Chapter 501 Thirty-Year Countdown

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

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

"I know, this is another trick to reshape the church, right?"

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

It consists of a bulb made of glass, containing a slender metal wire inside, which is encapsulated in an environment filled with inert gas, and connected to two metal pins at the bottom for connecting current.

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

The young-looking Motor has eye-catching short silver-white hair, which flutters gently in the breeze and shines with a faint moonlight-like luster.

No longer the black tuxedo of the past, he was now wearing a well-tailored white dress. The fabric glowed softly under the light, as if it covered him with a layer of pure and flawless brilliance.

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

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

Coupled with the powerful destiny trajectory and rune power, Motor is enough to compete with the extraordinary beings at the upper level of the monarch for a period of time, and even has a very small chance of winning. However, most extraordinary beings at the middle level of the monarch are no match for him.

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

"It can bring light to the whole world! I think it is as powerful as the sun!" The engineer became more and more excited as he spoke.

"The God of Recasting, I don't believe in that kind of inexplicable existence." Motor smiled, shook his head, and did not hesitate to publicly speak out words that disparaged the True God.

The engineer was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he was a little unhappy, but he still managed to endure the emotion, and even said with a forced smile:

"Uh... Dear Your Highness Motor, the God of Recasting is also one of the righteous gods. His existence has legitimacy. It makes sense to respect the God of Recasting."

Motor stared at the engineer in silence. Well, as expected, engineers are naturally followers of the God of Recasting. There are more and more such people nowadays.

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

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

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

He stared at the other party for a moment, then shook his head after a while, and continued: "You may not be very clear, but the God of Recasting nearly a hundred years ago was also the evil god in the hearts of the other five righteous churches. They are the evil gods in the past few decades. Only then did he become the so-called righteous god.”

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

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

The name of this manor is called Motor Manor.

The specific location of Motor Manor is on the outskirts of Fein City. Now the entire east coast province is being paved with more and more railway tracks. In addition, Nasir has become the central city in the east of the mainland, so the status of nearby Fein City is also A rising tide lifts all boats.

"Come out quickly, Motor."

Suddenly a voice came from outside the gate. Motor shrugged his shoulders and walked outside unhurriedly.

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

The eldest prince of Siyat, Auston Fisher, has a cold face, as if carved by a sculptor from the hardest jade, with sharp edges and corners, without a trace of unnecessary emotional fluctuations, and dazzling silver hair, like the snow-capped mountains covered in the early winter morning. The first ray of frost on the top is cold and pure.

He is dressed in gorgeous royal clothing, and every stitch and thread reveals supreme nobility and power. The color of the clothing is deep and solemn, which contrasts sharply with the silver-white hair color, which further highlights the undoubted aura of the king. .

This cold eldest prince never smiles easily. Every decision is carefully considered and every action is precise, as if he is a chess player who always has the upper hand.

He also inherited the powerful blood of redemption, and reached the level of the middle monarch. As for the sequence, he is the "Deadly Baron" on the fifth step of the road to power.

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

"You are really too slow, don't you have a sense of urgency? The sense of time is very important, Motor."

Auston lectured without hesitation, giving Motor a headache.

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

Auston knew very well that the other party would actually dare next time, his eyes were cold and he shook his head.

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

Then let's not do it again.

"Don't quarrel, both of you."

The two sisters came with their children, the youngest one was Margot Fisher.

Her silver hair was like the purest first snow in winter, both cold and warm, and her smile had an indescribable appeal that made people want to get close to her.

The princess' temperament was both noble and friendly. She wore an exquisite court dress, and the hem of the skirt swayed gently with her steps. Every step revealed elegance and the innocence and liveliness of a girl.

"Margot!"

Motor's wife Helena ran over and hugged Margot at once, and the two of them were full of smiles.

Helena and Margot have a good relationship.

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

"By the way, 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 solemn look: "It's a big deal, a big deal, which can determine our future destiny."

Motor fell into deep thought.

He knew that his brother would never exaggerate.

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

On the way, Motor looked at the many relatives in the carriage and suddenly felt a little dazed. The memory of Lucius emerged in his mind, and everything in front of him became distorted and dazed.

"..."

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

Lucius...

The first patriarch of the Fisher family...

What's going on?

What's his relationship with me...

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

After a moment of trance, Mortor woke up, shook his head and smiled, saying, "Nothing, I'm fine."

Over the years, he has recalled everything, but he still can't be sure of his relationship with the other party, let alone fully accept the memory of Lucius...

The train whistle sounded, Mortor was silent, and deep in his heart he felt that he must have a real answer.

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Nasir, it is a city that is carved by wind and frost and becomes more and more brilliant.

And 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".

The whole city, from the magnificent palace to the alleys, every corner is filled with a festive atmosphere.

Merchants on both sides of the street hung up special banners and decorations, with words such as "The Gods Protect the Fischer Family" embroidered with gold and dark blue silk threads.

The air was filled with the aroma of delicious food. From the snack stalls on the streets to the most upscale restaurants in the city, all kinds of delicacies were carefully prepared. People wore festive costumes and had 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 lively. The door of the manor was open to welcome many guests, including prominent nobles, talented artists and scholars, and people who had been favored by the Fischer family.

In the banquet hall, the dazzling crystal chandeliers illuminated the entire space. The walls were hung with portraits of the first two generations of the Fischer family and Darren Fischer's celebratory paintings specially customized for this birthday party.

However, behind the city's celebration and bright lights, the Fisher family is about to hold a solemn and extremely intense family meeting.

In the underground glorious hall, the core members of the Fisher family and the Dawn Cult are sitting at a long conference table. There is no joy of the banquet on their faces, but instead they are serious and focused.

Finally, with a slight sound of footsteps, Darren Fisher slowly stepped into the glorious hall. Although his steps were slow, every step revealed unquestionable firmness.

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

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

"After thirty years, the power of those false gods will completely disappear, and all oaths will be completely invalid, and Apocalypse can freely enter and leave the east of the continent."

Everyone fell silent.

"I have an idea, a very bold one that should work. Maybe it can make the situation in thirty years more favorable to us."

Darren continued. He is now a hundred years old and still looks like he is about thirty years old. His eyes are full of malice and undisguised madness.

"Hahahahaha! I think it's time, right now, to disclose the belief of the Lost Lord and the existence of the Sequence Power to the whole world!"