope you can protect Chris and let him grow up well.

Just like I once said, I’m willing to pay any price to let Chris grow up well.

Unlike others, her heart was very calm.

With the Lord’s protection, even if her brother really had some congenital disease, it could be cured; there was no need to worry at all.

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As the darkness of night descended, a group of jungle natives, clad in beast skins and black facial markings, looked solemnly at Nasir Town amidst the snowy landscape outside.

This place should have been their homeland.

A hundred years ago, the Cyart people invaded the land of the East Coast people, killed the bravest warriors, took women and children as slaves, and drove those who had lived here for generations after generations into a jungle full of dangers, and afterward even called the East Coast people so-called savages.

Probably even all the evil and wickedness of the demons in the world combined does not amount to the slightest of the sins of the Cyart people!

All Cyart people deserve to die!

In front of the numerous jungle natives stood a burly middle-aged priest with scars all over his face, whose determination and belief in his eyes inspired genuine respect from others.

He was not just a spellcaster who mastered “Blood Magic,” but also a mighty warrior who inherited the “Shadow Shark Tiger” bloodline.

Ordinary Level 1, which is to say “Beginning” level Extraordinary Exponents, were no match for him; only those of the higher “Transmutation” level could firmly suppress him.

“Revenge, is the will of the Lord of Bloody Cult! It is also the longstanding wish of our East Coast people!”

The derogatory term Mighty Bloody Demon had been sternly abolished by the middle-aged priest; now, the East Coast people call that mysterious entity the Lord of Bloody Cult, and only the power of the Lord of Bloody Cult could help them defeat the Cyart people and take back their land and dignity.

He continued to speak:

“Our civil war was instigated by the Cyart people, all the deaths were brought about by the Cyart people’s schemes, and now we will make all the deceitful and incapable Cyart people repay everything!”

Whether the civil war was really sparked by the Cyart people was impossible to know for sure, but the middle-aged priest knew that such a statement was the only way to end the infighting.

The middle-aged priest’s gaze was extremely solemn; in the more than a year of civil war, the East Coast people had suffered heavy casualties, and now the surviving East Coast people must do something to boost morale.

And once he did this thing, he would greatly enhance his prestige and have a chance to subdue a few priests who did not obey orders, and finally unify all the remaining East Coast people completely.

“Blood for blood!” he roared sincerely.

“Blood for blood!”

The jungle natives shouted angrily in unison, each person’s eyes filled with fury and hatred, the oppression of a century practically suffocating every East Coast person.

“Tomorrow night, we shall avenge a priest who died at the hands of Cyart people!”

“Fischer, an obscure Cyart family that by chance produced a seed capable of continuing to breed sin. Among them, someone gained extraordinary power and fortuitously caused the death of a respected old priest.”

At this point, the voice of the middle-aged priest instantly grew heavy, and the expressions of the jungle natives also became extremely sorrowful, respecting the old priest’s compassionate heart from the depths of their beings.

“I believe many of us have received his beneficence, with children being healed of diseases by the hands of that priest, and the elderly being relieved of pain. Now, it is time for us to claim justice for him through revenge!”

“Blood for blood!”

He spoke solemnly once again, and the numerous East Coast people clad in beast skins immediately responded with hearts filled with anger.

“Blood for blood!”