The bone of sin domain is king

Chapter 176 Scene Six. After the Disaster
Istar, in the afternoon, the sky is clear.

Jerome stood in the Hall of the Consul. A few days ago, due to the impact of the big storm, the dome of this magnificent hall was smashed into a huge hole. Several craftsmen were doing their best to repair it, and the sun shone through their busy figures. , On the contrary, it made the whole hall much brighter.

Looking up at the blue sky, Jerome suddenly had the illusion of being in a dream.

A few months, no, a few days ago, he was still wanted by many forces. He infiltrated this golden capital in order to avenge his anonymity, but now, Jerome has become the owner here, the new boss of Ishtar. Archon.

The Council of Elders was almost destroyed in the Great Storm. Most of them followed the three Speakers in an attempt to control Istar. A few of them surrendered after resisting for a while. They are currently in prison, waiting. The trial that follows.

Captain Allen has taken back the authority of the Iron Wolf Guard, and is running around the city with the mercenaries, dealing with various things after the disaster. Those who survived the disaster are lucky because they survived, but they are also Unfortunately, because they have to bear the sorrow.

"My lord, the funeral is about to begin."

Said the officer on the side.

"okay, I get it."

Jerome let out a long sigh, and then followed the officer into the carriage that had been prepared.

In the carriage, there is another person.

Isaiah.

Surprisingly, he didn't choose to seize Jerome's power after the disaster, or even take credit for his efforts during the storm.

Isaiah Olihara is still a shadowy intelligence dealer in Istar, sitting on the third floor of the Black Iron Bar, wandering among various forces, no different from the past.

"Mr. Isaiah."

Jerome didn't call the guards, but just got into the carriage.

"Information about the remaining members of the Elder Council who fled, as well as the remnants of the Hot Wind Mercenary Group."

Isaiah handed him a small package.

"Mr. Isaiah, I'm very surprised, why you don't seem to need anything, I should have promised you status at that time, but..."

Jerome asked, giving without asking for anything in return always makes people wary, and he had no habit of owing favors to others.

"If I didn't ask for your return at that time, would you believe that I was indeed willing to help you, instead of deceiving you like the president of the Istar Chamber of Commerce?"

Smiling, Isaiah said.

"Actually, there is a very simple reason why I help you, and that is the agreement."

"Agreement?"

Jerome showed a puzzled expression. He didn't know what agreement he had with Isaiah, and his father never told him anything similar.

"That was the agreement made between my ancestors and your ancestors when Istar was first established. The Faramir family and the Olihara family, one in the light and the other in the dark, are both to protect Istar. And existence, that’s why I’m helping you.”

As Isaiah said, he glanced out the window, and the streets that were mostly destroyed by the storm are gradually being repaired. Although they still look dilapidated, Ishtar is indeed recovering.

"...This, my father never told me."

Jerome was only four or five years old when he left Istar, and his impression of his father was already quite weak, but he was sure that his father hadn't told him anything related to it.

"If you want to deceive everyone, you must first deceive your own people. Viscount Faramir must have been murdered before he could tell you."

Isaiah said, looking away from the window.

"But why... It's been so many years, is the agreement back then still binding?"

Jerome obviously didn't believe that an ordinary agreement would make Isaiah still stick to it a hundred years later.

"Some will break their vows, and some won't."

Isaiah didn't say much, and tapped lightly on the wall behind him. When the carriage was stable, he quickly stepped out of the carriage, leaving Jerome alone in the carriage, lost in thought.

In the south of Ishtar, on a hill.

Surprisingly, this place was not damaged in the big storm, and it still maintains its original green grass. There are several tombstones standing on the corner of the hill. The mottled text on them shows that these tombstones are quite old.

There is only one, the soil around it is very new, and the stone tablet is also much whiter. It is obviously a new tomb that has only appeared recently.

Davos stood in front of the tomb. His face was a little haggard, but he still stood upright.

Behind him were Tia and Jerome under the shade of the tree.

On the tombstone, the owner's name and his epitaph are written in the common language.

German Lorian.

He guarded Qianhai for ten years and was unknown.

On the side of the tombstone, there is a pure white flower, which can only be seen at the edge of the desert. It takes several years to gestate, but after blooming, it only lasts for a short day. One knows why it blooms now.

The language of desert narcissus is an unchanging promise.

"What are you going to do next?"

Jerome asked, Davos had made great contributions to this crisis, and he should reward Davos, but the mercenary declined Jerome's kindness.

"I will probably find a place and slowly cultivate it."

What Davos said was definitely not a daydream, because after the remains of the people of Chaos were taken away and sealed by Tia, the order in the shallow sea was gradually restored, perhaps because Zoe extracted and concentrated the power of chaos , the desert, which has been under the control of chaos for 700 years, seems to be finally returning to the embrace of civilization.

"I will negotiate with the people from the Istar Chamber of Commerce to organize a part of the wasteland reclamation team and try to plant some cold-resistant plants on the edge of the desert. Davos, you can be the team leader."

Jerome said that although order is being restored little by little, the influence of the power of chaos for hundreds of years will not fade away so easily. This desert will still be troubled by monsters for a long time in the future, but at least , the situation will slowly improve.

"How is the swordsman doing?"

Thinking of the armored swordsman holding a big sword, Jerome looked at Tia.

"I don't know, he seems to have triggered some kind of space teleportation mechanism. The person who made this mechanism is obviously very powerful. I couldn't track down any clues at the time, but at the last moment, I managed to leave a little breath. At least know that he is still alive."

Although it seems inappropriate to describe an undead as "alive", Tia is still very interested in Rosen's whereabouts.

The teleportation spell is quite old, and Tia suspects that it is likely to be left by the person who sealed the crime capital 700 years ago, and why Rosen was chosen is also worth pondering.

Tia was also quite familiar with the ring Rosen found, named the Ring of Destiny, but it was supposed to be a relic that had been lost for nearly a thousand years, so why it appeared here was quite strange.

Tia felt that there was some interesting force behind this manipulating everything, but the amount of information available so far was too little, and Tia didn't dare to speculate.

"I'd better go back and ask my uncle."

Muttering to herself, Tia decided to return to the Rainbow Tower immediately.

The harvest of this journey is really rich.

(End of this chapter)