Under the first ray of sunshine in the morning, the whole world seems to be shrouded in soft morning mist.
Karl was very clearly aware of the arrival of the other two members of the Fisher family. He was able to sense blood very clearly through the family brand, and could even judge the time when the other party arrived at the cabin.
Now, three days have passed since the night when the cultists attacked and the girl was branded, and Erin still hasn't been able to figure out a way to obtain the mysterious object.
It is really difficult for a young girl who is not well-informed.
She sat in the wooden house taking care of her younger brother, slowly raising her hand with the red brand, always feeling that she should do something with this power.
But the plan in the girl's mind was still vague and could not be put into shape.
Just when Irene was at a loss what to do, she suddenly felt the red mark on the back of her hand feel slightly hot, as if there was some kind of connection coming from nearby.
She subconsciously raised her head and looked outside the wooden house. A wooden cart pulled by a black old horse was slowly approaching, leaving deep axle marks on the muddy ground.
Erin swallowed subconsciously, knowing clearly in her mind that the corpses of cultists were buried under that piece of mud.
Lucius and Byrne, who were standing next to the wooden cart, were also stunned for a moment. They noticed the extremely subtle feeling in the blood connection. This was the source of the call for the two of them every time in the night.
Lucius narrowed his eyes habitually and held the hilt of the sword at his waist warily, ready to pull it out at any time.
Irene walked out of the wooden house holding her infant brother, looked at the people she had never seen in Nasir Town, and asked in confusion: "Who are you?"
Byrne subconsciously retreated behind his father, not daring to face the stranger directly.
Lucius smiled and replied: "I am a retired old mercenary, my name is Lucius Fisher, what is your name, little girl?"
Erin was slightly stunned. The person in front of her was also named Fisher. What was going on?
She vaguely remembered that her father once said that she had an uncle, but she always felt that if the man in front of her was that uncle, it would be too much of a coincidence.
Byrne, who was standing behind Lucius, suddenly raised his head and said, "Father, she is most likely my cousin."
Many questions in Lucius's mind suddenly became clear in an instant, and he asked with a smile: "How did you analyze it?"
Byrne still looked nervous and continued to explain:
"Well, father, you once said that there is a brother in Nasir, and she also has that red mark on the back of her hand. I guess, well, that is probably a mysterious thing that can only be produced by blood."
After hearing this, Irene took a deep breath and realized that both of them were blood relatives of hers. They probably came here after feeling the call of the Lost Lord.
So, the girl suddenly understood the true meaning of the red mark.
She tried to remain calm and said: "It is a gift from the great Lord of the Lost. From now on, the people of the Fisher family will be His followers, and I am also a child of the Fisher family."
Lucius nodded silently, his eyes sparkling, his lazy temperament swept away, and he continued:
"It seems that you are indeed my brother's daughter. Why haven't you met him and your mother, and everything about the Lost Lord... Please tell us in detail."
Halfway through the words, Lucius had already seen the undisguised sadness in Irene's expression, and instantly guessed that his brother's current situation would never be good, and his expression became melancholy.
"Brother, I should probably come back earlier."
Byrne, a fearful young man, suddenly hesitated and asked a question.
"Is the mysterious being you speak of really a god? Even if he is a god, he may be an evil god. Does the Fisher family really have to believe in him?"
Hearing the questioning voice, Irene's face showed indifference, and the dissatisfaction in her eyes made Byrne feel cold all over.
"You have no right to question Him!"
She shook her head and turned back to the wooden house. The father and son who stayed outside looked at each other.
Karl silently observed the two arriving people.
The older man was a weathered and experienced mercenary, and was obviously the most useful "chess piece" in the Fisher family today.
noon.
The two suns "Scorching Sun" and "Glory Sun" rise high in the sky, emitting almost endless warm light.
"Please see, everything I said is true, and this is the extraordinary power given to me by the Lost Lord."
Irene had already put down her brother, and with a calm expression, she raised one hand and transformed into a subtle and gentle emerald green light, exuding an aura like the coming of spring.
Both Lucius and Byrne stood in the wooden house. They were stunned at this scene, and then stared at the transparent bottle looking very uneasy and at a loss.
Carl could emotionally feel the difference in the specific content of their emotions.
Byrne, that nervous and timid boy's uneasiness also has a suppressed curiosity. He is very interested in the existence of "himself", but he is full of fear and dare not try to find out.
He understands that the mysterious presence symbolizes power, but also represents great danger.
The eyes of Lucius, who was in his thirties, seemed calm, but in fact, he deliberately concealed shock, joy, worry, greed, and finally some kind of determination.
He seemed to have made an important determination, hoping to use the opportunity at hand to achieve something, and even the laziness and decadence that had been deeply rooted in his bones were instantly swept away.
Karl knew very well that Lucius and his son were shocked by the extraordinary power displayed by Irene!
Regardless of whether they are spellcasters or bloodline knights, the extraordinary people on the continent of Oden are all those who are born with spellcasting talents or the corresponding bloodline, so that they can have the opportunity to further become extraordinary people.
Talent and blood determine the upper limit of most people's lives.
As for mysterious objects or blessings from mysterious beings, those are only extraordinary powers that can be taken away by others or are temporary and short-lived.
Mortals without spellcasting talent or bloodline will never truly possess extraordinary power anyway!
But the power he possesses breaks such an iron law!
Lucius showed an unconcealable smile, suppressed the excitement deep in his heart, and said respectfully:
"Great Lord of the Lost, I am Lucius, now the eldest man in the Fisher family."
"The Fisher family will definitely serve you, loyal and dedicated. Everything we do is for your great recovery!"
Even so, there was actually no awe deep in his eyes.
The man just wanted to take advantage of the mysterious power that suddenly appeared.
A guy who is greedy for profit, but he can also become a suitable "chess piece". Carl silently commented that Lucius could not do much by relying on the young siblings. He did not exclude the existence of "chess pieces" with their own ideas.
So the next moment, Karl once again conveyed his will.
He gave Lucius the "protective" power contained in the purple finger amulet.
Although the power of the "healing" runes in the transparent bottle is much weaker, the "protection" runes can also play a significant role in low-level battles.
Suddenly Lucius noticed the great existence of the Lost Lord, which was a great power that was too huge to be described. The black cross light kept flashing in the transparent bottle. Compared with it, his own existence was as small as the most humble one in the world. of dust!
How great!
The conspiracy ideas in his mind disappeared in an instant, leaving only fear, and he even wanted to crawl to the ground.
How stupid I was to try to take advantage of such a great existence just now!
The next moment, purple light slowly appeared in Lucius's eyes, which was full of awe.
He felt that some powerful power was given to the depths of his soul, and he could activate it through his connection with the Lost Lord.
After tentatively activating that extraordinary power, Lucius felt something deep inside his heart was slightly consumed, and then an invisible repulsive force emerged around him, which could effectively resist external attacks.
Ordinary people may never see extraordinary power in their lifetime, but now Lucius has it easily, he can't help but be excited!
"It turns out that this is the legendary extraordinary power, the great Lord of the Lost. Thank you for your gift. I from the Fisher family will dedicate everything to help you recover!"
Lucius was ecstatic, and Byrne, who was not far away, was also very excited, and he clearly realized that his destiny had completely changed from this moment on.
The future was uncertain, and while the young man was excited, he felt great tension and fear welling up in his heart.
What kind of god is the Lost Lord who controls the fate of the Fisher family?
What will our future be like?
Lucius thought for a moment, lowered his head respectfully and asked: "Great Lord of the Lost, something seemed to have been consumed in my body just now. What was that disappeared thing?"
"Could it be what the caster calls magic power?"
Karl thought deeply for a moment and clearly understood the importance of teaching a few people basic mysterious knowledge, which would save the members of the Fisher family from making many detours.
Although spirituality is consumed every time information is transmitted, and the greater the amount of information, the greater the consumption. However, Karl decided to pass on the basic mysterious knowledge at the cost of consuming part of his spirituality.
He intended to pass on only one piece of mystical knowledge, and the rest of the Fisher family would only need to consult the one who had been given the knowledge.
As for the person to whom he will impart knowledge, Karl has already decided who he will be.
"Great Lord of the Lost, I feel your will. Do you intend to generously give me mysterious knowledge?"
Erin raised her head in great respect, realizing that the great god wanted to give her precious mysterious knowledge.
She is ready.
Carl no longer hesitated to pass on the mysterious knowledge.
In an instant, the girl felt dizzy and dizzy. Severe pain rushed into her mind, and she fell to her knees as if she was about to be torn apart.
