Chapter 65: Chapter 63 The First Time

“The ‘Assassin’ Consecution is the 2nd Rank of the Path of Tranquility.”

It was clear that the Path of Tranquility was a much colder route compared to the other God Pantheon stairways.

The original Karl had seen that it suited Chris best and thus had bestowed it upon the young man of the Fischer family.

Chris knelt quietly in place, stretching out his hand to slowly clench and then unclench it, feeling the power emerging throughout his body, the improvement in his spirituality and physical condition was almost evenly split.

Beyond that, he had also gained a full three new Extraordinary traits.

They were ‘Lethality,’ ‘Nimble Body,’ and ‘Noiselessness.’

‘Lethality’ was a passive Extraordinary trait, whereby if Chris caused life-threatening severe injuries to a living being, the effect of ‘Lethality’ would naturally activate.

The injured party could not use potions, healing spells, or Mysterious rare artifacts to recover from their injuries, unless the potion, Spell’s source, or Mysterious rare artifact was far stronger than Chris himself.

‘Nimble Body’ was also a passive Extraordinary trait, which could make the body of an ‘Assassin’ as flexible as a cat’s. As long as he was prepared, he would almost never fall to the ground.

Chris’s body was already quite agile, and with ‘Nimble Body,’ even acrobats were no match for him.

The last Extraordinary trait was ‘Noiselessness,’ an active trait that continuously used Spiritual Power when activated.

Once an ‘Assassin’ activated ‘Noiselessness,’ their walking, running, or even attacking would not produce any excess noise due to the action itself.

Of course, ‘Noiselessness’ was not limiting—if the ‘Assassin’ intentionally spoke, they could still make sounds.

“Thank you, Lord of the Lost.”

Chris closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and would forever remember what had happened that night.

Were it not for the miracle of the Lord of the Lost, there would be no today for him and his sister, let alone the existence of the Fischer family.

——

The news that the silver descendants clan had surrounded the Fischer family, only to be chased away by many Nasir citizens, quickly spread throughout Nasir Town.

People constantly mocked the silver descendants for their timidity, and although they were extremely angry, they were powerless to do anything, and many began to grow dissatisfied with Emil’s decision-making.

And now a council elder, Aaron, with the elders’ endorsement, declared that he had not cheated at all, that the allegations of election bribery were completely unfounded.

He and the Fischer family were indeed friends, but not under the control of their money.

In truth, Aaron had contracted a serious illness. Just as most Nasir citizens respected Irene, he had sought her out to treat his condition.

People were initially skeptical until Aaron had a silver descendant doctor come forward to testify for him, confirming he indeed suffered from a major illness that could even affect his lifespan.

The so-called serious illness was, of course, an excuse Aaron had prepared in advance, along with evidence to absolve him.

The silver descendants were dubious, but then Aaron did something very bold that shocked everyone.

He actually approached Emil with an apology and a plea for peace, offering his goodwill and hoping the other would share the power of clan management!

Emil himself was extremely taken aback; sharing the elder’s powers was unprecedented, and he hadn’t expected Aaron to be willing to yield to such an extent.

“Emil, I am your brother among the silver descendants. Everything I’ve done has been for the clan. A death duel between you and me would only make things worse.”

“I have no wish to let outsiders scoff at us anymore. Only by joining forces can we walk the path meant for the silver descendants.”

His words were sincerely direct, coupled with his well-known forthright nature, many people, including Emil, believed him.

Aaron even told Emil that the only condition for him to share the elder’s powers was the need to deal with the traitor who had betrayed him originally.

After much consideration, Emil finally succumbed to greed and agreed.

Aaron’s expression was subtle, well aware that some would accuse him of being too weak, but henceforth, no one would betray him for Emil.

——

The young man who had betrayed Aaron was now very afraid, his boots stepping through the forest ground, his face covered in sweat.

“Damn! Damn! How could they possibly reconcile, and Aaron actually backed down?”

Upon learning that Aaron and Emil had reconciled, he was so frightened that he immediately packed his bags and left Nasir Town.

Since Aaron, the elder of the silver descendants clan, had not died, his own end seemed imminent, and Emil, that short-sighted bastard, had actually chosen to reconcile; he probably wouldn’t think about protecting his own life anymore.

The young man didn’t notice the two thieves from East City District following behind him.

He arrived in the jungle, intending to cross through part of it to leave the East Coast, and then head northwest to the Cyart Kingdom.

Although the journey was extremely long and arduous, the young man was terrified. He knew Aaron was a very persistent fellow, and as long as he stayed on the East Coast, he would be in danger.

He had heard from friends that legendary elves were said to roam the jungle.

“Could there really be elves? If I could encounter a beautiful elf and have the chance to taste their fragrance, how wonderful that would be.”

Tired from walking, the young man slowly squatted down under a tree by the river, exhausted, and fell asleep indulging in his fantastical dreams.

When he woke up again, he was surprised to see a figure in front of him and thought he had really encountered an elf in the jungle!

However, the man’s voice sent shivers down the young man’s spine and he broke out in a cold sweat.

“Awake now? I remember you, you were there when gifts were being given.”

Byrne calmly washed his hands by the river, showing no intention of attacking, but it was his indifferent tone that struck great fear into the young man beneath the tree.

“Why did you betray Aaron? Was he unkind to you? Or was it simply for the sake of money?”

“Ah! Ah! Aah! Don’t you come here, you bastard!”

Damn it, of course, it was for the money! The young man screamed as he ran frantically through the jungle, constantly looking back but noticing that the other party had no intention of chasing him.

He’s not chasing me?

After running madly for several dozen minutes, the young man finally stopped, gasping for breath.

He hadn’t been chased; thank goodness, he might still have a chance to escape…

Just as the young man had this thought, he suddenly felt a searing pain in the area around his heart and let out a pained scream; instinctively trying to turn around to see who had attacked him, he was forcefully pushed down on the ground by a powerful force.

“Mercy, don’t kill me, don’t kill…”

He never had the chance to see who the assailant was before he died swiftly from a pierced heart.

The bespectacled youth, appearing as a noble-born scholar, calmly held a short sword and stood next to the body, exuding an air of detachment, as if he were above everyone else.

He had always been an accomplice, but taking someone’s life with his own hands was a first for him.

Yet, Byrne was surprised to find a sense of calmness within himself.

Perhaps it was because of those moments of indirect killing that he didn’t feel he had completely escaped culpability.

Staring at the blood flowing on the ground, he no longer felt dizzy, and suddenly sensed some kind of shackles deep within his heart being released.

Chris caught up as well, and Byrne, looking intently at Chris who stood still, asked with concern,

“Chris, how are you feeling? Are you okay?”

The boy did not respond, only silently shook his head.

Byrne gazed at the silent, silver-haired youth holding a dagger next to the body, and suddenly remembered traveling with his father in the past, dealing with bandits.

Now, it was his turn to lead Chris.

Byrne decided not to call for his gang to deal with the body, but to take care of it himself to be cautious, and as he turned to get the tools, he suddenly stopped again.

He spoke seriously about another matter:

“There’s something I might need your help with, Chris. Actually, I’ve been investigating the Isaac knight family recently.”

After speaking, Byrne took out a paper bearing the symbol of the “Secret Ear Technique” from his bosom and handed it to Chris, who looked on. He took a deep breath and continued,

“I hope you can attend the tea party there with Margaret and find an opportunity to stick it in a discreet spot. The gathering only allows women and children to attend, so I can only entrust this to you.”