Tantric family to divine dynasty

Chapter 501 Thirty Year Countdown

"I'm here to inspect my estate, so what's that glowing thing in my hall?"

The engineer in the manor hall bowed and said immediately: "Light, this is the light, Your Highness Motor."

"I know. This is another trick of the Reforged Church, right?"

Motto raised his head and stared at the so-called light.

It consists of a glass bulb with a thin metal wire inside. The wire is enclosed in an environment filled with inert gas and has two metal pins connected to the bottom for connecting to the current.

The bulb is also equipped with a metal lamp holder on the outside to fix it on the lamp.

The young-looking Motto has a striking head of short silver-white hair, which flutters gently in the breeze, shimmering with a faint moonlight-like luster.

No longer the black tuxedo of the past, he was now wearing a well-tailored white suit. The fabric had a soft luster under the light, as if covering him with a layer of pure and flawless glory.

There is an indescribable laziness and casualness in his temperament, as if he has a nonchalant attitude towards everything in the world, and every move reveals calmness and elegance.

Today, Motor has successfully reached the fifth step of the road to conquest, the "Silver Knight". At the same time, his blood of redemption has also reached the level of the lower monarch.

Combined with the powerful trajectory of destiny and the power of runes, Motor is enough to fight against the extraordinary people who have reached the monarch level for a period of time, and he may even have a very small chance of winning. However, most of the extraordinary people at the middle monarch level are not his opponents.

The engineer frowned and said, "Well, Your Highness Motor, how can this be called a trick? It is said to be an important thing passed down from the oracle of the God of Recasting."

"It can bring light to the whole world! I think this power is no less than that of the scorching sun!" The engineer became more and more excited as he spoke.

"As for the God of Reforging, I don't believe in that kind of inexplicable existence." Motto smiled, shook his head, and did not hesitate to publicly speak words that belittled the true God.

The engineer was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he was a little unhappy, but he still forced himself to suppress his emotions, and even smiled reluctantly as he said:

"Uh... Respected His Highness Motor, the God of Recasting is at least one of the righteous gods. His existence is legitimate. It makes sense to respect the God of Recasting."

Motor stared at the engineer in silence. Well, it turned out that engineers were naturally believers of the God of Recasting, and there were more and more such people nowadays.

In today's era, both the Silver Moon Church and the Storm Church have completely declined.

The influence of the Reforging Church has grown by leaps and bounds. It can be said that it has successfully entered thousands of households relying on various technologies. Many people believe in the God of Reforging for no other reason than because as long as they believe in Him, it will be easier to repair things in the future.

The Church of Redemption, the Church of the Sun, the Church of Recasting, the Church of Order...believers of these four churches account for 90% of the population.

He stared at the other person until he felt a little scared. After a while, he shook his head and continued, "You may not be very clear. Nearly a hundred years ago, the God of Recasting was also an evil god in the hearts of the other five major orthodox churches. They have only become so-called orthodox gods in the past few decades."

In the second year after his marriage, Mottol Fischer moved into his own manor. At this moment, he was inspecting the final decoration. He was curious because it was the first time he saw the thing called an electric light.

"Well, I hope it works better than the gas lamp." He nodded and ignored the embarrassed engineer.

The name of this manor is Motor Manor.

The specific location of Motor Manor is in the suburbs of Fein City. Now more and more railway tracks are being laid across the entire East Coast Province. In addition, Nasir has become the central city in the east of the continent, so the status of the nearby Fein City has also risen.

"Come out, Motor."

Suddenly a voice came from outside the gate. Motto shrugged his shoulders and walked outside slowly.

Standing outside the door was a handsome and cool young man.

The eldest prince of Syat, Austin Fisher, has a stern face, as if it was carved from the hardest jade by a sculptor, with sharp edges and corners, without a trace of unnecessary emotional fluctuations, and dazzling silver hair, like the first ray of frost covering the top of a snow-capped mountain in the early morning of winter, cold and pure.

He was dressed in gorgeous royal attire, every stitch and thread revealing supreme dignity and power. The color of the clothing was deep and solemn, forming a sharp contrast with the silver-white hair color, further highlighting the unquestionable kingly aura on his body.

This cold-blooded prince never smiles easily. Every decision he makes is carefully considered, and every action he takes is precise and accurate, as if he is a chess player who always has the advantage of the first move.

He also inherited the powerful blood of redemption, and reached the level of a mid-level monarch. As for the sequence, it was the fifth step on the road to power, "Deadly Baron".

Many people say that Prince Austin is like a combination of Chris and Christine, with perfect looks, cold temperament, and extremely high IQ and management skills.

"You are really too slow. Don't you have any sense of urgency? Timing is very important, Motol."

Auston's lecture without hesitation gave Motor a headache.

"Yes, yes, I understand. I won't do it again next time!"

Auston knew very well that the other party would actually dare to do it again next time, so he looked at him coldly and shook his head.

If he was his subordinate, he would definitely pay the price and feel fear, but since he is his brother...

Then don't do it next time.

"Stop arguing, you two."

Their younger sister arrived with her own children, the youngest of whom was Margaux Fischer.

Her silver hair is like the purest first snow in winter, which is both cool and warm. Her smile has an indescribable appeal that makes people want to get close to her. The princess has a noble and friendly temperament. She wears an exquisite court dress, which sways gently with her steps. Every step reveals her elegance and the innocence and liveliness of a girl.

"Margo!"

Motto's wife Helena ran over and hugged Margot, both of them smiling.

Helena and Margot have a good relationship.

Auston nodded slightly and said expressionlessly: "Everyone is here, let's go."

"By the way, this time the 100th birthday party of the 'devil' was decided to be held in Nasir Manor instead of in the city over in Rhea because we have an important family meeting to be held there."

"What?" Motor was slightly stunned.

Austin continued with a serious look: "It's a big deal, a very big deal that can determine our future destiny."

Motol fell into deep thought.

He knew that his brother would never exaggerate.

Soon, several people, along with dozens of servants, left Motor Manor and went to Fisher Manor. They went to the train station and took a steam train exclusively for the Fisher family to Nasir City.

On the way, Motto looked at the many relatives in the carriage and suddenly became dazed. The memories of Lucius emerged in his mind, and everything in front of him became distorted and hazy.

"..."

He subconsciously covered his head and felt as if he was on the sea with everything around him shaking.

Lucius...

The first patriarch of the Fischer family...

what is the problem?

What is his relationship with me...

"What's wrong, Motto?" Helena asked with concern.

After a moment of trance, Motol woke up, shook his head and said with a smile: "Nothing, I'm fine."

Over the years, he has recalled everything, but he still cannot be sure of his relationship with the other party, and he cannot fully accept the memories that belong to Lucius...

The train whistle sounded and Motto remained silent, feeling deep down that he must have a real answer.

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Nasir is a city that has been carved by wind and frost and has become increasingly brilliant.

The most distinguished Fischer family in this city is about to usher in a milestone moment: the 100th birthday party of Darren, the head of the "Black Fischer" family.

All over the city, from the magnificent palaces to the alleys, every corner is filled with a festive atmosphere.

Businesses on both sides of the street hung up special banners and decorations with words such as "Gods protect the Fischer family" embroidered in gold and dark blue silk threads.

The air was filled with the aroma of delicious food. From street food stalls to the city's most upscale restaurants, all kinds of delicacies were carefully prepared. People were dressed in festive costumes, with happy smiles on their faces. Many of them gathered in the square to pray to the gods and bless the Fischer family.

The Fischer family's manor was even more bustling with activity. The gates of the manor were open to welcome numerous guests, including prominent nobles, talented artists and scholars, and people who had received favors from the Fischer family.

Inside the banquet hall, sparkling crystal chandeliers illuminated the entire space. On the walls hung portraits of the first two generations of the Fisher family, as well as a celebratory painting of Darren Fisher specially customized for this birthday party.

However, behind the city's celebration and bright lights, a solemn and extremely intense family meeting was about to take place within the Fisher family.

Inside the magnificent underground hall, core members of the Fisher family and the Order of the Dawn sat around a long conference table. There was no trace of the joy of the banquet on their faces, but instead seriousness and concentration.

Finally, with the sound of light footsteps, Darren Fisher slowly stepped into the magnificent hall. Although his pace was slow, every step revealed his unquestionable firmness.

He sat at the head of the conference table, his eyes sweeping over everyone present. Those eyes, which had experienced countless pains and choices, seemed to be able to see into the deepest part of people's hearts.

"Kano's prediction... is that there are still thirty years left."

"After thirty years, the power of those false gods will completely disappear. At that time, all oaths will be completely invalid, and Tianqi will be able to enter and leave the eastern part of the continent freely."

Everyone fell silent.

"I have an idea, a very bold one, but it should be effective. Maybe it can make the situation in 30 years more favorable to us."

Darren continued speaking. Although he was now a hundred years old, he still looked like he was about thirty years old. His eyes were full of malice and undisguised madness.

“Hahahahahaha! I think it’s time. Right now, let’s announce the belief in the Lord of Loss and the existence of Sequence Power to the whole world!”

(End of this chapter)