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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1054

As Kort gulped loudly, clearly terrified by what he had just witnessed, Christopher let out a chuckle before saying,

“So, are you still worried about those two?”

“N-not at all! You’re definitely the most powerful person in the world! With you clearly being undefeatable, we can

avenge your two grandsons! I’ll escort you off the mountain!” said Kort excitedly.

“Haha! Still, you honestly didn’t have to come looking for me all the way up here. After all, I was going to leave the

mountain before long anyway,” replied Christopher with a smile.

Hearing that, Kort seemed to remember something.

“…Now that I think about it, right before you went into seclusion twenty years ago, I remember you telling me that

you wanted to make preparations for the pledge of the holy water… I also recall that the pledge is held once every

thirty years… From what I can tell, that day is swiftly approaching! Since you seem to have gained the title of great

master for at least ten years by now—judging from your strength—you can definitely represent our family to join

the pledge!”

“You remember correctly. You know, my father died when he was participating in a pledge of the holy water. On the

day that happened, I swore to myself that I’d one day arrive at the realm of legends and undergo the pledge of the

holy water before I died,” replied Christopher as he reminisced.

“Speaking of the pledge of the holy water, I remember you showing me a picture of Warhill Mountain back before

you entered seclusion. I saw it again yesterday at the Crawford family mansion. Apparently, the Crawford

grandfather and grandson wish to solve the mystery behind the Sun League!” said Kort.

“Haha! Do they, now? They can certainly try! After all, nobody’s been able to unravel the mysteries behind the Sun

League for almost a thousand years by now! The league itself almost feels imaginary, and at this point, I think it

wouldn’t be far-fetched to say that there’s some cursed law that prevents anyone from ever finding them! Despite

my dad being so powerful back then and even going so far as to devote much of his life to solving the mystery

behind that group, in the end, he still failed to do so! I must say that Daryl truly is overestimating his abilities now…”

replied Christopher as he laughed loudly.

“However, according to a clue that great grandfather had left back then, the pledge of the holy water is closely

linked with the Sun League…”

“Indeed it is. I had a chat with my father in a secret room before he passed away that year. He told me that those

who gained the status of great master would be granted tokens of the holy water that would be used for the

pledge. My dad himself had doubted that the Sun League was the true provider of the holy water which, according

to rumors, granted one immortality! To prove his point, he headed out to solve the secrets behind the Sun League.

However, when he finally returned, he was a shadow of his former self. It was as though he had lost all his wits, and

he remained silent most of the time. Less than a month later, he passed away, leaving behind only a map of Warhill

Mountain that he brought back with him!” replied Christopher in a melancholic tone.

“If that’s the case, then you’d better not go, uncle… After all, the Moldell family can’t lose you! I mean… You know,

just in case any accidents happen to you… Once you’re gone, the Moldell family members will be sitting ducks!”

said Kort, evidently worried.

“Haha! Life and death are ruled by fate! What more, I’ve already worked so hard for so many years just to

participate in the pledge of the holy water… I can’t just give up now! Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of all the Moldell

family’s obstacles before I leave. Regardless, the sun is barely even up yet and you look exhausted… Go get some

rest first,” said Christopher as he smiled subtly.

“Thank you, uncle!”

Back in the Crawford Manor, Gerald was currently meditating on the floor of his room while simultaneously

practicing his breathing method.

During the previous day, Gerald’s grandfather had called any relevant Crawfords over into the manor’s secret

room. Once inside, he asked them to try comprehending the Crawford family’s heirloom, the picture of the sun.

After seeing that nobody was able to gather anything from the picture, Gerald tried deciphering the picture’s

deeper meaning as well.

While he did manage to decipher a few things, it was only a few techniques he could use to exert his power of the

blessings of the dragon.

Back in the present, Lyra herself was fast asleep on her bed. Due to how exhausted she had been, she had turned

in early.

Both Gerald and her were in the same room since his grandfather already treated her like his granddaughter-in-

law, similar to Gerald’s parents and sister. Knowing that they had to share a room no matter what, Gerald simply

opted to remain on the floor.

Turning to look at her, Gerald was surprised to see Lyra shaking her head in her sleep.

“…Hmm?”

As he went over to check on her, he could see that she was also sweating profusely.

Realizing that she must be having a bad dream, Gerald smiled bitterly as he asked, “A nightmare…?”

Just as he was about to cover her with a blanket, he heard her nervously say, “…Who… who are you…?”

Surprised, Gerald turned to look at her, only to find that her eyes were still shut tight. Even though she was just

sleep talking, her voice seemed utterly terrified. What could she be dreaming about…?