Chapter 15 Blood debt paid with blood
More than a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
Winter is coming again, the frost in the early morning dyes the earth white, and snowflakes fall from the sky.
Nasir is a strange place. The weather is relatively mild, and it snows every winter, but there is a subtropical jungle. There is still no reasonable explanation.
The Fisher family has moved to the town for two years and has completely established a foothold in Nasir. Many rich people owe Irene a favor.
Although many acquaintances are surprised at Irene's change from a fisherman's daughter to a supernatural being, the healing power she possesses is really effective and amazing.
Strength fundamentally determines status, not status determines strength. People in Nasir town also tacitly no longer mention Irene's original background, only saying that she is a skilled healing spellcaster.
Sixteen-year-old Irene has grown a lot taller, and her appearance has gradually grown. Her facial features are delicate, her skin is white and flawless, and her waist-length smooth black hair fascinates many men.
The rich people in the town began to pursue her one after another, but they were all rejected decisively without exception. 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. Although there was no systematic reference book and canon on how to believe in the Lord of the Lost, most of the clergy of the Orthodox Church on the continent were unmarried.
Irene's cousin Byrne was seventeen years old. Because of his bad habit of staying up late to read, he finally had no choice but to wear the same gold-rimmed glasses as Robert.
Byrne and Robert had a very good relationship. He often found Robert to ask about his experiences in the empire. When communicating, he was always extremely excited and surprised, and he was not nervous in front of strangers at all.
In addition to the affairs of the empire, he was most interested in the five major Orthodox churches and gods, as well as the Northern Seven Luminaries Alliance, the only country on the Oden continent that could confront the empire.
More than a year ago, after studying the historical event "Purple Fish Tide", Byrne proposed to stockpile medicines, firmly stating that those purple fish tides would cause a large number of East Coast residents to be poisoned.
So the Fisher family initially took out five gold coins to try it out, and finally gritted their teeth and borrowed money to stockpile a batch of drugs to alleviate toxicity.
Later, fishermen were indeed poisoned one after another, and the Fisher family was about to make a fortune.
However, an amazing scene appeared. The Storm Bishop came to the East Coast in person at the first time. He set off waves in front of everyone, shouted the name of the storm, and released a powerful force to disperse all the purple fish tides!
That is the extraordinary person who is close to the third-level "monarch", changing natural phenomena with his own power!
Byrne, who was slapped in the face, had insomnia for several consecutive nights, and finally realized that "past knowledge" might not be the truth in the later time period.
When everyone on the East Coast cheered and thanked the Storm Church, the Fisher family came to the point of bankruptcy. Fortunately, not long after, Robert's Taylor family made a lot of money by reselling the new thing called "steam engine"!
The Fisher family not only paid off all external debts at once, but also had a wealth of about 35 gold coins left.
Lucius wandered among the various clans, knight families, and wealthy businessmen in Nasir Town, making friends widely, but he never had the opportunity to meet the baron who rarely came to the town.
The baron of the Hoven family is a relative of the most powerful person on the East Coast, the Governor of the East Sea of the Siat Kingdom, the nephew of Count Hoven, and there are even rumors that he is the illegitimate son of the Governor of the East Sea.
So although Nasir Town is his territory, Baron Hoven often stays in Fein, the only city on the East Coast, and only comes back once or twice a year, and always with a look of disgust.
Tonight, the Fisher family held another family meeting.
Warmth came from the fireplace. Several core members of the family gathered in the hall. On the table were prepared food for the sacrifice.
Chris was already two years old. The silver-haired baby was extremely cute. His big, bright eyes were like two shining stars. He was brought to the hall in the arms of the servant.
"You can go down."
Erin nodded calmly, and the servant immediately bowed and left.
Little Chris saw the servant who took care of him leave, turned around and looked at him reluctantly for a while, then sat beside him and played with his fingers without caring, quietly without saying a word.
Lucius frowned, and couldn't help rubbing his chin and muttering:
"Byrne, how come Chris can't speak at the age of two? Isn't there something wrong with his ears?"
In the past two years, little Chris has grown up, but he has never spoken, and even rarely screams.
It's worry-free, but it makes the three family members a little uneasy.
Byrne adjusted his glasses and shook his head, saying, "I don't know Chris's condition either. This kind of thing requires a professional doctor's examination."
Erin squatted beside Chris and silently prayed to the great Lord of the Lost.
Great Lord of the Lost, I hope you can protect Chris and let him grow up well.
As I once said, as long as Chris can grow up well, I can pay any price.
Unlike others, she was very calm.
As long as the Lord protects her, even if her brother really has any congenital diseases, he can be cured, and there is no need to worry about it.
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The darkness of the night fell, and in the snow outside the town of Nasir, a group of jungle natives wearing animal skins and black facial patterns looked at the town with a serious look.
It should have been their home.
A hundred years ago, the Syat people invaded the land of the East Coast people, killed the bravest warriors, kidnapped women and children as slaves, and drove them who had lived here for generations into the dangerous jungle. Afterwards, they even called the East Coast people so-called savages.
I am afraid that even the weight of all the demons and evil in the world combined cannot compare to the slightest sin of the Syat people!
All the Syat people deserve to die!
In front of many jungle natives, stood a burly middle-aged priest with scars all over his face. The determination and faith in his eyes made others respect him from the bottom of their hearts.
He is not only a spellcaster who masters "blood magic", but also a powerful warrior who inherits the bloodline of "Shadow Shark Tiger".
The ordinary first-level, that is, the "origin" level of extraordinary people, is not his opponent at all. Only the higher-level "metamorphosis" level extraordinary people can suppress him steadily.
"Revenge is the will of the Blood Lord! It is also the long-cherished wish of us East Coasters!"
The inferior title of Bloody Demon has been severely abandoned by the middle-aged priest. Now the East Coasters call that mysterious existence the Blood Lord. Only the power of the Blood Lord can help them defeat the Syats and regain their own land and dignity.
He continued:
"Our civil war was provoked by the Syats. All the deaths were caused by the Syats' tricks. Now we must make the incompetent and cunning Syats pay for everything!"
Whether the civil war was provoked by the Syats is unknown, but the middle-aged priest knows very well that this statement is the only way to end the internal strife.
The middle-aged priest's eyes are extremely solemn. In the more than one year of civil war, a large number of East Coasters were killed and injured. Now the remaining East Coasters must do something to boost morale.
As long as he finishes this matter, he will greatly enhance his reputation, and have a better chance to convince a few priests who do not obey orders, and finally completely unify all the remaining East Coasters.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!" He roared sincerely.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
The jungle natives roared loudly, and everyone's eyes were full of anger and hatred. The oppression for a hundred years was suffocating every East Coaster.
"Tomorrow night, we will avenge a priest who died in the Syat!"
"Fischer, an unknown Syat family accidentally gave birth to seeds that can continue to breed sin. Some of them gained extraordinary power and luckily caused the death of a respected old priest."
The middle-aged priest's voice suddenly became low when he said this, and the jungle natives also looked extremely sad. The compassion of the old priest made people respect him from the bottom of their hearts.
"I believe that many of us have received his grace. In the hands of that priest, children were cured of diseases and the elderly were also relieved of pain. Now we want to use revenge to seek justice for him!"
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
He spoke again deeply, and many East Coasters wearing animal skins immediately responded with anger in their hearts.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
