Chương 9: Chapter 8 Granting Knowledge

An immense volume of knowledge surged up in an instant, and Irene felt an extremely intense dizziness come over her, as if everything around her was spinning.

Her vision blurred, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't focus on any object. She attempted to steady her staggering body, only to feel as if the ground beneath her feet had lost its gravity.

It was as though invisible hands were squeezing Irene's brain, making it impossible for her to think or concentrate.

For a long, lingering moment, Irene felt as if her deep soul was isolated from the real world, trapped within a boundless void, until the multitude of knowledge gradually digested.

"Ugh."

Irene gradually regained consciousness as she retched, her eyes still somewhat empty and unfocused.

Lucius and Byrne stood dumbfounded, exchanging worried and concerned glances, with no idea what had suddenly happened to Irene.

Although they had only met her today, the girl was undeniably their blood relative, naturally evoking a sense of closeness between them.

It seemed that an excessive amount of knowledge indeed harmed both body and mind—whoever said that learning is always beneficial clearly hadn't considered this. Karl immediately realized that he must not impart so much knowledge next time; the fragile mortals might easily break as a result.

The bodies and minds of mortals appeared to be much more fragile than he had imagined.

Yet I digested that knowledge so easily.

Deep inside, Karl suddenly realized that there was a great difference between himself and ordinary mortals.

The confusion in Irene's eyes gradually receded, replaced by deep shock, unhidden admiration, and reverence.

Just now, the gate to a new world had opened to her.

It was the gate to the Power of Consecution, a type of extraordinary power she had never heard of before. According to the knowledge given by the great Lord of the Lost, no other extraordinary exponents on the continent mastered the Power of Consecution.

She slowly turned to the other two and said, "I have received precious knowledge contained in the oracle of the Lord of the Lost."

"We must gather extraordinary materials imbued with Spirituality. The Lord of the Lost will then knock on the Spirit Realm's gate, and in the Spirit Realm, imprint the Spiritual Laws of the Power of Consecution."

"After that, we can craft Magic Potions to obtain the power of Consecution—a power that comes from the deepest part of the soul, far superior to any other extraordinary power on the continent!"

Lucius and Byrne listened quietly, their eyes brimming with unmasked curiosity, delight, and excitement.

As long as they collected enough extraordinary materials to make Magic Potions, they could gain powerful extraordinary powers!

Lucius, with his decade-long career as a mercenary, had also seen what it meant to be an extraordinary exponent, and he roughly knew the differences between spellcasters and warriors, but he was not so clear about specific knowledge of Magic Power, power of Bloodline, and other extraordinary domains.

He was very aware of one thing, however—that extraordinary materials were extremely precious!

"If we want to get extraordinary materials, the simplest and most conventional means is to trade with money, but currently, the Fischer family is almost penniless."

After contemplating, Lucius looked seriously at his niece. The power she had just displayed was extremely important; healing talent was always one of the most precious kinds.

"However, with Irene's power, it's not impossible for us to make enough money in a short term."

"By using the power to heal others, right?"

Irene didn't object at all; in fact, she was grateful to have the ability to repay the Lord of the Lost and help her family members.

Lucius's expression suddenly turned very serious, and he solemnly said to Irene and Byrne:

"Right, there is something I must make clear to you, and perhaps it's the most important thing!"

Over the years, he had traveled to many places and had even witnessed the arbiters from the True Gods Church slaughtering the villages of heretics with his own eyes.

On the continent, all religious groups not recognized by the True Gods Church were outlawed heretic existences; evil cultists could be killed in any nation without trial.

"All members of the Fischer family must keep the great secret of the Lord of the Lost, never divulging even a single word about His existence!"

"The True Gods Church harbors great hostility towards all mystical beings apart from the True Gods themselves, especially those deities not recognized by the mainstream…"

True Gods Church?

Listening silently, Karl delved deep into thought; he could sense the varying strengths of the ten seals deep within his soul, but the entities that had placed those seals undoubtedly possessed substantial and undeniable power.

He couldn't help but follow that train of thought; could it be that the entities that sealed his soul's memories were actually the so-called gods worshiped by the True Gods Church?

"Yes, you must learn to keep secrets."

Byrne nodded slightly, also feeling that the existence of the Lord of the Lost inherently contained immense danger. If exposed, the entire Fischer family would be doomed beyond recovery; they absolutely had to act cautiously.

He agreed with his father's view, saying timidly and nervously,

"Father is right, according to what I've read in books, our identities are considered extremely evil in the eyes of the church. Keeping secrets is the most important principle."

Lucius added, "What needs to be kept secret is the very existence of the Lord of the Lost. Irene, on the other hand, doesn't need to hide her power deliberately, because among spellcasters, there are those who wield healing magic."

"In fact, in order to accumulate money, displaying that healing ability is necessary."

Irene pondered, realizing that money was indeed a resource she must possess to obtain extraordinary materials and mysterious rare artifacts.

However, with her limited perspective, she still didn't quite understand how to exchange her powers for money. Would she have to go to the market and heal diseases for the merchants? Perhaps that was indeed a possibility.

Uncle Lucius's face showed a lazy expression once again as he smiled and said, "Don't be anxious, I'm going to Nasir City to scout around for information and look for opportunities we can take advantage of."

At night, in the taverns of Nasir Town.

The spacious hall was filled with rough but sturdy wooden tables and chairs, and the dim, faint light from the lanterns hung on the walls.

The sailors and fishermen of the port city of Nasir were the mainstay of the tavern, their loud chatter and laughter unending.

Lucius, looking languid, pushed open the door and strolled in, tossing a silver coin up and down in his hand.

He extended his hand and deftly flicked the silver coin, which leaped out and landed perfectly on the table in front of the bartender.

"Barkeep, I'll need a few pints of malt beer, ah, and it would be nice to have someone to chat with, I'll buy them a drink, too."

Lucius sat down with a smile, quickly attracting the attention of those around him.

The tavern was undoubtedly the most convenient place to gather local information, and he soon began to learn about the various powers within this port city, important figures, and even some "get rich" channels.

Come the early hours of the morning, Lucius left the tavern, drunk, with a few armed sailors stealthily trailing behind.

Before he left town, he suddenly drew his sword and loudly warned,

"I advise you not to think that a foreign mercenary who has killed many is a so-called 'easy target.' Be careful, lest you pay with your lives."

After his rebuke, the sailors didn't follow any further.

Once outside the town, Lucius suddenly felt it was a pity; with the extraordinary power granted by that great entity, he had no need to fear those fellows and could have instead gained an unexpected windfall.

Before entering Nasir Town, Lucius had already had his son test the actual effect of the "protective runes" that came with extraordinary power—attacks from common folk wielding swords could basically be stopped.

As a veteran battle-hardened mercenary, he knew well that with this power he stood head and shoulders above the common folk.

"It truly is power beyond the mundane..."

But then he thought, if he killed them, he might offend the local dockside merchant powers, and Lucius felt it was better not to engage in a fight.

"After all, suitable targets have already been identified; what remains to be seen is just how strong Irene's healing power is."

He had already set his sights on the real "easy targets" of Nasir Town.

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