From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Viscount Garcia’s carriage traveled on the main road from Black Mountain Town to Chevron Town.

He sat in the carriage, calm and composed, dressed in a Cyart military uniform, his expression stern, with his strong, rough hands resting on his knees, making him look very resolute and upright.

The carriage gradually came to a stop, and Viscount Garcia stretched out his hand to draw back the curtain, looking towards the not-too-distant thicket of woods and coldly issued a command to the family soldiers outside.

"According to the report, there should be a bandit camp around here. Search the area.”

When the family soldiers returned, he calmly asked, “Did you find any traces?”

The soldiers of the Garcia family looked at the silent wilderness road and all shook their heads; they didn’t know if anyone was there, having searched for a long time without finding any signs.

His deputy said, bowing his head, “No, Lord Viscount, this place doesn’t seem like it harbors bandits.”

Viscount Garcia’s gaze was icy as he decisively said,

"Three days ago, a caravan traveling from Chevron Town to Black Mountain Town was raided right here, and the goods to be delivered to our family were among them. We cannot let the bandits go.”

The family soldiers all knew very well that Lord Viscount Garcia had always been firm in his own judgments.

No matter what they said, they couldn’t change Lord Viscount’s mind.

Garcia never denied he was a stubborn person.

After the fall of the Kesse family and the disappearance of his son-in-law, even though the Tempest Church had confirmed it was the work of the Sea God Cult with comprehensive evidence, and many believed that to be the truth,

He had always believed that it was definitely the Fischer family who killed those people!

"I’ll go down and take a look.”

Viscount Garcia quickly left the carriage and began to search the area himself, remaining vigilant throughout the process as if the foe he sought was not mere bandits but a formidable enemy.

"It’s over here.”

He suddenly found a clue and commanded,

"Stay put!”

Minutes later, Viscount Garcia found a cave in a very concealed part of the woods; the cave turned out to be quite spacious, and after walking a hundred meters in, he came upon the bandits inside.

"It’s an Extraordinary noble!”

"We surrender! We beg you, don’t kill us!”

The bandits crumbled at the sight of Viscount Garcia, scared and wanting to surrender. They were all ordinary people who fully understood the vast gap between themselves and an Extraordinary noble.

“…”

Viscount Garcia said nothing but just waved his hand lightly. The numerous bandits dozens of meters away were sliced apart by an invisible force, turning into a pile of indistinct flesh and blood in an instant.

Those invisible blades were like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, cutting through all flesh and weapons in a moment without any trace of an attack, making it difficult to avoid.

He proceeded deeper and came across several women and children and coldly waved his hand again.

After finishing everything, Viscount Garcia walked out of the cave.

After finding the stolen goods, he continued his journey, first arriving at the most prosperous Chevron Town in the region of the four towns, and then heading south to Phelps Port.

On the way, he kept thinking about the Fischer family matters.

"Fischer family, Byrne…”

Several years after the fall of the Spirit Deer family, Black Mountain Town, Fiera Town, and Chevron Town in the region of the four towns had all been occupied by the Garcia family, also known as the “Roarer clan.”

Undoubtedly, their family had formed an encirclement of Nasir Town, and Viscount Garcia had always wanted to eliminate the Fischer family, this big thorn in their side.

"The main support of the Fischer family is Byrne, and then that Irene. As long as Byrne dies, the entire Fischer family will be thrown into chaos.”

Viscount Garcia, fond of warfare and bloodshed, had always been known to be ferocious on the East Coast, but everyone knew he was not a foolish brute.

He clearly understood that if he wanted to kill Byrne Fischer, he had to figure out two things.

First, how to kill him, and second, the consequences of doing so.

Killing was not just about taking a life—it was about severing all of a person’s connections in the world.

Phelps Port had become a burgeoning city, the second city in the East Coast Province because of the factories and large port established there, making it very prosperous.

"Black Hawk” Viscount Zavier, who controlled it, was a very savvy man in business and development, with a vision surpassing the times. Years ago, he had gone into debt to construct a substantial port, which now brought significant developmental benefits and was the first in East Coast Province to vigorously introduce steam engines.

In just a few decades, he had developed a once insignificant town, no different from Nasir Town, into its current glorious status, with eagle-like vision.

Viscount Garcia arrived in the southern part of Phelps Port and entered a high-end “Red Wine” military club.

It was a very famous officers’ club where many East Coast Province officers who had participated in wars would gather, connect with one another, and share all sorts of intelligence.

However, its membership was strictly limited; Cyart officers without national military achievements couldn’t even qualify to join “Red Wine.”

"Greetings, Viscount Garcia!”

"Salutations to you, Viscount Garcia!”

Many soldiers in the club stood up, their eyes filled with respect for this exemplary military figure.

Everyone was well aware that if it hadn’t been for his leadership in holding Black Mountain Town, the East Coast Province might have fallen during the Rhea People’s first assault!

During the war with the Rhea People, Viscount Garcia had even repeatedly ventured deep into enemy territory, successively assassinating three Rhea nobles and slaughtering multiple villages, carving out a fearsome reputation with his own hands.

Later, he also escaped the pursuit of a Monarch powerful expert for over a dozen days and nights, barely surviving to return to Cyart.

"We meet again, everyone.”

Viscount Garcia calmly nodded in greeting to the crowd.

Then he made his way to the VIP room of the Red Wine Club, seeking out an old friend of more than thirty years, someone who had once saved his life on the battlefield and faced a Monarch powerful expert together with him.

The owner of the Red Wine Club, “the most outstanding wine taster of the East Coast,” Mr. Samuel.

Samuel was an elderly man in black clothing, his white hair immaculately combed and his entire demeanor exceptionally elegant, the very image of decorum.

He held up a glass of red wine with a smile and said, “You haven’t visited in a long time, my friend.”

Viscount Garcia sat down beside him, picked up a cup of black coffee from the table, and without hesitation directly asked, “I’ve heard rumors about the Fischer family, do you know anything?”

He knew Samuel’s hidden identity; his old friend was also an important member of the secret organization “Black Eyes,” and might have key intelligence.

Samuel finished his wine with a smile and replied, “Are you referring to his relation with the Romann family?”

Viscount Garcia was silent for a moment before nodding, “Yes, I did hear some secret news regarding the Romann family, but I found it too incredible and simply couldn’t believe it.”

Some time ago, Viscount Garcia had bought intelligence from the secret organization “Black Eyes,” wanting to know what hidden power the Fischer family possessed.

What was the power that enabled them to turn peril into safety, time and again?

Then, he was stunned to learn that Byrne Fischer’s father, Lucius, was actually a lost member of the top-tier Romann family from East Coast Province!

Because it sounded too unbelievable, Viscount Garcia completely doubted the reliability of the information, knowing that “Black Eyes” had been wrong before.

However, Mr. Samuel nodded, affirming the reliability of the “Black Eyes” intelligence.

"Your guess is correct, Byrne Fischer’s real name indeed is Byrne Romann, and his father Lucius Fischer is blood-related to Duke Romann,” he said.

Viscount Garcia took a deep breath and shook his head slightly.

"I still find it hard to believe.”

Samuel smiled, a cunning light passing through his eyes unnoticed by others, and calmly analyzed the seemingly absurd truth of the intelligence.

"First, Viscount Bast is a man who puts interests above everything else. His fondness for Byrne isn’t without reason, and you should understand that the cunning fox wouldn’t even be so kind to his own son.”

"It’s said he provided the barrier for the Fischer family equivalent to Level Five Extraordinary materials, signifying his fear of anyone meddling with the small clan in Nasir Town.”

"Second, when Nasir Town was attacked by the Rhea, why did Duke Romann, whose power was not in the East Coast, arrive first to the scene? It was actually to save his own blood.”

"As one of the kingdom’s most prominent figures, he personally gave a mere commoner, Knight Byrne, a certification after the event. Doesn’t that strike you as odd?”

"Third, why is it that every time the Fischer family faces an attack from a powerful enemy, ‘miracles’ or ‘miraculous battle achievements’ seem to arise, allowing them to deal with their adversaries?”

Having fallen completely silent, Viscount Garcia listened as Mr. Samuel continued.

"People in the church have said that the last time they received a divine revelation was many years ago, and yet there were several so-called ‘divine interventions’ saving the Fischer family over the past decade or so, which now seem entirely implausible.”

Viscount Garcia entered a deep contemplation and questioned, “In reality, have they always been protected by the powerful members of the Romann family?”

"Yes, that’s exactly it,” Samuel said confidently with a nod.

"Moreover, there’s a fourth point. Members of ‘Black Eyes’ have already investigated in Emerald Lake Province, and decades ago the Romann family did indeed publicly search for a lost baby amid the chaos of war, whose age perfectly matches that of Lucius Fischer, who is said to be deceased within the Fischer family!”

Because the argument and evidence were so compelling, Viscount Garcia furrowed his brows, his inner doubts beginning to waver.

Yet, he still spoke with an icy voice:

"I still can’t completely believe it; something about the details seems off, but now I fully understand one thing – the Fischer family certainly is hiding some powerful force.”

"If one wants to annihilate them, one must be absolutely cautious and make the most thorough preparations!”

——

In the cellar of the Fischer family manor, the well-preserved silver dragon egg suddenly began to shake, and soon enough, cracks appeared one after the other on its silver-white, scaly surface.

A few hours later, the butler Theo, who descended to the cellar for a routine inspection, was surprised to find the situation.

"The dragon is about to be born!”

He quickly called Master Byrne over.

"It has been many years, and it’s finally about to be born. Theo, go prepare some hot water and a hundred kilograms of beef, the books say a dragon consumes a lot of large animal meat upon birth.”

Byrne gazed at the continuously shaking silver dragon egg, took a deep breath; dragons were a very powerful species, and this dragon’s quality was unlike anything recorded in the books.

It might have some very special traits, this silver dragon egg might just be the good fortune of the Fischer family!

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