Vol. 6 Ch. 106

This time, Leon’s party set their sights on visiting the Golden Thunder Clan.

According to the intel in Vida’s notebook, there were two prevailing theories about the Golden Thunder Clan:

One said they were a branch of the Thunder Elves, and that long ago, irreconcilable differences arose between their tribal leader and the Thunder Elf patriarch, leading them to part ways centuries ago. The leader left the main clan and established the Golden Thunder Clan in this remote region.

The second theory was more far-fetched: it claimed that the Golden Thunder Clan were the direct descendants of the primordial god Zeus, and the only remaining race in the world that still worshipped him.

If the second theory were true, the Golden Thunder Clan should’ve been the first place Leon and his group visited.

But therein lay the problem:

Vida’s notebook was full of these kinds of mystical-sounding claims.

In fact, the so-called “descendants of Zeus” wasn’t even the most outrageous. Compared to other entries in the notebook, it was almost tame.

There were things like: “Zeus’s bloodline legacy,” “fragments of minor races spawned by Zeus’s sons,” “races born after Zeus’s wife remarried,” and so on.

Setting aside the question of whether Zeus even had a wife. If she did, and remarried, and still gave birth to an entire race?

That’d make her more fertile than a certain dragon couple. It was ridiculous!

One thing was clear—Father-in-law had truly gathered a mountain of information over the years.

As for how truthful that intel was… well, that would have to be tested firsthand.

So far, nearly every tribe with this kind of hyped-up backstory could be summed up in two words:

Complete bullshit.

Still, if it was written in Vida’s notebook, Leon and the others couldn’t skip it.

So after all the exaggerated origin stories they’d heard, the idea of “Zeus’s descendants” didn’t excite Leon or Rosvisser all that much.

They arrived at the Golden Thunder Clan with a very chill, “Let’s just see what happens” mindset.

The place was far from the bustling centers of Samael’s continent, and distant from war or conflict.

In fact, it looked like a perfect spot to retire.

When they arrived at the entrance to the clan’s territory, a few guards stepped forward and blocked their way.

“May I ask what business you have with the Golden Thunder Clan?”

“Ah, it’s like this—”

Leon stepped up and explained:

“My wife and I are planning to write a biography, recording the cultures and customs of the various clans across Samael.

We’ve already visited many places, and today we’ve come here hoping to learn more about your people, so we can include it in our draft.”

Aside from tips for not getting lost, Vida’s notebook also contained intermediate-level intelligence about the Thunder Core.

One key takeaway was that if you wanted to find out whether a clan possessed a core,

you couldn’t just walk in and ask directly.

Doing so might immediately mark you as a threat—or even a spy.

According to Vida, getting your hands on a spirit core generally involved the following steps:

Fake your identity, investigate discreetly, wait for the right moment, and then make your move.

And the most important part — waiting for the right moment.

Just like how the Void Realm’s invasion during the Fire Spirit Trial provided the perfect opportunity.

If the Void warriors hadn’t attacked, the Fire Spirit Divine Stallion Clan wouldn’t have realized danger was near, and wouldn’t have handed over the Fire Spirit Core to Leon’s group.

Now, over a month had passed since their departure, and Leon had become quite adept at the “fake identity” part.

Through multiple field tests, he’d found that saying “My wife and I are writing a biography” and “We’re traveling the continent” were the most reliable ways to earn trust.

And sure enough, the Golden Thunder Clan guards said:

“Very well. Please wait here a moment while I report this.”

“Such a hassle…”

While the guards went to make their report, Leon’s group waited nearby.

Rosvisser crossed her arms under her chest, silver eyes scanning the surrounding landscape.

She couldn’t help but remark,

“Leon, isn’t this exactly the kind of retirement life you dream about?”

“My dream retirement life is lying in bed with you figuring out how to make a few more kids.”

Rosvisser gave his shameless ass a good thwack with her tail.

Noa and Xiaoxue both chuckled silently.

As they chatted, Noa caught something out of the corner of her eye.

“Dad, Mom, Big Sis Xiaoxue—look! That stone platform over there is so tall!”

Noa pointed ahead.

The others followed her finger.

It was a large stone platform, tall and imposing. Upon closer look, there were faint, continuous indentations on it—possibly ancient runes, totems, or complicated patterns.

But it was too far away for Leon to make out clearly.

“Looks like a sacrificial altar,” Rosvisser said.

Noa looked up at her mom. “A sacrificial altar?”

“Mhm. Many tribes with religious beliefs set up altars to honor the deities they worship,”

Rosvisser patiently explained. “Of course, some altars are also used for other purposes—executions, divination, prophecy, and so on.”

“I see… so that means the Golden Thunder Clan has their own faith too?” Noa asked.

Rosvisser nodded.

After a pause, she added with a smile, “Let’s hope they worship Zeus.”

So far, every tribe they’d visited had no direct connection to Zeus.

The Thunder Core hadn’t responded to anything, no resonance with spirit energy, no signs.

By this point, Rosvisser and Leon were mentally prepared for more disappointment.

Soon, the guard returned.

“Thank you for waiting. Our High Priest Dimo would like to see you.”

“Dimo?”

Leon repeated the name and glanced at Rosvisser.

She gave a nearly imperceptible shake of her head, meaning she hadn’t heard of him either.

“Alright, then please lead the way.”

“This way, please.”

Two guards led Leon and his group into the Golden Thunder Clan’s territory.

Although the location was remote—almost like a secluded sanctuary—the architecture, homes, streets, and overall living environment were no worse than what one might find in Sky City.

Leon and Rosvisser walked side by side behind the guards, quietly observing their surroundings.

“Pretty comfortable place, I’ll give them that.”

As they talked, that same altar they had spotted earlier came into full view.

It stood right at the center of the district, and it seemed the entire layout of the Golden Thunder Clan—its buildings, streets, and design—radiated outward from it.

This made Leon take even more interest in the structure.

Walking past the altar, the guards led them to a hall connected to it.

They stopped in front of a refined, elegant doorway on the upper floor.

“The High Priest is inside. Please go in.”

“Thank you for guiding us.”

“It’s no trouble.”

The guards bowed and took their leave.

Leon stepped forward and knocked. A composed male voice responded almost instantly:

“Please come in.”

Leon pushed the door open and entered.

At the center of the room was a tea table, and behind it sat a man with dignified features.

This was clearly the High Priest of the Golden Thunder Clan—Dimo.

As Leon and the others approached, Dimo stood up to greet them.

“Welcome. I am Dimo, the priest of this clan. It’s a pleasure to receive such distinguished guests.”

“Greetings, High Priest Dimo. We’re from the Dragon Clan. I’m Leon, this is my wife Rosvisser, and these are our daughters—Noa and Xiaoxue.”

Leon didn’t bother hiding their identities.

First, there was no need. Most outsiders would instinctively show a bit more respect upon hearing “Dragon Clan.”

Second, traits like their dragon tails made their origins hard to conceal anyway.

As for Rosvisser and Noa—their race didn’t need hiding at all.

“Please, everyone—have a seat.”

The group sat down.

Dimo personally poured tea for them.

“Please try it. This is our clan’s specialty—Golden Thunder Tea. Rich and fragrant.

It’s not something you’ll find anywhere else on the continent.”

Leon took a small sip. It was indeed very good.

But he wasn’t a tea connoisseur, so all he could offer was, “Tastes great.”

He couldn’t say anything about layers or undertones.

After setting down the cup, Leon said:

“Thank you for taking the time to receive us, High Priest.

Our purpose for coming here is actually quite simple.”

“We just want to gather some unique customs and cultural insights about your clan—for that, we just need to chat with a few people.”

Upon hearing that, Dimo laughed heartily.

“Mr. Leon, you flatter me. My position isn’t all that busy, and besides, for guests from afar, any matter can be put aside.”

“A title like ‘High Priest’ isn’t exactly a small role in most clans.”

Leon couldn’t tell if Dimo was being overly modest or what—polite, yes, but something about it felt oddly performative.

“Where would you like to begin?” Dimo asked.

He seemed very enthusiastic about this so-called biography project.

“Ah…”

They were getting into the topic so fast, Leon couldn’t dodge it, or it’d seem suspicious.

“Then let’s start with the origin of the Golden Thunder Clan, shall we?”

“The origin, is it?”

Dimo raised his brows, then let ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) out a hearty, prideful laugh.

Leon blinked. “High Priest, what’s funny?”

“Oh, forgive me, Mr. Leon. Don’t misunderstand—I laughed because I take great pride in our clan’s origin.”

“Because we of the Golden Thunder Clan… are the descendants of the primordial god Zeus.”