chsdbacks Chapter 6: The Temptation of Money and Unwavering Will
Chapter 6: The Temptation of Money and Unwavering Will
The noble mansions on Crescent Street in the Upper District.
The mansion occupies a large area and is a detached three-story house with a small garden and backyard.
The interior was luxuriously decorated, with many exquisite gold and silver ornaments hanging on the walls, and the sounds of fierce fighting could be heard from the master bedroom.
The men's angry growls and the women's painful pleas didn't cease until midnight.
Lying on the bed, Isaac's eyes were vacant. He had been deceived; there was no Siamese cat in the mansion that could do somersaults. He was furious and taught Ms. Rachel a harsh lesson by knocking her unconscious.
In the dim candlelight, gazing at the other's beautiful curves that were faintly visible, Isaac thoughtfully covered her with a blanket. She had already learned her lesson and her anger had subsided.
Isaac, who was not sleepy at all, got up and walked to a glass mirror. The golden vertical lines on his forehead opened, revealing a golden eye shaped like the sun.
Jin Tong stared intently at his reflection in the mirror and saw some semi-illusory words.
[Name] Isaac Simonster
[Age] 30
[Ethnicity] Shahramon/Descendants of the Ancient Gods
[Class] Blood Warrior
[Background] Blacksmith
[Faith] Sun God - Amaunator
[Faction] Order Neutral
[Core Attributes] ————
Strength 17 (Muscles, Weightlifting, Melee)
Agility 14 (Flexibility, coordination)
Constitution 17 (Vitality, Health, Toxin/Disease Resistance)
Intelligence 11 (Memory, Logic, Arcane Casting)
Perception 13 (Insight, Intuition)
Charisma 12 (Persuasiveness, Aura)
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
【Special Skills】
"Tides of Movement" pushes the body's potential to its limits, unleashing greater speed and power, doubling stamina consumption, and lasting for 5-6 seconds.
'Solar Bloodline': Your body's bloodline is infused with the energy of the Solar Disc, granting you resistance to fire, eclipse, and radiance damage, increased resistance to toxins/diseases, and enhanced recovery.
The "Divine Descendant Golden Eyes" skill consumes a large amount of stamina to open a third eye, gaining dark vision of 120 feet, greatly enhancing perception, and enabling the user to see through illusory spells and identify basic information about items.
The "Bloodline Rampage" combat will make your body's interior scorching hot. As the temperature rises, your physical attributes will also increase. When your body temperature exceeds the limit, it will put a great strain on your body.
【技能熟练】武器掌握+6、护甲掌握+4、运动+7、锻造+6、生存+5、威吓+5
[Language] Common Mainland Language, Nomadic Dialects
(Ps: The average human's attributes are around 10 points, and each attribute point has a growth rate of 1.3 times.)
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"Is this the divinely bestowed ability of golden eyes—to transcribe information into text?"
Isaac muttered to himself as he approached the bedside and stared at the sleeping noblewoman.
[Name] Tessa Rachel
[Age] 24
[Ethnicity] Shahramon/Descendants of the Ancient Gods
【Profession】???
[Background] Nobles
[Faith] Sun God - Amannata
【camp】???
[Core Attributes] ————
Strength 10
Agility 10
'Constitution' 12
Intelligence: 15
Perception 11
"Charm" 17
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
[Special Skill] ? ? ?
[Language] Common language, ? ? ?
……
Forehead...
It seems that the divinely bestowed golden eyes are not omnipotent; they can only detect general information, which is obtained through communication on the carriage.
Isaac closed the golden eye between his eyebrows, having gained a basic understanding of its abilities.
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For the next three days, Isaac was treated like a juicer, never leaving the mansion, with his food and drink served by the maids.
Through communication, Isaac developed a certain emotional foundation with Tessa. After learning about her identity and situation, Isaac was somewhat surprised.
She was a widow, Rachel was her husband's surname, and her family had great influence in the city hall. Her father was a minister in the Senate.
"Isaac, do you know how happy I've been these past few days?"
"My father arranged a political marriage for me to marry a bedridden old man. He was just a War Soul Descendant. He said that marrying an Ancient God Descendant would bring Amanata's blessing and help him recover his health."
"But he died less than three days after I married him, which allowed me to inherit a portion of his wealth, while the rest was divided among his family members."
Tessa nestled in Isaac's arms, licking his strong chest like a kitten.
"If this gets out, won't it affect your or the Rachel family's reputation?"
Isaac stroked her smooth back. From the perspective of solar law and morality, he was the one at fault, but what was done was done, and without his knowledge, and it was all too late.
"Don't worry, the Rachel family has a terrible reputation to begin with, I don't care what they think. With my father around, they can't do anything to me."
"Isaac, would you be willing to be my personal bodyguard?"
"This is my private residence. In addition to three residences, I also own seven or eight private shops in the Upper Town. If you are willing, I can give you one of the houses and one of the shops, in addition to money."
These words left Isaac speechless. As a long-time resident of Shahramun, he was able to estimate the approximate value of the mansion and shops.
Anyway, it's a four or five-figure sum of gold coins. Isaac has never seen so much money in his entire life, or even if you add up all the money in his past lives.
Tessa, who was pressed against his chest, could hear his heartbeat had become much faster, pounding loudly, which made her involuntarily smile.
Only those with desires and ambitions can control the other person and make them their devoted subjects.
But Isaac's answer surprised her.
"I'm sorry! As the son of the sun, I cannot be your protector! I am willing to protect you, but not as a protector."
Is it that Isaac doesn't want to be a kept man?
No! He would rather die than have such superficial wealth; he would much rather elevate his social status than depend on a wealthy woman.
After all, people can run away and trees can fall. Isaac didn't want to be taken advantage of and kicked out of the house when he was old and frail.
Tessa was clearly angry and bit him hard, leaving two neat rows of teeth marks and saliva.
"Are you going to go back to being that lousy blacksmith? What future do you have there?"
"You'd be better off staying by my side; I'll treat you well."
Isaac pushed her away, got up and dressed, his expression resolute:
"I'm a blacksmith now, but I won't be a blacksmith forever!"
"I am the Son of the Sun, chosen by the supreme Amannata, and I will never betray the gods' trust in me."
"One day, I will become one of the most powerful people in Shahramun."
Isaac's confident demeanor made Tessa's gaze turn into one of longing, shifting from that of someone looking at a mating mate to someone looking at a real man.
Few people can resist temptation and desire.
"Alright, I won't force you anymore. Don't leave, stay for two more days."
Tessa climbed onto Isaac's back, her smooth thighs wrapping around him.
"My blacksmith shop has been holding up orders for several days. I need to go back and finish forging the weapons to deliver to my customers. This is a basic requirement for a businessman."
"You clingy little kitten, I'll show you what I'm capable of next time we meet."
Isaac simply tossed her onto the soft bedding, dressed her in a white robe, packed his belongings, and left the room, including the 100 gold coins he had won as a prize for the duel.
Tessa, lying on the bed, smiled as she watched his retreating figure.
"Do you think you can break free from me?! I will gradually show you the power of authority, and submission to me will be your destiny!"