Chapter 64: Chapter 62: Consecution “Killer

Aaron finally accepted the conditions of the Fischer family; in fact, he had no choice but to accept, because without funds, he was bound to succumb to the patron’s manipulation.

At the same time, he gained new insights into the two siblings once again.

Then, the three of them unanimously concluded that the assassination of Emil should not be rushed.

Firstly, since Emil had stirred up such a commotion, if he were to die immediately, Aaron would certainly become an object of disdain among many silver descendants.

But the death of one individual would be deemed justifiable, and even if everyone knew it was Aaron’s revenge, they wouldn’t see it as a problem. On the contrary, it would enhance Aaron’s prestige and weaken Emil’s authority and popularity.

The traitor who informed Emil of the Fischer family’s affairs must be killed as soon as possible.

That traitor was just an ordinary young man, of no significance, easy to deal with; Aaron felt that he could take care of it himself without the need for the Fischer family to intervene.

Byrne and Irene had no objections.

It was at this moment that Irene heard an extremely faint footstep in the corridor outside the living room.

The “Secret Ear Technique” could create a ring-like pattern for eavesdropping, but the downside was that it needed regular charging of spirituality, and to activate the listening effect, one could not be too far from the pattern.

Without a doubt, Irene had drawn “Secret Ears” in many important places throughout the residence, allowing her to clearly hear everyone’s every move.

The person in the Fischer family who walked with the least sound was only one.

“I will kill him.”

The sudden cold voice immediately put Byrne and Aaron on alert; someone had approached without a sound, and they had not noticed at all!

Irene looked at the person in the corner with a slight frown — it was none other than Chris!

Byrne asked with a surprised face, “Chris, when did you get here?”

Chris didn’t utter a word, just calmly stared at his sister.

Aaron didn’t know Chris and after being puzzled for a while, he looked towards Byrne, who quickly explained Chris’s identity.

It turned out that the beautiful youth with silver-white hair was also a core member of the Fischer family, his appearance being somewhat overly feminine, just like a pure white angel described in religious scriptures.

“Why is his hair color the complete opposite of his sister’s? It looks more like that of a silver descendant or an elf?”

Aaron found this strange, yet Byrne and Irene could not answer this question either; however, the crimson brand hidden on the back of their hands proved that their blood relation was beyond question.

Irene was silent for a moment, then turned with a serious expression to speak to Aaron:

“We will handle this matter. Let’s conclude our meeting here for today.”

Aaron understood the implication, which was that the Fischer family needed to have internal communication, and as an outsider, it wasn’t appropriate for him to be overly involved.

He left with good grace, but not before turning to Byrne to say earnestly,

“Being rational makes life smoother, Byrne, that’s my advice to you.”

You call me irrational, you psychopath who sees himself as a savior?

Byrne’s eyes widened, he pointed his finger at Aaron, who was turning to leave, and then at his own face, wanting to say something but finding himself unable to speak.

In the end, he shook his head; whatever Aaron said didn’t matter at all.

Having gone through the ordeal with Robert, Byrne’s trust in so-called friends was virtually non-existent; collateral and objectives were far more important.

Aaron would undoubtedly want to continue advancing and would need the support of the Fischer family, who would make their decisions after continuously reaping benefits.

Irene paid no attention to Aaron’s departure, instead walking over to Chris and, as was her habit, reached out to stroke her brother’s smooth hair.

“Chris, why would you say what you just did, do you realize you’re only ten years old?”

Her tone was still gentle, clearly treating Chris as a child.

Chris was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, “It is the destiny of Tranquility.”

The destiny of the Path of Tranquility…

Irene and Byrne pondered this statement, gradually coming to understand a specific idea of Chris’s.

It was Chris’s judgment that the power associated with the “Path of Tranquility” would become increasingly adept at assassination and the like.

Therefore, Chris felt that he would eventually become the designated assassin for the Fischer family and wanted to gain experience in this area in advance, training himself through real combat.

Although it was not a big deal for a member of the Fischer family to want to make progress, he was only ten years old!

If an ordinary ten-year-old boy had expressed such thoughts, the two of them would not have cared and might have even taken it as a joke.

But Chris was too different; he had been somewhat “strange” from a young age, or rather, it was not just a matter of being “somewhat.”

Irene fell into deep silence; even though she knew some criminals or soldiers had killed by the age of ten, she did not want her brother to be the same.

Even though he always showed a mature side, in the deepest part of Irene’s heart, Chris was still that soft and clean baby in swaddling clothes.

She also felt somewhat conflicted inside, knowing that Chris would eventually fight and kill for the Fischer family, while she herself had long been able to ignore the lives and deaths of outsiders. Yet, she never wanted her brother to become someone like her.

She wanted to protect him forever, or rather, to keep Chris as far away as possible from all the dangers and sins of the world.

“I have assimilated the ‘Hunter.’”

This sudden statement plunged Irene into silence, and Byrne was also very surprised, for he remembered Chris as having the fastest assimilation speed with magic potions.

It was said that personality compatibility could to some extent accelerate the absorption speed of magic potions, and Chris had always been quiet and extremely reserved.

Perhaps he truly was born to be the most suitable for the Path of Tranquility.

“You’ll come with me, and it’s even better if I take action.”

Byrne walked over, gently patted Chris’s shoulder, and then was avoided by the boy, who usually did not allow anyone but his sister to touch him.

He wasn’t bothered by Chris’s action, not embarrassed in the least, but instead continued:

“But first, we need to elevate you to a higher rank, so that we can be fully confident. The family can immediately trade for Class 2 Extraordinary Materials from the town.”

Chris looked into Irene’s eyes; he cared more about his sister’s opinion than Byrne’s agreement.

“You should still assist Byrne, Chris.”

Irene showed a smile and said, “Chris is really brave, but I still thought of you as a little child.”

On the following night, the core members of the Fischer family gathered in the basement to perform the well-known ritual once again.

“Great Lord of the Lost, I am your most faithful and devout servant.”

“I hope you can grant us the power of the Path of Tranquility, and provide us with new guidance.”

Irene prayed very devoutly, sacrificing the Class 2 Extraordinary Material “Winterheart Clam,” a shell seemingly made entirely of ice crystals, with a core pearl of light blue containing magic power.

Chris and Byrne kneeled on the ground together, silently recalling the events of that night.

At that time, he too had seen the white light shining in the sky, witnessing the miracle bestowed by the Lord of the Lost.

Even his sister didn’t know; nobody in the world knew of his extremely unique talent.

Although Chris did not remember everything like “Profound Memory,” he had memories that persisted from infancy into adulthood.

When he was still a toddler, adults would often pass by and say many greedy and malicious things in front of him, thinking that no one else would know.

But Chris remembered, and as he grew up, he gradually understood the meanings behind those words, becoming increasingly aware of the ugliness within people’s hearts.

Finally, the glow of Spirituality emerged in the air.

It was the power of the 2nd Rank of the Path of Tranquility!

“Praise You, great Lord of the Lost!”

Irene’s face was filled with joy as she jubilantly praised her god.

Chris looked up calmly, waiting for the glow of Spirituality to merge with him, and soon felt a new power in the depths of his soul.

The Power of Consecution “Assassin.”

He felt an even more powerful extraordinary power emerge!