From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

The family meeting in the Grand Hall continued, with Moter and Elena silently occupying a corner as bystanders, seemingly unnoticed.

In fact, the moment Elena entered, she had already been noticed and watched by many of the strong members of the Fischer family, and they were aware that this woman bore no hostility. Moreover, in everyone’s impression, Moter was a smart child, and anyone he brought was deemed a trustworthy individual.

Nevertheless, both Felix and Christine were people who placed great importance on rules, and they couldn’t help but feel significant dissatisfaction towards Moter’s unilateral decisions and breach of protocol.

However, Moter’s punishment would have to wait until after the family meeting.

Christine shook her head lightly, thinking that Moter must be aware of the punishment he would receive, and after weighing the pros and cons, he decided that certain benefits were worth the severity of the punishment. He might even be holding out hope that he might get away with it somehow.

“This child likes to take risks and has a gambler’s mentality… somewhat similar to that Lucius.”

Suddenly, Duke Darren Fischer walked towards Moter and Elena.

Elena looked at the tall figure, her face slightly changing as a sense of fear and awe inevitably welled up inside her.

Darren’s expression was calm. For decades, he could be described as a true visionary. Although he wasn’t the real Family Head of the Fischers, the achievements he had made surpassed those of the previous Patriarchs, and he exuded an aura of a monarch honed through battles and dominion.

He didn’t intentionally display his dignity, yet his mere movements attracted everyone’s attention, and Elena couldn’t help but feel awe towards Darren.

Darren simply glanced at Elena without any greeting, as she was not a Cyart person but a Vallere citizen. Instead, he indifferently took out the single-lens glasses “Omnipotent Vision” and then said to Moter:

“Moter, this Forbidden rare artifact was found by you, correct?”

“Yes.”

Moter nodded lightly, calmly looking at his great-uncle Darren.

He had always admired figures like Darren, yet he felt such unstable emotions were unnecessary; perhaps he could do even better in the future by learning to always make calm bets.

Moter didn’t care about the Fischer family; he simply wanted to become stronger, better, outstanding.

Darren looked at the single-lens glasses in his hand and pondered for a while before saying:

“Its power is sealed and cannot truly manifest; nor can it be offered as a tribute to the great Lord of the Lost just yet.”

“We need to unseal it.”

The High Priest Archer suddenly spoke, “We need to find a way to break the Seal, and the great Lord of the Lost has given us a Divine Oracle. We simply need to find a true Heavenly Enlightenment, and we can unseal it.”

Darren turned his head to Archer and said:

“Hmm, but there are two issues… Why would that Heavenly Enlightenment help us, and after they discover such a significant Forbidden rare artifact, why wouldn’t they simply take it by force?”

“That is to say, even single-digit Forbidden rare artifacts are valuable treasures to a Heavenly Enlightenment.”

Moter suddenly spoke, “The former is somewhat easier to resolve, as long as we are willing to pay a certain price, the Heavenly Enlightenments of the Lorne Empire would still be willing to help us with some matters.”

“But, if they discover that this artifact is indeed a single-digit unique Forbidden rare artifact, as you said, even the legends at the Heavenly Enlightenment Level might be tempted.”

He thought for a moment, paused, and then continued, “Can’t we rely on the power of ‘The Oath’ to avoid such an issue?”

Darren shook his head and explained, “Actually, in recent years, the effect of ‘The Oath’ has been weakening. Even though there is still a price to pay for breaking it, very few die directly from violating ‘The Oath’ anymore.”

This was the first time Moter was hearing about this, and he furrowed his brow tightly before saying, “I see… I suppose even the rule that forbids Heavenly Enlightenment from entering the Eastern Four Kingdoms will one day become ineffective.”

After finishing his sentence, he couldn’t help but take a deep breath, sensing a potential terrifying future that might exist.

Everyone fell silent at this point, and then, as if by an unspoken agreement, they all turned their gaze towards Chris.

Undoubtedly, although Darren had also finally reached the Seventh Tier not long ago, among all the Fischer family members, the only one who had the most hope to reach the higher Eighth Tier was Chris alone.

Just then, Christine, sitting calmly in her wheelchair, said, “Let’s not talk about this for now. I want to ask, who exactly will we choose to go to the Lorne Empire to investigate Karno?”

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The rural roads of the Lorne Empire were winding and twisting, with a carriage traveling along the lush fields, the roads made of dirt, and aged by the years, appeared quaint and natural. Wildflowers and grasses swayed in the wind on the roadsides, exuding a faint fragrance.

As the carriage proceeded along the path, one could occasionally see farmhouses and farmlands, with the roofs of the farmhouses mostly covered in thick thatch and the farmers busily tilling the fields, their figures lengthened by the afterglow of the setting sun.

The Fischer family’s delegation to the Lorne Empire was led by Uncle Felix, and aside from him, the family members included the “Demonic Woman” Hecate and Moter.

Hecate was strong.

She was the fastest in the Fischer family’s history to reach the 5th Rank, and not long ago, Hecate was already on the verge of reaching the Sixth Tier “Retrospector” of the Path of Revelation, and would someday be able to catch up with Karno’s progress.

It should be noted that Karno was already a genius, still stuck on the Sixth Tier “Retrospector” of the Path of Revelation, yet his mastery of the Path of Revelation’s power was far surpassed by the enigmatic character of Hecate.

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Those who could set foot on the Path of Revelation were all extraordinary, and while the Dawn Church had numerous Blood Receivers, the number of people who had stepped onto the Path of Revelation was still in the single digits.

And no one’s rate of progress could be compared to that of Hecate, with many not even reaching the 3rd Rank; Felix even felt that there was a sort of “inhumanity” about Hecate.

It was as if, at all times, she was observing… mere mortals.

In contrast, the “Demonic Woman” Hecate had never truly regarded anyone she saw as her kin, not even blood relatives from the Fischer family.

Felix subconsciously disliked people like Hecate, but he did not say much. As long as she was useful in this operation, Hecate’s prophetic abilities were too important for the investigation.

As for why Moter was brought along, that was because of the divine oracle of the great Lord of the Lost…

He had demanded that Moter be brought along, so the Fischer family complied unconditionally, without needing any reason or other cause.

In the carriage, Elena also moved along with Moter. After interacting with Christine, she was temporarily granted the identity of Eye of the Raven to cooperate with everyone in the operation.

She looked at the girl sitting opposite her, the legendary “Demonic Woman” Hecate.

Hecate was already in the form of a young girl, exuding a charm beyond the mortal realm, otherworldly even while sitting in the carriage.

Her hair was like the thin frost that gently covered the snowfield in the early winter dawn, flashing with a soft and mysterious light. Her every movement was unhurried and composed, revealing grace and elegance as if she was an artwork sculpted by time itself.

So beautiful.

In Elena’s heart, she could hardly believe that such a beautiful person could exist in the world, even slightly more gorgeous than Lord Chris.

“Are you watching me, Miss Elena?”

Suddenly Hecate turned her head and gazed at Elena, revealing a faint smile.

As she locked eyes with Elena, everything around seemed to come to a halt. Even time itself slowed down and became clear under the scrutiny of those eyes.

It was a gaze that could pierce through the mind and touch the depths of the soul, making one involuntarily indulge in it.

Elena was stunned.

At that moment, Moter suddenly reached out to cover her eyes, smiling calmly, unable to resist saying, “Aunt Hecate, please let her be.”

Elena didn’t understand the meaning. Hecate chuckled, shaking her head.

“I just wanted to play a game with her.”

Moter frowned slightly, and the voice of Felix, driving the carriage, suddenly came through, interrupting their conversation.

“Moter, your great-grandfather will also be going to the Lorne Empire, but he will not be with us. Instead, he will be investigating alone. However, if we need to, we can use alchemy items to communicate with him from a distance and bring him directly over,” Felix continued.

Great-grandfather Chris, that man was undoubtedly the family’s most powerful trump card! Moter had full confidence in the depths of his heart in Chris’s strength!

“We’re heading to the capital of Lorne first to meet with Lorne officials… This matter involves legends of the Heavenly Enlightenment Level and must be addressed by Lorne citizens,” Felix went on.

Moter listened to Uncle Felix’s explanation, suddenly filling his mind with confusion. Why had the great Lord of the Lost issued a Divine Oracle, insisting on his presence…

Given his strength, the power he possessed was not even a tenth of Uncle Felix’s, and a hundred of him could not harm Great-Grandfather Chris in the least. Even Aunt Hecate could easily crush him with a flick of her hand.

Why was he also required to come along?

“Yet, there must be profound meaning behind the thoughts of the Lord of the Lost…”

“Moter, what are you thinking about?”

Suddenly, Aunt Hecate spoke up, smiling benignly at Moter.

“Since you want to protect Elena, how about I play a game with you instead? What do you say?”

Elena was completely clueless, not understanding the deeper meaning of this “game.”

Moter laughed heartily, nodded, and smiled, “Of course, Aunt Hecate, whatever game you’d like to play, I am more than willing to indulge!”