My cousin is becoming a legend.

Chapter 19 1 years

Lynn stood there, whip in hand.

Brown Narell's cold, hyena-like gaze was fixed on Lynn, seemingly observing his attitude.

Lynn knew that in order to survive, he had to obey Brown's orders.

But Lucas was, after all, his benefactor.

Although he almost forced himself to join the Restoration Society, his rapid progress was entirely due to the resources Lucas provided him.

Lynn was struggling internally.

"...Lynn, do it. I won't blame you."

Lucas, bound to the cross, raised his head and gave an ugly smile.

Although his appearance was filthy, his eyes remained clear.

"I didn't betray you; there was a traitor within the organization."

At this point, Lucas's expression showed some regret and sorrow.

"I should have realized he was one of Nareel's men long ago. Due to my negligence, all my comrades are dead. I'm sorry, Lynn, I couldn't get you to Sirnus."

Lynn took a deep breath, her heart heavy.

Finally, Brown Nareel couldn't help but urge, "Lynn, what are you still hesitating about? Are you really serious about joining the Restoration Society?"

Lynn shook his head heavily: "Of course not, Your Excellency."

"Then start, and don't stop until I say stop."

Brown Narell's tone was sinister.

Lynn raised his whip.

Time has never seemed to pass so slowly.

Lynn only stopped when Brown gave the order.

Lucas is dying; he's barely clinging to life.

Brown Narell smiled and put his arm around Lynn's shoulder.

"That's right. Lynn, if you want to become strong, you have to learn to assess the situation. Don't think about the Iportu people anymore; it's just a name, nothing more."

Brown Narell pointed to the flags hanging from the ceiling.

"Look, these flags were once the military banners of my ancestors. They changed countless times, but they always bore the emblem of my Narell family. Lynn, do you know what I'm about to tell you?"

Lynn shook her head.

Brown Nareel laughed proudly, "Let me tell you, neither Sirnus nor Umar are merely passersby. This land will always belong to my Nareel family. Why? Because of strength! With strength, everything can be held in our hands! With strength, everything else is just empty talk!"

Brown Narell's eyes were somewhat fanatical.

"So I need you to concoct medicine for me! Lynn, you're a genius at alchemy! As long as you help me concoct medicine, you can have any money, power, or women you want! I can even take you to the interior of the kingdom to become nobles together!"

Lynn swallowed hard.

I see. He should have realized it sooner.

This guy already knows that he's a genius alchemist.

What a fortune in misfortune.

If he only knew that he was a member of the Restoration Society, he would have been hanging in the city by now.

Lynn wanted to agree.

In any case, surviving is the most important thing.

But Lucas, who had been weak, suddenly regained some strength and struggled to say:

"Lynn, don't listen to his nonsense! You absolutely cannot let this devil who betrayed his own people become stronger!"

Brown Narell's face darkened, and he raised his stick and smacked Lucas in the mouth.

Teeth flew everywhere, blood splattered.

Painful cries echoed once more.

Brown scoffed, "It's because of idiots like you that the world is in such chaos. Betraying one's own people? Don't be ridiculous! If Siernus really does return one day, I'll still be praised by the kingdom!"

Those royal scumbags will fawn over anyone who pays their taxes! But you, you bunch of fools who don't know what you're fighting for, will receive neither insult nor praise, you will be remembered by anyone!

Lynn clenched his fist silently.

He did not agree with what Brown Narell said.

Because he knew that such a world truly existed.

Lucas lowered his head.

Life seems to be gradually leaving this body.

He murmured in a barely audible voice.

"It doesn't matter whether we're remembered or not, our ideals are beyond the comprehension of a pest like you..."

The people of Iportu... will eventually reclaim their land and backbone... even if... it takes a thousand years...

"Ha, a thousand years?"

Brown Narell's face turned ashen.

He picked up a long spear from the shelf, handed it to Lynn, and said hatefully, "Lynn, if you want to join me, go kill him!"

Lynn took the spear, looked at Lucas with his head bowed, and said silently:

"My lord, he is dead."

Brown Nareel's face darkened. "Lynn! Do you intend to disobey my orders?"

Lynn took a deep breath, lowered his gun, and saluted with one hand.

"My lord, I am willing to become your alchemist. You need not test me any further. Please give me the task as soon as possible."

Brown's eyes held a mixture of emotions.

But in the end, he smiled.

"Lynn, I'm glad you made the right decision. But the alchemy task can wait. I've decided that you and your family will live in the city from now on. Go settle your family in first, and I'll take you to meet your colleagues tomorrow."

Lynn knew Brown was reminding him that his family was still in his hands.

"Yes, I am extremely grateful for your kindness, Baron."

Brown Narell nodded grimly.

Lynn was escorted out of the castle by the guards.

Outside the castle, the carriage belonging to my uncle's family had disappeared.

The guards brought Lynn a fine carriage.

"Lord Lynn, please get in the car. I will take you to the manor that the Baron has bestowed upon you. Your family is all there."

Lynn nodded and stepped into the carriage.

The carriage moved slowly.

Lynn felt incredibly heavy-hearted.

Through the details of the conversation, he understood many things.

This cunning fellow secretly kept a group of alchemists.

He did not trust the priests of the Nansha Church.

The reason he values ​​himself so much is probably because the alchemists he employs are mediocre and unable to concoct the potion that would allow him to condense his tenth star.

It seems that Narell is safe for the time being.

Although this bastard has no principles, at least he respects knowledge.

Alchemists are strictly forbidden in the Kingdom of Uma.

All potential alchemists will be recruited into the South Sand Church and trained as priests.

If one day he had to choose between the church and himself, would he choose to protect himself?

Absolutely not.

Moreover, Lynn's disgust for Baron Nareel had reached its peak at this point, and he would absolutely not entrust his fate to such scum.

And so, a plan was born in Lynn's mind.

Of course he would help Brown Narrell concoct potions.

With just the skills of divine assistance and the "third time's the charm" ability, Lynn can now concoct the potion that Brown Narell needs.

But he must not reveal this information.

He needs to grow up gradually and in a reasonable way.

Gradually gain his trust, slowly take control of the entire alchemy workshop, and secretly become stronger.

Finally, kill Brown Narell.