From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 148: Chapter 142: Development and Consecution “Employee” (Vote for monthly ticket!)

Fein City’s Patrol Bureau was officially renamed Fein City Police Department, and all the members of the patrols were also renamed and henceforth became the police officers of Fein City.

The newly established Police Department had just arrested a group of smugglers who had been illegally trading in valuable contraband goods without ever paying taxes. After being reported by their peers, they were severely beaten by the police and thrown into jail.

“Police Chief, sir, good day! The most stubborn one among them has been beaten to death, and there’s only one woman left. What would you like us to do with her?”

In the gloomy and dim cells of Fein City Police Department, two officers saluted the newly appointed Police Chief Mormir, feeling somewhat guilty about the death caused by their actions.

“I understand,” Mormir said.

Dressed in his police uniform, Mormir nodded calmly. He didn’t care about his subordinates killing a prisoner and walked into the cell with an expressionless face.

He gestured for the two officers to leave and immediately heard the furious cursing of a woman.

“Trash! Lapdogs! You scum bred by nobles know nothing but to bully us, the poor! You have no sense of morality or shame!”

“I despise the gods! Because they shelter you filthy swine, you are all so stupid and nauseating!”

This was a woman in her thirties, not at all beautiful, but her eyes were full of fiery anger.

Mormir, not at all angry, squatted down in front of her and slowly reached out to grab the woman’s chin, looking down at her from above.

“I know your name is Susan. You hate the gods?”

The woman named Susan was stunned for a moment and finally said coldly, “Yes, I loathe those disgusting deities!”

Mormir smiled faintly, knowing she wasn’t deceiving him, and said slowly,

“I can free you from jail, but you must work for me. What do you say, Miss Susan? This is an important opportunity. You can make a choice.”

“But I can’t give you much time to consider, only ten seconds, ten, nine…”

In the dimly lit jail, Mormir’s voice had a peculiar magnetism, giving the impression that he could control everything in his hands.

This ruthless Police Chief had cruelly killed many prisoners, and all who knew him feared him greatly. The woman, who had just been calm and angry, trembled as she looked to the other side.

In the corner hung a smuggler who had been beaten to death. She took a deep breath and finally nodded her head.

“I agree, Mr. Police Chief, I am willing to serve you!”

“Very well,” Mormir said with a light nod, then he took out a dose of medication from his chest and forced it into Susan’s mouth.

“Cough cough, cough!”

Susan felt as if flames were bursting from inside her, coughing for a long time until tears came out.

She heard Police Chief Mormir say calmly,

“From now on, you belong to me, but you must remember, never inquire about things you shouldn’t.”

After saying that, Mormir turned around and left.

The second generation Daybreakers had left the Fischer family for several years, and among them, Yeager, who had the best affinity with the God Pantheon stairway, had successfully reached the “Duelist” rank.

Over the years, the four Daybreakers received new instructions from the Fischer family again and again.

His Excellency Byrne remotely commanded them to further infiltrate and even recruit new subordinates in their respective domains.

The subordinates were unaware of the existence of the Dawn Church and the Fischer family, knowing only their immediate superiors, the Daybreakers. Even if discovered by the church and official forces, it would not directly expose the whole organization.

The East Coast Province currently had poor public security, with a surge in numbers of heretics. However, this extremely chaotic environment provided many opportunities for the Fischer family.

Mormir, having left the dark prison and returned to his office at the Police Department, took out the purple medication from his chest and pondered deeply.

This was a drug known as “Deep Purple,” the result of His Excellency Bain’s research on chronic poisons combined with Class 1 Extraordinary Material, the “Non-living Flower,” which could permanently affect ordinary humans.

The user’s physical abilities would permanently increase each time they digested “Deep Purple,” effective up to three times, enough to enhance an ordinary person’s physical abilities to a low-level Beginning stage.

However, those who consumed “Deep Purple” needed to obtain a special antidote once a year to suppress the poison in their bodies from acting up, or else they would die instantly.

Over the years, Mormir could clearly feel that the head of the house, like a very greedy sponge, grew more and more voracious as he aged, his mind maturing further with each year.

They said that in his youth, he was a shy and timid child who knew nothing, but as he became an adult, the head of the house grew continuously, becoming more rational and composed after each crisis.

At thirty-five, the head of the Fischer family had become entirely different, his eyes filled with wisdom and depth.

Mormir was very aware that now very few people could discern what the scholarly man was really thinking.

“His Excellency Bain once said that it doesn’t matter how low the beginning of a life or family is. The most important ability is to keep learning and growing. That’s the key to the Path of Knowledge.”

——

In the room of Fein City Hall, a wealthy businessman sat respectfully in front of Yeager, presenting him with an expensive gift.

“Mr. Yeager, I’ll trouble you with this matter. This is a token of our sincerity,” he said.

Yeager, still as handsome as ever, dressed in white and squinting his eyes, smiled faintly, gently shook his head, and then pushed the presented gift back to the man.

“No need for a gift, consider it a favor from me. I hope we can become closer friends in the future,”

Upon hearing the word “friends,” a splendid smile spread across the merchant’s face.

“Friends! I understand, we are friends now! Hahaha!”

After a while, Yeager soon learned that another merchant was coming to see him.

His name was Colin.

“Colin, that little rascal, heh heh.”

Yeager let out another smile because, with the vast financial support of the Fischer family, he had become a low-ranking official in Fein City Hall, responsible for dealing with commercial disputes.

He valued every person from the Daybreak Orphanage, always calling them “Daybreakers,” and gradually became their leader, with his status in the Dawn Church rising steadily.

Deep in Yeager’s heart was an ambition to climb to the position of mayor by using the power of the Dawn Church and then to exchange his public status for an important position within the Church.

“Colin, long time no see.”

The door closed tightly, and Yeager looked at the slim, bespectacled young man with short hair sitting before him with a chuckle.

That young man was Colin, who despite being only in his twenties, already had a receding hairline and was very excited to see Yeager.

He hugged Yeager and whispered, “My brother, it’s all for the lost dawn.”

Yeager nodded with a smile and repeated, “For the lost dawn.”

As insecurity on the East Coast grew, the Fischer family established two new orphanages in the four towns, and among the Daybreakers who were from the two original orphanages, three more stepped on the paths of “Forging,” “World Order,” and “Contract.”

The most outstanding of the third generation Daybreakers was Colin.

He was born in the Daybreak Orphanage of Fein City, his father died in the first year of a naval war, he was twenty years old this year, with a silver tongue adept at bargaining and very sensitive to changes in commodity prices.

Colin’s path was the “Path of Contract,” and the power of consecution he received was “Employee.”

His physical strength increased by 2, spirituality power by 8, and the extraordinary trait he obtained was “Focused on Work.”

The ability “Focused on Work” was simple, allowing Colin to concentrate on a task for a long time without his attention being distracted.

Colin looked at Yeager, the trusted elder Daybreaker, with joy in his heart.

He smiled and said, “Big brother Yeager, a batch of goods produced by the factories in Nasir Town seems to have been detained by your people, suspecting the goods contain heretic objects.”

“Of course, the goods are actually very normal. I think those people probably just want to extort more money, so I hope big brother Yeager can help us sort this out.”

Strange.

Yeager narrowed his eyes, acutely aware that something was amiss, but still nodded with a smile:

“Dare to detain the goods of the Fischer family? I’ve never heard of such a thing, hehe, don’t they understand the relationship between Fischer and the Lion clan?”

He slowly stood up and said seriously:

“Hmm, I will personally look into this matter; don’t worry.”

——

On a main road, the soldiers of the Fischer family and the Dagger Brotherhood were escorting a batch of the Fischer family’s goods out of the area of the four towns.

The gang’s leader, Moore, was riding at the front of the procession, constantly vigilant, his actions very strict and disciplined, even to the point of discomforting his subordinates.

He had already reached the 2nd Rank on the Path of World Order, becoming a “Sheriff.”

In recent years, Moore’s two younger brothers had also joined the Dawn Church, becoming new Blood Receivers, and both with volatile temperaments, had taken the Path of Calamity.

When the caravan stopped for a rest en route, the cautious Moore personally inspected the goods and suddenly screamed:

“Trouble!”

His brothers rushed over, each asking in surprise, “What happened, big brother?”

“What’s the matter? Is there a problem with the goods?”

Moore nodded, picked up a red bag from the goods with a calm demeanor; no one had seen the existence of this item before.

With a steady voice he said, “Take a look at this. It was mixed into the batch of medicine being sent to Fein City along the way by someone we don’t know.”

Moore opened the bag with caution, and his eyes gradually widened, and he swore a rare curse!

“Damn it, this stuff is from those bastards of the Stars Embrace Order!”

“They consume this to fall into an odd state to see and worship ‘that’ thing!”

After hearing this, everyone was stunned, instinctively stepping back, as Moore shook his head, his eyes sharp as he said:

“It certainly wasn’t tampered with in town, more likely on the road outside. The situation is severe; we must go back immediately and report to the family head!”

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