From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

The argument in the Grand Hall was fiercely intense.

“Darren! Do you know what you’re talking about?”

“What, are you scared? What is there to be scared of?”

“However, you are defying the Divine Oracle! The Lord of the Lost is inclined towards secrecy!”

“Hahahaha, the most important thing I know is to make both the Lord of the Lost and the Fischer family stronger! Revealing our secrets is undoubtedly advantageous at this stage!”

“But Father, as you know, the impact is too significant and indeed contradicts the long-standing rules.”

“Huh, Felix, are you that foolish too?”

“…”

Various members of the Fischer family stood their ground, and even Darren got a bit carried away as he insulted Felix, who could not retort and only felt uncomfortable inwardly.

“Let’s disperse for now; arguing further isn’t the solution. Everyone calm down and let’s continue the family meeting after thirty minutes,” Christine said, frowning.

After the argument, Darren and the other main members turned and left, and after exchanging glances, the remaining people also disbursed.

A tense and serious atmosphere enveloped the brief interlude of the Fischer family meeting.

Groups gathered in twos and threes around corners and corridors of the Grand Hall, whispering and discussing the extremely important issue raised during the family meeting.

The hallway lights seemed dimmer than usual, casting long shadows. The important members of the Dawn Church no longer wore the smiles of celebration; instead, their faces were solemn, and their eyes revealed deep concerns about the future.

“Do you think Master Darren’s proposal is really feasible?” a member of the Dawn Church asked his companion in a low voice, laced with uncertainty.

“It’s hard to say.”

His friend, a recent Blood Receiver and a prominent figure among the Lorne nobles, who originally lacked the power of Bloodlines but had joined them, shook his head with a furrowed brow and said, “Although Master Darren’s wisdom and experience are unparalleled, the situation this time is indeed extraordinary. We need to consider it more cautiously.”

“Isn’t that just saying nothing at all? Actually, if it really goes public like you suggested, wouldn’t there be more people coming over like you did…”

“What do you mean ‘coming over’…”

In another corner, several younger members of the Dawn Church, mostly descendants of Yeager, Moore, and others, gathered, their discussion more direct and sharp.

“We can’t always rely on Master Darren’s decisions,”

a young man said, his voice low but firm.

“We should also have our own thoughts and contribute our power to the future of the Fischer family.”

“Don’t we lack the qualifications? Our grandfathers still have the right to speak, being like you and me, having the right to listen is already good enough… about voting rights, that depends on last name, or perhaps you plan to marry a Fischer girl?”

“Humph, I’ll eventually have the right to speak too!”

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Even during the so-called halftime break, no one could truly relax.

The old butler, Theo, remained composed and spotted some long-unseen members of the Dawn Church elders in the corner.

“The leader of the Daybreakers,” Yeager, the head of the Short Knife Association, Moore, the High Priest of the Sea God Cult, Ian, the Fischer family’s top merchant Colin, and even that perennially dispatched emerald elf, March, were all back.

Time had passed, and these few people, along with himself, Archibald, and Old Dog, held positions that were just below the Fischer Family’s direct descendants. Even family heads of the great families had to maintain respect when meeting them.

Many people referred to these eight powerful Blood Receivers as “Noble Blood,” possessing a revered status in the Eastern Continent.

However, some people were forever left behind, such as Savoie, Inna, Erik, Mormir, and Vanessa, among others.

In reality, if Karl had not inscribed the “Divine Text” on the black stele to Strengthen the Dawn Church followers’ advancement on the God Pantheon stairway, the number of those who had fallen behind might have been even greater today, and possibly half of the old generation Blood Receivers standing here would have been missing.

Though Colin’s beloved Inna had not advanced to the 5th Rank and paid the price for her inertia and avoidance by dying at the 3rd Rank.

However, merchant Colin had successfully reached the 5th Rank of the “Path of Contract,” becoming a “banker.”

The “banker” in the Spirit Realm seemed like a shrewd and chubby figure glowing in gold and silver, wearing small glasses, and constantly counting money.

The enhancement ratio of physical fitness to Spiritual Power is one to nine.

The abilities of the “Path of Contract” are often peculiar. The “banker’s” power is also quite special but somewhat straightforward in a sense, with Extraordinary powers of “Borrow” and “Repay.”

The so-called “Borrow” power allows a person, through a simple ritual resembling contract signing taking about ten seconds, to borrow some Spiritual Power, mental power, or life force from the “banker,” with a mutually agreed upon repayment time.

Undoubtedly, this is a powerful support force!

However, the cost is apparent, where there is “Borrow,” there inevitably exists “Repay.”

The longer the “Borrow” duration, the more Spiritual Power, mental power, and life force will be repaid to the “banker” after the specified time, not merely the original “seed money” but accruing increasing “Interest.”