BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 1366
Chapter 806
Tony suggested, "How about I treat you to a feast at Stardust Hotel? I'm a VIP member there. Just one call, and they'll have the
table ready for us."
Seeing how eager Tony was to treat him to dinner, Matthew readily agreed, "Alright. Go ahead and make the call."
Tony reached for his pocket, then his expression turned awkward. "I don't think I have my phone."
Matthew chuckled. "No worries."
Chapter 1366 The Supreme God in Her Heart
Right before leaving Light Keep, Varryn secretly confided in Robin about Hacyon.
For years, the Seaborns had carried the duty of restoring the Lightborn Sect to help the people of the Netheris Domain. But
Hacyon had no idea about any of it.
When she was just three, she was forcibly taken away by the Ninth Syndicate.
They claimed she was accepted as a closed–door disciple. But in truth, she was held captive by the Dark Syndicate.
Since that age, she’d been locked inside the Soulforge Tower, forced to follow the beliefs and teachings of the Dark Syndicate.
That intensified brainwashing went on for ten years.
After being brainwashed for ten years, the Dark Syndicate had become everything to her.
She had been deeply influenced and looked up to the High Pontiff with unwavering respect.
The High Pontiff constantly preached that the syndicate was above all else.
The Dark Syndicate held control over the Netheris Domain.
Only a strong and united syndicate could guarantee Netheris‘ place at the top.
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That way, the people of Netheris would willingly train hard, suffer poverty and go hungry in hopes of being reborn as someone
important.
Under the rule of the Dark Syndicate, citizens gave everything they had without complaint.
They would die for the nation without thinking twice.
Even more, they would sacrifice their youth and entire lives for the sake of the syndicate’s future.
And once they grew old, they would hand over their children to continue the cycle.
One generation after another, people continued to serve the syndicate without asking for anything in
return.
Decades later, the people of Netheris Domain, exhausted and confused, found themselves in awe of the Dark Syndicate’s rise to
power.
The Dark Syndicate’s long–held strategy of keeping the people uninformed and strengthening their faith had quickly made them
the dominant force in the Netheris Domain. In time, the domain had built a powerful structure.
The leaders of the Dark Syndicate grew increasingly wealthy, while the common folk became more humble, accepting their
struggles.
Generations of people in Netheris lived with constant self–blame, feeling they hadn’t worked hard enough or repented enough.
Even on their deathbeds, they urged their families to endure hardship, avoid comfort and believe that onl by suffering could they
achieve greatness in their next life.
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They were convinced that their current poverty and suffering were the results of insufficient effort or repentance in past lives.
Hacyon spent ten years locked away in the Soulforge Tower, absorbing teachings day after day.
She saw the growth of Netheris Domain under the Dark Syndicate’s guidance and came to regard the High Pontiff as a god in
her heart.
With unwavering faith, she rejected, even despised, the principles of the Lightborn Sect, which emphasized freedom by birth and
the people’s power.
She also held resentment toward the Seaborns for once supporting the Lightborn Sect.
Deep down, she blamed Varryn for making her work harder than others.
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While others from more privileged backgrounds had become bishops years ago, she had to struggle ten times more to become a
priestess in the Ninth Syndicate.
She blamed Varryn for all the injustices she suffered.
Whenever she returned to Mount Zhisall, she wanted to take her younger brother away, fearing he would be ruined by staying
with Varryn.
After speaking to Robin, Varryn made it clear that Robin shouldn’t reveal his identity to Hacyon.
After ten years of intense indoctrination, Hacyon was firmly committed to the Dark Syndicate’s beliefs. Those teachings had
deeply rooted in her mind.
The first light of day filtered into the Light Keep on Mount Zhisall.
Holding Arthur’s hand, Hacyon walked up to Varryn.
“Dad, I’m taking Arthur to the Ninth Syndicate to expand his horizons. If he stays with you, he’ll only become ignorant and
unskilled.
“He’s at the age where he should be dedicating himself to the syndicate. Staying here with you will just make him as
unremarkable as you.”
Arthur nervously glanced at Varryn’s unchanging expression and tugged at Hacyon’s sleeve. “Hacyon, why are you saying that?
“You’ve been back for a week, and all I’ve heard about is how terrible Crownward Syndicate is!
“They’re deceiving everyone!”
“Shut up!” Hacyon smacked his head. “Don’t talk like that!
“The Pontiff says that the syndicate’s actions are for the benefit of the people of Netheris Domain
“Only by enduring hardship, poverty, and hunger in this life can you become someone of value in thei
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Arthur frowned, thinking hard for a moment. “Hacyon, I don’t think this helps the people–it sounds like a lie.”
“Shut up!” Hacyon angrily tapped his forehead. “That kind of thinking is dangerous. I’m warning you–don’t say things like that
when we’re out!
“Dad, look at what you’ve taught Arthur!”
Varryn smiled faintly but said nothing.
Hacyon shook her head in displeasure and looked at him with contempt.
“Let’s go. And you two–remember this!” She shot a scornful glance at Robin and Daphne. “If you say anything wrong, I won’t
hold back!”
With that, she stormed out of the Light Keep.
Robin exchanged a brief smile with Varryn before leaving with Daphne.
The four of them mounted a flying exotic beast and headed toward Mount Netheris in the north.
They traveled in silence, passing through three allied kingdoms and five castles before reaching the outskirts of Mount Netheris.
They stopped at Mount Netheris Castle and rested at a waystation to replenish their supplies.
Tomorrow was the annual Martial Arts Tournament held on July 15th.
Promising youths from each syndicate across Netheris were arriving one after another.
Even the headquarters of the Dark Syndicate, led by the High Pontiff, had sent a powerful young talent ranked as a Warlord.
Rumors swirled that he was expected to become the next High Priest.
The Martial Arts Tournament at Mount Netheris had been held for 30 years.
Each year, an unexpected challenger would often take the spotlight.
It was one of the few chances where the younger generation could rise quickly through the ranks.
Late at night, Robin sat alone in his room, going over the strange incidents that took place in Draconia two decades ago.
Little by little, many mysteries began to clear.
As he pieced everything together, the truth became clearer.
“Show yourself,” Robin said coldly, eyes fixed on the window.
Hacyon stepped inside, her gaze sharp, her presence intense.
“Why are you trying to get close to my father?” she demanded. “What are you after?
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Tony motioned to the yard. "Why don't we head inside and have a glass of water?"
Matthew was speechless. What about the baked cod, the salmon filet, or the feast at Stardust Hotel? Talk about a downgrade-he
was now only left with water.
Good thing he wasn't here for the food, so he replied with a smile, "Sure. Water will do."
Matthew's goal was to acquire Vital Restorative Remedies and Octolith. Finding a quiet place to sit and talk was all he needed.
Tony smiled again as he led the way. "Follow me in, but watch your step. The path is pretty narrow."
Even he felt a little embarrassed since the yard was in a total mess. The path he stepped on was all cardboard boxes and
whatever else was lying around. It was uneven and tricky to walk on.
Tony never expected that going a bit crazy would leave this place looking like this.
Matthew trailed behind Tony to the main door, watching as Tony stood there and raised a hand to place it on the door handle.
With just a slight push, he could have opened it.
But Tony just wouldn't open the door. Even with his hand on the door, he just stood still right there.
Matthew was baffled. "Why aren't you opening the door?"
Tony was reluctant. "It's not that I don't want to open the door. I'm just worried that there's nowhere safe to even stand inside."
He couldn't remember a single thing from the time he had lost it, but the state of the yard was clear to him. This place was worse
than a landfill, not a place anyone would live in.
Matthew kept quiet. He was just as worried that opening the door would uncover a room full of garbage.
Tony hesitated for a while before muttering to himself, "A little shame won't hurt. It's just this once."
With that, he creaked the door open.
ine
A shrill, screeching sound came
from the hinges as they turned like
nails on a chalkboard. The noise made everyone's skin crawl.
As the door opened, everything inside was in plain view. The place was scattered with paper-newspapers, notebooks, and loads
of cardboard boxes.
Besides that, discarded pens were everywhere-chalk pieces, pencil ends, and plenty of ballpoint pens.
Tony was stunned at the sight, not expecting things to look this way.
Matthew was a little startled as well. After stepping inside, he picked up a random piece of cardboard and saw it was covered in
writing.
"What tests are required for a brain hemorrhage? Which one comes first?
"At what point is a delayed period no longer diagnosed as just being late?"
The texts all turned out to be examination questions.
Picking up another newspaper, Matthew noticed handwritten notes in blue ink over the black printed words. They were all
questions for the traditional medicine
Amazed, Matthew turned to Tony and remarked, "Y-You're really committed to getting your license to practice medicine."
Tony leaned down to pick up a workbook and noticed it was labeled "Grade 3, Class 2" with Dave Ritter's name on it.
With his dirty hands, he gently
flipped through a couple of pages that
and saw that the back of the
Pet
workbook was filled with notes on traditional medicine exams. Then, he
began stacking up the old
workbooks one at a time.
After counting, Tony realized he had gone through more than 300 elementary workbooks, along with newspapers, cardboard,
and various old books.
As Tony counted them one by one, his hands started to tremble as tears rolled down his cheeks, dripping onto an old newspaper
filled with traditional medicine.
His voice choked up. "I-I'm a doctor. I've spent my life treating people and saving lives: I have no family, no kids, and nothing to
look forward to. I just want to be a doctor forever. Why can't I keep practicing medicine just because I'm old? Why not? I'm willing
to treat people for free if needed. Why won't they let me practice medicine?"
Tony suggested, "How about I treat you to a feast at Stardust Hotel? I'm a VIP member there. Just one call, and they'll have the
table ready for us."
Seeing how eager Tony was to treat him to dinner, Matthew readily agreed, "Alright. Go ahead and make the call."
Tony reached for his pocket, then his expression turned awkward. "I don't think I have my phone."
Matthew chuckled. "No worries."
Tony motioned to the yard. "Why don't we head inside and have a glass of water?"
Matthew was speechless. What about the baked cod, the salmon filet, or the feast at Stardust Hotel? Talk about a downgrade-he
was now only left with water.
Good thing he wasn't here for the food, so he replied with a smile, "Sure. Water will do."
Matthew's goal was to acquire Vital Restorative Remedies and Octolith. Finding a quiet place to sit and talk was all he needed.
Tony smiled again as he led the way. "Follow me in, but watch your step. The path is pretty narrow."
Even he felt a little embarrassed since the yard was in a total mess. The path he stepped on was all cardboard boxes and
whatever else was lying around. It was uneven and tricky to walk on.
Tony never expected that going a bit crazy would leave this place looking like this.
Matthew trailed behind Tony to the main door, watching as Tony stood there and raised a hand to place it on the door handle.
With just a slight push, he could have opened it.
But Tony just wouldn't open the door. Even with his hand on the door, he just stood still right there.
Matthew was baffled. "Why aren't you opening the door?"
Tony was reluctant. "It's not that I don't want to open the door. I'm just worried that there's nowhere safe to even stand inside."
He couldn't remember a single thing from the time he had lost it, but the state of the yard was clear to him. This place was worse
than a landfill, not a place anyone would live in.
Matthew kept quiet. He was just as worried that opening the door would uncover a room full of garbage.
Tony hesitated for a while before muttering to himself, "A little shame won't hurt. It's just this once."
With that, he creaked the door open.
ine
A shrill, screeching sound came
from the hinges as they turned like
nails on a chalkboard. The noise made everyone's skin crawl.
As the door opened, everything inside was in plain view. The place was scattered with paper-newspapers, notebooks, and loads
of cardboard boxes.
Besides that, discarded pens were everywhere-chalk pieces, pencil ends, and plenty of ballpoint pens.
Tony was stunned at the sight, not expecting things to look this way.
Matthew was a little startled as well. After stepping inside, he picked up a random piece of cardboard and saw it was covered in
writing.
"What tests are required for a brain hemorrhage? Which one comes first?
"At what point is a delayed period no longer diagnosed as just being late?"
The texts all turned out to be examination questions.
Picking up another newspaper, Matthew noticed handwritten notes in blue ink over the black printed words. They were all
questions for the traditional medicine
exam.
Amazed, Matthew turned to Tony and remarked, "Y-You're really committed to getting your license to practice medicine."
Tony leaned down to pick up a workbook and noticed it was labeled "Grade 3, Class 2" with Dave Ritter's name on it.
With his dirty hands, he gently
flipped through a couple of pages that
and saw that the back of the
Pet
workbook was filled with notes on traditional medicine exams. Then, he
began stacking up the old
workbooks one at a time.
After counting, Tony realized he had gone through more than 300 elementary workbooks, along with newspapers, cardboard,
and various old books.
As Tony counted them one by one, his hands started to tremble as tears rolled down his cheeks, dripping onto an old newspaper
filled with traditional medicine.
His voice choked up. "I-I'm a doctor. I've spent my life treating people and saving lives: I have no family, no kids, and nothing to
look forward to. I just want to be a doctor forever. Why can't I keep practicing medicine just because I'm old? Why not? I'm willing
to treat people for free if needed. Why won't they let me practice medicine?"