Lance finished listening to him and had a rough judgment in mind.
Transcendents in a family format are really unreliable; Hamlet has already proven that. Even with a whole set of equipment passed down to guarantee the Lord's strength, it was basically useless.
Transcendent organizations are either like the Church, searching across the entire Empire and scraping up most of the Extraordinary Talent.
Or like the Romani, relying on the sheer size of their race, gathering them together for focused training, then controlling them by issuing them out.
Anyway, from any angle you look at it, the prosperity driven by an individual disappearing when that individual disappears is perfectly normal.
His father, an ordinary man with no talent, had forced his way into the mysterious Transcendent field and dabbled in those dangerous forms of Alchemy—basically a death wish. The fact that he held out until Lance grew up was already very lucky.
