As soon as the sky cleared up, Erin woke up from her sleep. She first glanced at her brother Chris. The swaddled baby was breathing steadily and looked extremely healthy.
"call."
Erin, who was relieved, then stood up in fear, and soon bowed her head and knelt down in front of the transparent bottle placed on the table.
"Great Lord of the Lost, thank you for the power you have given me."
Emerald green light gradually appeared in her eyes, and she was sincerely filled with gratitude and excitement. She had extraordinary power, which was something that only existed in legends!
Somehow, Erin seemed to gain a dignity and confidence deep within that had never existed before.
Karl did not respond, because spiritual communication also consumes weak spirituality, so he should try to speak as little as possible unless necessary.
Moreover, he fundamentally understands the human mind. No matter how great a being is, as long as it is closer to the mundane, it will lead to a loss of mystery and a great decline in awe.
Since you have decided to be the mastermind behind the Fischer family, rather than an amiable grandfather, it is best to remain mysterious and cold enough.
He wants to be a "chess player". No matter how important the so-called portable grandfather in the story is, in fact it is just a treasure of the protagonist and has no independence at all.
Erin received no response and was confused for a moment, but the brand on the back of her hand reminded her that the Lost Lord definitely existed.
Suddenly, the girl understood!
He might be observing him silently, but he failed to complete the request and find the mysterious object, so the great Lord of the Lost didn't bother to reply to him!
"call."
Erin walked out the door and took a deep breath, feeling that she had experienced an unimaginable night.
The two suns in the sky, one golden and one white, complement each other. They are the "scorching sun" and the "glowing sun", which constantly emit soft light. The third sun only appears rarely.
Those several corpses with tragic deaths are still there.
The girl trembled subconsciously. The experience last night came to mind, and everything in her memory seemed extremely real.
She had seen dead people and animals being killed, but she had never seen living people being killed. They died like animals being slaughtered.
She couldn't just leave them outside for anyone to discover. Irene forced herself to endure the fear and nausea, and finally dragged all the corpses into the wooden house.
The sleeping baby was surrounded by corpses but still slept soundly, with a healthy and rosy face.
"We don't have enough goat milk at home, so we have to go to town to exchange for some goat milk and food."
Erin thought about borrowing another shovel and burying the bodies while the rain softened the soil.
"correct."
Irene almost forgot one thing. She frowned and hesitated for a long time before squatting down and searching for the body.
She was pleasantly surprised to find that there were thirty-five copper nar in the body of the cultist, which was enough to live on for herself and her brother for half a month!
The most regrettable thing is that there are only a few liquefied and solidified silver coins left on the charred corpse, which cannot be used for the time being.
Eileen's mentality gradually changed without her realizing it. She stood up silently and walked out of the wooden house, heading towards Nasir town with some heavy steps.
The hands washed by the river are still full of the smell of corpses, and she can no longer be carefree.
Karl in the bottle condensed his consciousness and gradually tried to transfer it to the red mark on the back of Erin's hand.
He soon discovered that just as he thought, he could observe the outside world from Irene's perspective through the connection of the family's red brand.
It was a very magical feeling, like watching some kind of weird VR show. Carl had no control over where he was looking at the next moment, and his field of vision just kept moving along with Erin's perspective.
Moreover, after getting out of the bottle, he cannot enter the God's perspective, and his vision can only be limited to the possessed person.
A thin mist filled the streets, casting a hazy veil over the entire town.
The sky cleared up, and the townspeople came out of their houses one after another. The vendors in the market had set up their stalls early, selling food, tools, handicrafts, and livestock. The townspeople came and went, and the vendors shouted loudly, attracting pedestrians to buy them. of goods.
Erin calmly came to a stall in the market and bought a bucket of goat's milk for three coppers.
"Hey, it's actually Copper Nar?"
The vendor selling goat milk was a little surprised. The girl usually exchanged fruit for things at home, but this time she actually gave her real copper.
"Thank you for your help in the past. I will return the bucket tomorrow morning."
Irene's heart seemed to have grown up a lot overnight. The changes last night, the demands of the gods, the magical power in her body, too many things were waiting for time to be gradually digested.
She walked through the crowd carrying the goat's milk bucket and soon found a blacksmith shop in Nasir town.
Splashing sparks, hammering sounds and the smell of metal instantly surrounded the girl. The workers were busy cooperating with each other in tacit understanding. Bursts of red flames emitted from the center of the stove, and iron blocks and metal materials of various sizes were piled next to it.
The shop owner is an extremely burly old blacksmith with white hair, wrinkles on his face, and sharp eyes.
Erin put down the goat's milk bucket at the door of the store, her face showing a maturity that did not match her age, and her eyes calmly said:
"Mr. Shopkeeper, I need to rent a shovel."
The old blacksmith stared at her in silence for a long time and said deeply:
"You are Irene, right? I know your parents. They once gave me more fish than I could sell...well, I can lend you the shovel and return it to me when you are done with it."
The old blacksmith paused and said, "You can call me Raymond. If you have any trouble in the future, you can come to me."
Irene's eyes lit up slightly, and she immediately said with sincere gratitude: "Thank you very much, Mr. Raymond, I will remember your kindness."
Although she had just gained some unexplained money, poverty and hunger had already been deeply ingrained in the girl's childhood, and she tried her best not to spend money even if she could.
But she hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I'd better bring you some fruits tomorrow. I can't let you be taken advantage of in vain."
The old blacksmith made no further objection.
When the thin Irene left dragging the shovel and goat milk bucket, Raymond in the blacksmith shop murmured to himself:
"They look really similar. My granddaughter was almost indistinguishable from her back then. Alas, at the age of thirteen or fourteen, she has to take care of her younger brother alone. I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to survive this winter."
Karl, who possessed Irene, felt a smell similar to metal. Although it was extremely weak, there was a thin metal-type bloodline power in the old man's body.
Maybe you can try to explore his potential. Currently, only the young Eileen and his brother cannot do anything at all. As long as they can guarantee their loyalty, the more "chess pieces" the better.
But Karl also felt that the old man’s life was short and the investment value might not be sufficient.
However, he also noticed that besides the old man, there seemed to be others with the same type of blood power in the blacksmith shop. Could they be his descendants?
Erin passed by the food stall with her things and suddenly stood there staring at the rough black hard bread. After hesitating for a long time, she shook her head and continued walking forward.
It was something that could only be eaten on birthdays in the past. The girl also felt strange about what was going on with her and had an urge to vent.
She passed a mansion in the center of Nasir town, its white house surrounded by manicured gardens and tree-lined paths.
The raindrops accumulated all night on the eaves, forming a thin stream that made a tinkling sound.
The owner of the white mansion is the mayor of Nasir Town. He is responsible for helping the baron of the Hoven family manage the affairs of Nasir Town.
Maritime trade is the most profitable business on the east coast. The mayor of Nasir is an extremely wealthy man on the east coast. He is good friends with the sea merchants who control shipping and has many useful connections.
The middle-aged and obese mayor had just walked out of the mansion after breakfast. He immediately saw the girl passing by the street and his eyes widened!
He seemed to have seen something extremely incredible!
"Good day, Lord Mayor."
Irene lowered her head to say hello calmly and respectfully. For an ordinary fisherman's daughter, the mayor of Nasir was undoubtedly a high-ranking figure.
But after experiencing a night of madness, deep down in her heart she no longer had awe for mortals.
"you you you……"
The mayor seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything for a while, and finally just shook his head.
Erin was stunned for a moment, and then left in confusion, her intuition telling her that something was wrong.
The mayor's eyes looking at the girl's back showed deep exhaustion and fear.
What's going on?
Those people had clearly agreed with themselves that as long as they sacrificed the orphaned siblings that no one cared about this year, the terrifying cult would not target this town!
At least nothing will happen this year! This whole year! Nasir should have been safe!
No matter how much I paid to stabilize that sect, the sacrifices I made every year were all for Nasir, but the two siblings actually survived shamelessly.
If someone from that evil cult came to find him, or if things got too big, the Baron or even the even more terrifying Storm Church would notice.
Huge fear almost instantly engulfed the mayor.
Baron Hoven is the owner of the entire town of Nasir, and he is also the only transcendent in the town who has reached the second level.
The strongest person on the east coast is the regional Storm Bishop, who is probably close to the third level.
From a mortal perspective, there is almost no difference between that powerful existence and a real god.
He was trembling and deep in thought, unable to understand something vital.
"Strange, why exactly? It's impossible to think that those helpless siblings would survive."
Could it be that something happened to the priest of the Blood Order, but he was also a true transcendent and could easily deal with two children.
The mayor's face became serious. He must try to contact the cultists of that sect and grasp the whole matter as soon as possible.
After Irene returned home, she immediately confirmed that her brother was fine, looked around and saw that there was no one else around, and finally took a deep breath.
I hope no one has passed by here during the time I left.
The ground outside the wooden house was unusually soft. She gripped the cold and rough handle of the shovel, dug into the wet ground with all her strength, and pulled out the corpses one after another with trembling fatigue and buried them completely in the soil.
By the time everything was done, the night was already dark and darkness had fallen.
There was no light in the girl's tired and numb eyes, as if her fear of death and her last innocence were buried deep underground along with the corpses.
——
Late at night a few hours ago.
In an east coast town dozens of kilometers away.
"ah!"
The father and son named Fisher, Lucius and Byrne woke up from their dreams one after another!
The two looked at each other, speechless for a long time.
They all heard a kind of whisper in their dreams that was completely incomprehensible and difficult to get rid of, as if it was the strange whisper of the devil and evil god.
The father and son stared, sweat dripping down their backs.
The red mark that suddenly appeared on the back of his hand ached faintly, as if it was some kind of nightmare or the fate contained in his blood.
"Dongfang." The son swallowed.
"The source of the call is in that direction..."
