From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 63: Chapter 61: Nasir’s Fischer

[If we come to blows now, we would definitely win. Speak up quickly, Emil.]

[I really want to have that bitch. The body beneath her black clothes must be lewd. What woman isn’t dying for it, what’s with the act.]

[Aaron, you’re bound to lose. I, Emil, will be the ultimate winner. You didn’t see this coming, did you? I know you have always looked down on me! Heh heh!]

The passive Extraordinary trait ‘Listening for Malice’ of the “Listener” silently activated.

Irene’s mind was flooded with the voices of those guys—some arrogant, some sleazy, and some haughty. She appeared to be unconcerned on the surface, but in reality, she was becoming increasingly annoyed.

The various malicious intentions of those people were too obvious; Irene really didn’t want to hear anymore and subconsciously tried to interrupt the manipulation of her Spirituality.

Suddenly she discovered that the voices had all disappeared and her mind felt much lighter. It turned out that she could also actively interrupt her own “passive type” Extraordinary traits by manipulating little tricks with her Spirituality.

She would have to tell Byrne about the little trick she found, Irene thought silently to herself.

She then reactivated her Extraordinary trait ‘Listening for Malice’. Although there was a lot of distasteful content, it would be great if any of the words proved to be useful.

It was evident that the “Listener” was not a Consecution adept at direct combat, but its functionality shone in moments like this.

“Fischer family, hand over Aaron and kneel before us, begging for mercy immediately!”

Emil shouted at them, and the numerous silver descendants around him also urged the Fischer family to turn over Aaron.

The momentum of nearly a hundred people asking in unison was immense, giving those behind the iron gate no sense of security at all, with some of the weaker guards trembling and even whispering to Byrne and Irene that it might be better to lower their heads.

“Lower our heads for what!”

The Guards Captain Theo of the Fischer family roared in anger, kicking over several of his own men, feeling utterly disgraced.

Yet he could feel that more and more people were becoming afraid, and this continuing situation was indeed problematic. However, Theo soon noticed that acting head of the family Byrne and Madam Irene both appeared calm and very confident, showing no fear of the situation at hand.

Somehow seeing this, Theo’s heart also relaxed.

Having been around them for many years, even watching Byrne and Irene grow up, he knew they would never do something they weren’t sure of.

Irene calmly shook her head, then turned and said to the Fischer family members, “Don’t be afraid, we won’t have any problems. Just stand against them like this.”

She could be completely assured because she had learned Emil’s inner thoughts through ‘Listening for Malice’.

[We can’t really break into such a large-scale conflict. A lot of people will die, and I could get hurt, which would be difficult to handle afterward.]

[Just intimidate them a little more, and they will definitely hand over Aaron. These Fischer people can’t hold out.]

Irene was very clear that Emil did not have the courage to fight them, so all they needed to do was wait.

She knew that the situation on the scene would soon change because other people in the town couldn’t possibly be unaware of their grand show.

“What is going on here? Exactly what is happening?”

Suddenly Mayor Andes Hovern appeared on his expensive horse, arriving in a hurry, even slightly disheveled, with no signs of the sheriff or the patrol team around him.

If the patrol team had come, Emil and his silver descendant supporters might have really compromised and dispersed, but as only the mayor came alone, he felt he could withstand the pressure.

Emil looked at Mayor Andes and after a moment of thought spoke loudly:

“Mayor Andes! It’s like this. The Fischer family, being outsiders, manipulated the internal selection of the elders of the silver descendants clan. We must have an explanation! At the very least, that traitor must be handed over immediately!”

Many silver descendants around him also chimed in, raising their voices, and under the circumstance of overwhelming numbers, showing no fear of the mayor’s authority.

“Yes, yes, the traitor must be handed over!”

“Punish him publicly! The ancestors all have to watch!”

“This is an internal matter of our silver descendants clan, even the town chief cannot interfere!”

Mayor Andes had wanted to say something, but the other side was indeed too many, and they were loud, so any attempt to make a statement was drowned out.

He couldn’t help looking towards Byrne and Irene of the Fischer family, not knowing exactly what was going on, hoping the two could resolve the issue through negotiation with the silver descendants clan.

The issues of silver descendants and other sub-human races had always been important within the Cyart Kingdom, and even members of the Hovern family had to handle them cautiously.

So Mayor Andes got off his horse and walked toward the gate, looking through the iron door at Byrne inside.

“What exactly is going on, have you really done something to manipulate the selections?”

Byrne shook his head and sighed, “Mayor Andes, all I can say is that there’s absolutely no such thing. That’s just an excuse these people are using to slander us.”

Mayor Andes fell silent, clearly understanding that even if the Fischer family had indeed done such a thing, they would never admit it.

To completely resolve the current situation, one side had to back down, and the party that appeared weaker and more persuadable was obviously the people of the Fischer family.

Just as Mayor Andes was about to speak, suddenly another group of people came forward with torches. It turned out to be Aaron’s supporters—although they numbered only in the dozens, their momentum was not weak at all.

They were young people yearning for change.

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In the silver descendants clan, those who hoped for a change in the current state of affairs.

What Byrne and Irene truly chose were not Aaron, but rather those standing behind Aaron, filled with yearning and passion.

Emil didn’t fear this group, either; after all, they still had the advantage in numbers, and the silver descendants who supported both sides immediately started cursing at each other.

“Protect Madam Irene! We can’t let them harm our holy mother!”

Suddenly, many people surged over here, and everyone was stunned for a moment before they saw that it was Grandma Narda and her sons leading a crowd of the poor.

The number of poor people even surpassed that of the silver descendants, with hundreds forming a dense crowd that quickly surrounded the silver descendants, almost all of whom had been healed by Irene or their relatives over the past decade.

Ten years of cultivation.

In the course of over ten years, Irene had been treating the poor in public, continuously promoting and gaining momentum, and she was practically a living saint in those people’s hearts.

Grandma Narda’s sons controlled the largest gang of thieves, and they had been informed by Irene a few days ago to monitor the movements of the silver descendants, thus they reacted quickly.

They spread the news among the poor of East City and quickly made known what was happening; when people heard that Madam Irene was in trouble, almost all of them rushed over in response!

“Madam Irene is our benefactor, we can’t let anything happen to the Fischer family!”

“This bunch of inbred silver descendants have come out to disgust people, let’s beat them back!”

“Don’t let a single one of them escape!”

Emil and Mayor Andes were extremely shocked, but before they could react, yet another group had arrived.

Sea merchant John had rushed over with many sailors from the docks; he had more than two hundred sailors under him, and now more than a hundred and fifty followed him. This group of sailors was extremely united, all rushing over at John’s call.

“Damn, these stupid white hairs, I’ve disliked them for a long time already!”

“Give them a beating!”

Hugh Ramon and the workers from the smithy were also in this group, all burly and armed, ready to start brawling at any moment.

And the one who had informed them was Chris, the boy who had slipped away earlier, resembling a silver descendant, silently following behind John.

Neighbors who had initially been observing from their homes on this street also came out one after another, cheering for the Fischer family, already confident that this side would win.

Emil’s silver descendants suddenly went from having a numerical advantage to being the minority.

Irene calmly instructed the guards to open the iron gate and slowly walked forward, gazing into Emil’s eyes.

“If you still wish to stay here, I can continue to listen to your nonsense, but their patience might not be enough.”

Emil’s face underwent a drastic change, feeling the lady behind the black veil emanate a powerful presence, her eyes seeming to press him into the ground, making it almost difficult to breathe.

The verbal fight quickly turned physical, with a large-scale brawl becoming nearly inevitable, and Emil, frightened yet decisive, led his supporters in a retreat, not daring to say anything, fleeing in total disarray.

The supporters of the Fischer family taunted and laughed behind them, over five hundred people were extremely elated, following behind like triumphant victors for a long time.

“Does Nasir really have so many people willing to stand up for the Fischer family?”

Mayor Andes watched the scene silently, frowning, feeling a sense of unease deep inside.

The Fischer family of Nasir simply had too much public support; other families couldn’t come close, literally the ‘nobles without nobility’ as people said.

The sheriffs and patrolmen finally arrived, dispersing the crowd, and after exchanging greetings with Mayor Andes, Byrne, and Irene, who also left with an uneasy heart.

Grandma Narda, Hugh Ramon, Aaron, and sea merchant John were all invited into the house by Byrne and Irene, who treated them with great care to express their thanks.

After introducing themselves to each other, they gained some mutual understanding with the Fischer family at the core, becoming somewhat trustworthy acquaintances.

Aaron was the last to linger at the Fischer house, and he asked with a sneer, “Now you must think Emil must die, right? Oh, and the traitor must be dealt with too.”

“Of course.”

Byrne nodded, taking a deep breath, his gaze ablaze with fire: “And what we have to deal with is not just the two of them.”

Aaron shook his head, helplessly saying, “I actually prefer a more rational partner.”

Byrne looked at the lunatic with a look of disbelief, almost shouting, “Are you in any position to think I’m irrational?”

Ignoring Byrne’s displeasure, Aaron continued, “By the way, I have successfully become an elder, and the Class 3 Extraordinary Material mortgaged to you must be returned as per the agreement.”

According to the initial agreement between the siblings and Aaron, once he succeeded in becoming an elder of the silver descendants clan, the Fischer family would return that piece of Class 3 Extraordinary Material.

The reputation of the Fischer family had always been excellent, otherwise Aaron wouldn’t have turned to them.

However, Byrne suddenly revealed a smile that made Aaron uncomfortable, gazing at him with a subtle look:

“Aaron, wait until you transfer the ownership of that part of the mining property, then we can decide whether to return it… hmm, you’re not about to say ‘but you promised me,’ are you?”