Ashen Dragon-Chapter 663 - 76 The Invitation from the Sivier Family_2

Chapter 663: Chapter 76: The Invitation from the Sivier Family_2

Chapter 663 -76: The Invitation from the Sivier Family_2

“Now, hurry to Victoria Port and complete the mission father entrusted to you.”

Hilowiz pondered for a moment, then added: “Also… inform the members of our family’s caravan.

This is the Hermit, our Sivier family’s most distinguished guest; treat him with the utmost courtesy and never neglect him.”

“Yes, Miss.”

Marvin replied respectfully, then turned and left to begin instructing his subordinates.

Within the carriage, this mysterious Hermit and Hilowiz also began a conversation that seemed quite bizarre to onlookers.

“Which is the most powerful country on the continent now, still the Fadlan Kingdom?”

“Um… It should be the Kingdom of Cassandra, but in a sense, it’s a split-off from the once-ruling Empire of Fadlan.”

“Does the Silver Moon Bay Alliance still exist?”

“Of course, but now it is called the Free Trade Federation, with its most powerful city-state being Victoria Port, which inherited part of Taer Port’s legacy and is managed by four Dukes, including my father…”

The Hermit who had awakened from his slumber asked only about the most basic common knowledge known to all on the continent.

He would occasionally mention the power distribution within Victoria Port, the political structure, but not involving the secrets of the Sivier family; Hilowiz answered them all with patience.

Indeed, Cassius was also learning about the basic situation on Fianso Continent through the Sivier family’s young lady.

After all, the memories of his past life were somewhat vague, and he was unclear about the butterfly effects his actions might cause.

With the Hermit settled in, the journey was exceptionally smooth.

During the several tens of miles of travel, the caravan encountered ambushes from cultists, but these pitiful fellows were often struck by Lightning from the sky before they could get close, turning into charred corpses. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

And the caravan guards, including Marvin, could not help but marvel, finally letting down their guard around the mysterious Hermit, experiencing firsthand the benefits of having a powerful Spellcaster in the team.

The Sun had not yet set, and the caravan was already traveling on a broad stone road, about to reach its destination.

The Hermit lifted the carriage’s curtain, looking at the emerging city outline in the distance, gazing at the towering city towers and steeples, and asked in a low voice: “Is that Victoria Port?

It looks quite good, hardly inferior to the once-great Taer Port.”

Hilowiz also looked at the familiar city walls and the fluttering Golden Sparrow Flower banners, responding with some pride: “Yes, Mr. Hermit, that is Victoria Port.

The pearl of the West Coast, the center of maritime trade in Silver Moon Bay, a hotbed of schemers, and also… the territory of our Sivier family.”

Under the sunlight, Hilowiz’s violet pupils reflected a beautiful halo.

…

Victoria Port is primarily divided into the Upper and Lower Districts, a distinction evident when Queen Victoria founded the city. Hundreds of years later, these two districts have become completely separated.

The Upper District is home to Nobles, clergy, and other high-ranking individuals. The Lower District is teeming with all sorts, from Commoners, Thieves to gang members, harboring numerous dark secrets.

The two districts are connected by the Tark Suspension Bridge, frequently traversed by caravans and religious orders, with Mercenary guards from the “Secret Silver Hand” stationed at the checkpoint.

The Upper District’s terrain is relatively high, comprised of the Honor District, Temple District, and Victoria Radiant District, with numerous religious buildings and luxurious mansions where Nobles reside.

The largest Wojin Goddess Temple on Fianso Continent – the Tower of Wealth, as well as the Miracle Hall of the God of Craftsmanship, Gund, are both located in the Temple District.

And in the northwest of the Honor District lies a majestic and grandiose castle, its metal gates intricately carved with the delicate Golden Sparrow Flower Badge, surrounded by hundreds of well-equipped “Secret Silver Hand” mercenaries.

— This is the renowned “Golden Sparrow” Sivier Castle, a heritage of the Sivier family that has been passed down for more than two hundred years.

At the very top of the castle, Duke Aiden Sivier is seated in the main seat within the Golden Sparrow Hall, symbolizing the family’s power.

He appears to be in his forties, dressed in meticulously tailored Noble robes, with neatly trimmed mustache beards — and his pupils are the same violet inherent to the direct Sivier lineage.

When the ancestors of the Sivier family were still fishermen, he often faced bullying because of this strange eye color, yet hundreds of years later, this violet eye became a symbol of noble blood.

Standing before him was the eldest daughter of the Sivier family, Hilowiz Sivier, who had just returned from Grey Port.

Upon hearing his eldest daughter’s report, Duke Aiden could not help but stand up from his seat and pace back and forth beside the window.

He hurried to Hilowiz’s side, speaking with considerable excitement.

“Hilowiz, the Hermit gentleman you mentioned—he really slept for hundreds of years?”

Hilowiz nodded: “Father, if what Mr. Hermit said is true, it should be so.

He even hadn’t heard of Victoria Port, in his memories, Taer Port had not yet sunk into the sea, and Fadlan was just a Kingdom…”

Duke Aiden nodded repeatedly, turning back and staring at the painting on the wall, sighing:

“To be able to sleep for hundreds of years, the Long-Lived Race… even across the entire Fianso Continent, they must be exceedingly rare.”

He turned his head again, gazing into Hilowiz’s eyes, and asked: “Hilowiz, do you have any guesses about the identity of this Hermit?”