Chapter 68: 66 Sea God Cult

Lady Isaac’s words carried weight, and since the atmosphere of the tea party had reached this point, the noble families, who spoke daily of helping the weak, had no reason to object.

However, the specific amount of money to contribute was a headache for everyone.

Fortunately, Lady Isaac had come prepared and handed each person a piece of writing paper, indicating that the donations were anonymous and uncounted, which greatly relieved many of the ladies.

They were to write their pledges there and then, with Lady Isaac providing an advance, and afterwards, everyone was to give the agreed sum to her.

Before the tea party ended, Chris pulled on Margaret’s sleeve, pursed his lips, and looked down without speaking.

But the meaning he was expressing was understood by the experienced adults.

Soon, a servant came to lead Chris to the washroom.

Once out of everyone’s sight, Chris walked past a wall that had a mermaid painting on it. His hands were as nimble as a skilled magician’s, and he easily took out the piece of paper marked with the “Secret Ear Technique” from behind the painting.

While Chris was in the washroom, the servants outside even joked:

“Maybe there’s a god who controls the washrooms of the world.”

When Chris returned, he just heard Lady Isaac clapping her hands. She sat in the place of honor and said solemnly:

“Well, ladies, let’s call it a day for today’s tea party.”

Lady Isaac then turned her attention specifically to Margaret and Chris.

“You two stay behind. Regarding the matter of donating that money to Madam Irene’s orphanage, I want to communicate more with your Fischer family.”

Chris didn’t want to stay behind with Margaret at all, yet her reasoning was sound.

So, once everyone else had left, only Margaret and Chris remained. Lady Isaac handed over the donation of thirty Gold Coins in the form of a banknote to Margaret herself.

Lady Isaac stretched out her somewhat aged hand and spoke very earnestly:

“Margaret, please deliver this money to Madam Irene. Charity for the children is in line with the Moon Lady’s expectations, and we cannot just sit here talking without taking action.”

Margaret was moved and said, “I really can’t thank you enough, I truly never expected you to be so generous. The orphans will surely be touched.”

Eh, Chris, standing by, suddenly thought of something very important.

Since the donations were anonymous and the amounts not disclosed, only Lady Isaac herself knew exactly how much she had given to the Fischer family’s orphanage and how much was contributed by everyone.

Afterwards, due to various reasons, everyone was likely not to check the accounts privately.

“At the last tea party, you mentioned you were pregnant, Margaret.”

Lady Isaac picked up a cup of tea, turned her back, and suddenly threw out a personal question about Margaret.

“Yes, that’s right. I hope to have a girl. Darren is too lonely by himself; it would be nice if he had a sister.”

Lady Isaac nodded and continued:

“Margaret, an Extraordinary Exponent can only produce a limited number of offspring in their lifetime, and each of your children will be the future and hope of the Fischer family.”

Although the details were unknown, Extraordinary Exponents indeed had low fertility, and there were limits to the number of children they could bear, and they themselves could vaguely sense this, knowing whether they had reached their limit.

According to the True Gods Church, this was a limitation imposed by the gods.

In the Second Era, Extraordinary Exponents could keep having children without end, obviating the need for ordinary humans, which eventually led to a “cataclysm,” causing the complete destruction of the Second Era.

Now in the Fourth Era, the first three eras and their beings had been completely ended by various different “cataclysms,” with only the supreme gods standing eternally in the world.

“Actually, I haven’t thought that far ahead; I just hope to allow my child to not regret having been born.”

Margaret beamed happily, gently caressing her belly and slightly bowing her head.

She didn’t feel that Darren and the new baby needed to carry any burden at all.

They don’t need to be the future or carry hopes; as long as they can live happily, healthily, and peacefully, that was enough.

Lady Isaac remained silent on the spot for a long while, as if pondering something that required deep thought, before she calmly spoke:

“I have a potion I got from a Priest of the Silver Moon Church that can help your child grow more smoothly, Margaret.”

After she finished speaking, she briefly left and then returned with a bottle of dark blue potion, handing it to Margaret.

“Drink it, it’s good for the child. He, oh, she will receive the Moon Lady’s blessing.”

Margaret smiled, but instead of drinking it directly, she said, “Thank you, I will drink it when I get home.”

Lady Isaac remained silent for a moment, nodded, and did not insist or force the matter.

Margaret and Byrne had made a pact not to partake in any ceremony, pray to any mysterious beings, drink any potions or beverages of peculiar colors, or to stay alone at the tea party.

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“Why do you know so much? Besides, there shouldn’t be any problem with the Moon Lady.”

Byrne remained silent for a long while, then said he had read many books about religion and mysticism, so he might be a bit paranoid in this aspect.

The two then left Lady Isaac’s house, who accompanied Margaret and Chris as they left the estate, before she silently returned home.

Inside the carriage, Irene waited calmly, her gaze fixed outside.

The world outside was shrouded in white mist, as if everything was engulfed in some vast mystery, and the tranquil serenity of the town seemed as if it could be shattered in an instant.

“Why did you come back to me? I really thought I’d never see you again.”

Suddenly, Lady Isaac’s somewhat irritated voice emerged in Irene’s ears.

Well, who was she talking to?

Irene realized that what she could overhear today might be quite different from before.

“I really don’t want to see you. The Isaac family has found a new place now, and if it weren’t for your arrival, everything would have been peaceful!”

“Have you said enough, my sister?”

Suddenly, a starkly different male voice appeared in her ears.

The words just now were specifically addressed to a sister, but Irene knew one thing for sure, Lady Isaac only had a brother and never had an older sibling.

Or perhaps, nobody knew of the existence of her elder brother.

“Sister, the members of the Isaac family can’t escape their fate. Our great-grandfather chose this path, so we, as descendants, must continue it.”

“When you were young, you were also a faithful member of the Sea God Cult, having personally killed members of the Tempest Church, your hands already stained with blood. Now you try to escape it all, how laughable!”

“Alright, did you give her the potion? Did you watch her drink it?”

Irene heard Lady Isaac’s voice, tired and helpless.

“Yes, I gave it to her, but she refused to drink it right there and then.”

“What? Why didn’t you force her? If the ritual lacks elements, and you fail to complete the mission, the Priest will definitely not spare the Isaac family!”

“You should think about it again and make sure about the potion! Don’t think you still have a chance to escape it all!”

Her elder brother was clearly unsatisfied, even a bit furious, followed by the heavy sound of a slamming door and a long sigh.

Sea God Cult.

Of course, Irene knew that name; they were the arch-enemy of the Tempest Church on the East Coast.

Their organization and power were far more solid and formidable than those jungle natives of old, with an extremely long and profound history. The primary task of the East Coast’s Tempest Bishops was to completely eradicate these people.

Those people had their sights set on the port town Nasir.