Mandate of Heaven: "This Halberd Blade, representing the solid state, requires its holder to calm sea disasters, suppress tsunamis, rescue those who fall into the water, and protect cities."
Upon reading this, Byron imdiately understood the cause of the encounter between the Little rmaid and the Prince in fairy tales. His mother, Heather, had unintentionally drifted from the Eastern Continent along the Third Ring Current Zone to the Old World. There, she had casually saved Edmund Lancaster, who was drowning at the ti. This began a fantastical fairy tale and ultimately led to Byron's birth. It was also because of this Sacred Relic's authority to halt changes that he, Byron, was not turned into a rmaid but born in human form. In doing so, she had expertly avoided the troubles from the Eastern Continent—a truly painstaking effort. Because of this Sacred Relic, Heather's body and the red rose that his father had placed on her had not changed for over a decade. He also guessed that the Zero Tier Sacred Relic held by his cousin, Sea Magician Sarant Tudor, was likely the Halberd Blade representing the gaseous state. That would enable the lee Mage, who could only perform Flash Technique, to beco a master of Shapeshifting. That battle technique of transforming into a Hidden Fish to attack from an enemy's rear, however, was truly indescribable.
"Let try."
Byron evaluated the taboo of this treasure, ensuring he wouldn't be attacked. He took two steps forward, quickly passing the spot where moths had fallen, and, unsurprisingly, reached the Crystal Coffin without suffering any frost damage.
Gently brushing the dirt from the surface of the coffin, he saw Heather's true appearance and whispered to her, "Mother, you won't have to be alone anymore. Co ho with and my sister."
Instead of opening the Crystal Coffin to remove the trident fragnt, he placed the entire Crystal Coffin into the Storage Curio, the Snake Skin Bag.
The Bayfolk's Netherworld, the 'Valhalla Hall of Heroes', has nine levels. It was Pirate King [Whale Hunter] Jack Harold who cleared all nine levels of the Valhalla Hall of Heroes. By doing so, he obtained the secret prophecy of the Bayfolk's revival, which set him on the course through the Erkadna Triangular Circulation.
Byron didn't know on which level Heather's soul slumbered. Searching for it layer by layer was like finding a needle in a haystack, but her body was precisely the soul's anchor in the real world.
"Mother, as long as I can go one step further and harness more of Woden's Deity Mask's authority, or recapture our Legendary Warship, the Bayfolk's Flagship Valhalla, I can forcibly pull your soul out of the Hall of Valor. Then you can freely choose whether to follow the path of the Book of the Dead, use the [Elixir of Thousand Spirits] to resurrect your body, or beco a Totem God."
Byron was not very sentintal. Instead, he was sowhat delighted that the boundary between life and death was narrowing, bringing him one step closer to reunion. He liked to plan before acting, to weigh the pros and cons before doing sothing to ensure he wouldn't face a difficult choice. If possible, he wished he could rescue the Lancaster family's female mbers, led by his aunt, Queen Margaret, in advance, to prevent them from being used as hostages by the York Party in the future. But they had all been handed over to the Church and locked in a closely guarded Monastery. Saving those aunts would rely on Sister Teresa and church insiders like [Holy Hamr] Oliver. He, Byron, already had a comprehensive plan and believed he would see results before launching his counterattack on the holand.
Afterward, they restored the tomb to its original state and mounted the Eight-legged Sky Horse to dive into the sea. Just as they were about to ride back to the Bantaan Archipelago, Byron uttered, "Eh?" The two Ravens, Hugin and Munin, which had stayed behind at Ganquan Palace, successively sent back the intelligence they had witnessed.
Catherine had been wondering why the Queen would bother with their marriage when she was otherwise unoccupied. "One King, Two Queens" was not feasible to be made public anyti soon. It had not yet been decided who would marry in the Golden Empire and who on the Old Continent. Now, hearing the plans of the Woodville Family clearly, she was incensed, "Marrying a widow? Swallowing family wealth? You're courting death!"
Her ample bosom heaved violently, and she was about to urge Byron to go back with her to secretly deal with Frees Woodville and teach them a lesson.
Byron quickly wrapped his arms around his sister's slender waist and soothed her chest as if comforting a child, "Sister, calm down. Why bother with such an insignificant person who's no better than a minnow? Frees is Edward IV's 'The King's Right Hand' and will surely be on the battlefield. Let's see if he survives the clutches of the Kingmaker, Warwick, first. Moreover, Succubus Teris has infiltrated the social scene. She is even more invested than we are in completing her Fifth Order Promotion Ceremony. Killing him secretly would just take a word from us; we could act anyti."
Catherine's mood eased a bit, and she looked at Byron, puzzled, "You an to let them et their own doom? That doesn't sound like your style."
Byron shook his head decisively, "No, no, no. I an, the Woodville Family has twelve siblings in this generation, spread throughout the Kingdom. Killing them one by one is too botherso and could alert the others. Once we capture Old Woodville, the father of Elizabeth and Frees, we'll treat him to a dose of Black Sorcery... a 'Bloodline Curse.' Only by cleansing from the source downward can we ensure that not a single one escapes."
Upon hearing this, Catherine also paused montarily. She felt Byron had so inexplicable fixation on things being "neat and tidy," insisting on it even at the expense of other concerns, and she mourned silently for three seconds for the Woodville Family.
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