Chapter 261 Hunting
[Name: Fang Xian (Daniel)]
[Profession: Alchemist (Level 3) | Warlock (Second Tier)]
[Magic|Talents: Danger Premonition, Physical Strengthening, Invisible Skin, Animal Affinity, Soul Awakening, Iron Body]
[Taoism: ???, Martial Arts: ???, Weird: ???]
[Reincarnation: Charging]
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Fang Xian, who had no desire to sleep at all, simply sat cross-legged and observed his attribute bar.
"The key to the first step of the 'Warlock's Tower' is 'inspiration', the key to the second step is 'stabilization', and the key to the third step is 'purification'... getting closer to the mysterious source of oneself."
"But no matter how close we get, it's not as good as swallowing the source directly!"
"It seems that I am climbing the 'Warlock's Tower', but in fact I am still on the path of the alchemist... This third step should be to completely inherit and digest the alchemist level..."
For him, this step was very simple.
With just a thought, the symbol representing 'Alchemist (Level 3)' began to merge with 'Sorcerer (Level 2)'.
This has even been happening subtly for a long time.
Fang Xian covered his heart.
He could feel the power emanating from his true spirit, forming a 'source' at the heart.
This 'source' is not strong, but with every beat of the heart, it sends strands of heat into the blood.
"Is this a transformation of the body? Is this also the true meaning of 'bloodline'?"
"A third-tier 'Blood Warlock' already possesses certain dominant bloodline characteristics that can be passed on to offspring, although they are very weak... and this is also a kind of shackle."
"Interesting... This is the first time I've seen that the way of the alchemist does not require practice, but is inherited through the blood of descendants..."
"Is this also the change that the alchemists made in order to adapt to this world?"
This kind of transformation is not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time.
Gurgle!
Fang Xian's stomach suddenly growled. He felt a terrible hunger surging in his stomach and his saliva began to flow rapidly.
"The transformation of the body requires a huge amount of energy... I need to eat!"
He touched his stomach and was speechless.
Running to the kitchen to steal food at this time will definitely lead to a bad reputation, right?
Not to mention... there might not be much food left in the Roland family's kitchen.
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The next day, early morning.
"Good morning!"
Pete yawned and walked into the dining room in his pajamas, and saw his brother wolfing down his food.
"What a good appetite..."
He felt inexplicably ashamed, wondering if his brother wasn't getting enough to eat outside.
"Butler Mason, give me a plate of bacon and eggs, and some milk, thank you..."
After sitting down gracefully, Peter gave instructions to the gray-haired butler standing beside him.
"Sorry... Master Pete, we have finished all the bacon and eggs, and there is only one can of milk left..."
As soon as Mason finished speaking, Fang Xian grabbed the milk jug on the dining table and drank it down in gulps.
"There's no milk now..." Mason gave a wry smile.
"Well... skipping breakfast occasionally is good for your health. My personal doctor told me so. I should lose weight..."
Pete looked at his shriveled stomach and laughed dryly twice.
"By the way, where's your wife? Are you married?"
After finishing all the food on the table, Fang Xian wiped his lips elegantly with a napkin and asked.
"Lisa, she missed her parents so much that she went home..."
Peter answered as if he had been stabbed in the face.
" oh oh."
Fang Xian gave Pete an "I understand" look, and wisely did not continue to ask, but just said: "Believe me, the family's situation will get better."
"I hope so."
Peter drank a glass of water and felt even hungrier. He seemed to remember something, "Oh, right... you should prepare a set of hunting clothes. According to the custom of our county, the fastest way to integrate into the local aristocratic circle is to go hunting together... Once the news of your return spreads, invitations will definitely come."
"Really? Then what else do I need to prepare?"
Fang Xian asked.
"A horse, the corresponding horse gear, including stirrups and saddles, and a hunting rifle. Although hundreds of years ago, nobles preferred to use bows and arrows, they must keep up with the times now... If you want to say more, a hunting dog and auxiliary grooms can also be prepared. They can help you find and pick up prey!"
Butler Mason replied with a slight bow.
Pete's smile was a little stiff. "You can use my horse. No, I may also be invited, but our family only has one horse, Lightning, and my father and I take turns riding him when we have something to do... You can rent one first, but it's okay for one or two times. If you plan to stay here for a long time, you must have a horse, a hunting rifle, clothes, a cloak, leather boots... All together, it will cost at least 50 gold. If you also need a hound and a groom, my God..."
"The noble family only has one horse, and whoever of the father and son is invited to hunt will ride it out... It sounds a bit tearful..."
Fang Xian secretly complained to himself and took out a wallet from his pocket: "I have 100 gold Fisher, take it and prepare it."
This was the proceeds from selling the 'Tiger Fighting Technique' to a black market merchant last time, and it has hardly been used.
At this time, Fang Xian began to suspect that the black market merchant was not deliberately lowering the price, but perhaps the other party did not know the value of the universal combat skill "Tiger Fighting Technique".
After all, the other party's level of vision is still much lower than that of Mr. 'Mercury' from 'Dreamland', even though he is much older.
"So, the platform is very important... In a place like 'Dreamland', even if you just walk around and take a look, your experience and knowledge will increase rapidly..."
"Brother, you are so rich? Ahem... I mean..."
Pete blurted out, then immediately tried to cover up something, stuttering for a moment.
Fang Xian waved his hand and said, "I know something about the family's situation. Don't worry about anything. Just use it..."
Come to think of it, Pitt, the heir to the barony, is probably having a miserable life.
Even in the local aristocratic circle, he might be an object of ridicule.
It's rare that he can hold on until now without collapsing.
"But...starting today, the situation will probably be a little different."
Fang Xian had a premonition and looked towards the gate.
There, Baron André Rolland, who had obviously been dressed up carefully, was ready to go out.
He wanted to tell everyone that the Roland family had become prosperous and rich overnight.
"I guess after muddying the waters this time, some people will surface , right?"
Fang Xian was slightly looking forward to it.
After all, those great nobles are likely to hold the complete inheritance of the "Warlock's Tower".
