Chapter 305 Talks
The next day.
After secretly returning to Ferenster and confirming that he had accidentally created a perfect "death concealment", Fang Xian was speechless.
'Because the status of the secret existence 'Spider Lord' was high enough, he vented his anger and destroyed the surroundings afterwards, achieving a perfect 'destroying the corpse and erasing the traces' effect... Even the Mysterious Academy could not find any clues.'
'That is to say...if Daniel Roland never appears again in the future, he will be the unlucky guy who has been confirmed to have died in a mysterious accident?'
"It's a perfect cover-up of my identity, but I feel a little sorry for the Roland family..."
With this thought in mind, Fang Xian returned to Worcestershire.
He cast [Invisible Skin] and walked into Roland Manor leisurely.
The early morning light streamed in through the windows, casting golden, life-filled patches of light.
The kitchen was busy, with the butler directing the maid to clean the dining room and set the table.
Mr. and Mrs. Andre seemed to have gotten up and were ringing the bell to summon their maid.
Pete hid on the balcony, smoking a cigarette and looking into a room from time to time.
After a while, Lisa came out: "Little Charles is still sleeping, so don't disturb him. Let's go to the restaurant."
"OK."
Pete put out his cigarette and put his arm around his wife's waist.
It seemed that after the Roland family became rich, the relationship between the two of them eased a lot.
As Pete walked, he kept mumbling, "I don't know where Daniel has gone. This guy has never had a hobby of traveling. I suspect that's his excuse for resisting engagement... Really, if you don't want to get married, you can just say so. Ah! Why are you pinching me?"
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Fang Xian looked at these scenes and his expression softened.
He walked into the room that Lisa had just entered and saw a maid taking care of another sleeping child, who was probably only two or three years old.
The maid was originally yawning, and at this moment she felt a strong surge of sleepiness, so she fell asleep on the edge of the bed.
In the empty air, Fang Xian's figure slowly emerged.
"In this world... one still needs to master a certain amount of extraordinary power to better protect oneself. Unfortunately... most people don't have the 'qualifications'..."
"In fact, in the theory of mysticism, everyone has spirituality, and theoretically everyone can become a Beyonder, but most people will fail at the first level and lose control at the [Vile Pottery] stage... Maintaining stability requires talent and a delicate mind..."
While he was talking, Charles had not woken up. He kept sucking his lips from time to time. His little face was round and fleshy, very cute.
"Among many professions, my path is the most different... It is inherited through blood!"
Fang Xian stretched out his right hand, his thumb became sharp, and he scratched his index finger.
Tick!
A drop of dark red blood fell on the face of the sleeping nephew.
Little Charles frowned, and the drop of blood did not roll down, but began to penetrate strangely.
"Of course I will not give birth to a child in this world, but I can grant you the glory of blood transformation, so that when you grow up, you can become an extraordinary 'alchemist'!"
Fang Xian muttered to himself, watching the drop of blood merge into Charles's blood, turning into strands of red blood and spreading throughout his body.
This scene was so terrifying that Charles almost woke up and burst into tears.
But Fang Xian waved his hand, and the power of the 'Dreamland' directly blocked this place, preventing any sound from leaking out. It also added a seal to the bloodline, so that it would only be released slowly as he grew older, and would not burst out all at once.
Charles turned over, all the strangeness in his body disappeared, and he fell into a deep sleep again.
"Well... according to my seal, you will embark on the path of the alchemist when you are fifteen years old, and you will grow to the level of [Quenched Black Iron] within three years... and with my heritage in your blood, the path to silver will be extremely smooth."
Fang Xian glanced around, lifted the 'blockade', and prepared to leave the mansion.
At the same time, his expression suddenly became a little strange.
His figure became illusory again and he walked out of the bedroom and into the dining room.
After taking a final look at the couples Andre and Pete, Fang Xian left Roland Manor without looking back.
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Dreamland.
Aisilu came to the square and saw a lot of busy transactions.
"Since the update of Dreamland, the trading enthusiasm of all members has been released... Well, a safe and convenient trading channel is indeed a miracle in the mysterious world... Moreover, to carry out 'item transmission' and 'contract notarization', only mysterious power is consumed. Although it is a little more, it can be afforded by all members... Lord Crow is really generous... If he, no, He takes a cut and collects taxes, perhaps in a very short time, it can accumulate enough wealth to make the king jealous..."
He took a casual look and found several items and materials that he desired, but he forced himself to be patient and did not forget his mission.
Aisilu came to the central white jade pillar, pressed his palm on the smooth surface, and said silently: "Sir Crow, I bring news about the Immortal Dragon."
The next moment, he felt the surrounding environment change and came to the hall again.
Lord Crow sat high on the throne, looking down: "Go ahead..."
"Your Excellency the Immortal Dragon has visited several great sages in the Tower of Wisdom and Sages, and has received their support. He has also contacted the two true gods of the Narnias Empire. The two beings agreed to negotiate and could send their avatars to come... They all agreed that the most suitable place for the talks is the Dreamland!"
"Can!"
Fang Xian thought about it.
Previously, the 'Dreamland' excluded those above the King, which was due to the original setting. Now that its master is oneself, of course it can change.
"But if I allow a secret entity to enter the Dreamland, will it be a violation of my authority?"
"So... we can't discuss things in the core area. We should just set up an isolation area. If there is any movement, we will just divide and exclude them..."
With thoughts turning in his mind, Fang Xian raised his hand.
Ten star-like points of light fell down and turned into tickets to the 'Dreamland'.
Unlike those iron sheets, they all exude a silvery luster, like exquisite works of art.
"This is an 'invitation' that allows beings above the king to enter the 'dreamland'!"
Fang Xian continued.
"I will obey your will, Lord Crow."
Aisilu quickly put away the invitation letter and understood what Lord Crow meant.
It is always that small group of people who truly decide the fate of the world. Ten places are enough.
In the extraordinary world, this is the reality!
"Then please allow me to take my leave!"
Aslu bowed once more and disappeared into the hall.
