Back at home, Elvin, who thought he had nothing to do and was ready to rest for a few days, was called back to the ship by Gör the next day to meet a mysterious guest.
"Elvin, this is Count Tujacques' butler, Mr. Brown."
"Mr. Brown, this is my nephew, Elvin."
Although Elvin was a little confused, he still politely shook hands with the middle-aged man who had a similar temperament to Leo's grandfather.
"Mr. Elvin is really young and promising. If the count knew that the new owner of his property is such an excellent young man, he would be very pleased! "
The middle-aged butler named Brown saw his captain's epaulet and complimented him. He then brought up the business and bowed slightly with the most standard and elegant posture, "Colonel, Mr. Elvin is here. Let's start."
“.....”
Half an hour later, the uncle and nephew sent Count Tujacques' butler Brown away. Elvin was holding a parchment contract and an envelope with a seal on it. He was still a little dizzy.
The contract was a certificate that represented the change of ownership of a fixed property. On it, Count Tujacques and Elvin had signed the names of the giver and recipient respectively.
This meant that the ownership of a sizable plantation and its affiliated personnel belonged to Elvin from now on.
This "vanilla plantation" in the Southern Continent produced high-quality coffee beans and spices. At the same time, it was equipped with a sound management staff and a sufficient number of slaves. Elvin didn't have to care about anything. Excluding all kinds of expenses, he could earn about a thousand Gold Lions a year sitting at home.
What did a thousand Gold Lions mean? It was equivalent to the head of the "One-Eyed Becky" that a group of people risked their lives to get. It was equivalent to ten military horses at the age of six in their best condition. It was equivalent to ten years of salary of the kingdom's most elite musketeers!
From now on, Elvin had become someone with a house, no, a village, that was desperately pursued in his previous life! The document showed that the area of this plantation was no smaller than any village in Elvin's previous life plus its affiliated fields.
Even if Elvin retired from the navy now, he could live the rest of his life comfortably.
Other than that.
The other thing in Elvin's hand was a thin envelope. In some people's eyes, it might be more valuable than the plantation.
It was a letter of admission to the Royal Naval College of the Kingdom of Faletis!
Although it was only a six-month short course, the experience of learning at the Royal Naval College had a huge impact on the future of a naval officer.
Looking at it from an analogy, it was just like Elvin's previous life, when he had not studied at Huangpu Military Academy. How big was the difference between the Huangpu alumni and the ordinary soldiers? It was obvious.
Although with the exploration of shipping routes, geographical discoveries, and the expansion of colonies, the impression that the Navy gave people was that they were short of manpower all year round, and they were recruiting people all the time. But because the overall base was there, the number of outstanding naval talents that emerged in the entire kingdom every year was naturally not small.
The Royal Naval College was the top military school in the kingdom. Whether it was the strength of the teachers or the political significance behind it, these naval elites were all scrambling for it. Even if they had to break their heads, they would still fight for the quota of less than a hundred places each year.
This was not just a mere admission qualification, but also a chance for naval officers who did not graduate from a military school to reach the sky in a single bound.
Even if they did not learn anything in the college because of their own foundation, just being able to meet the most outstanding young people in the Navy and get to know the faculty of the college was enough to make the ticket worth the price.
What's more, in this transcendent world, as a member of the Pan Continent organization "Red Maple Academy Alliance," purely in terms of the quality of teaching and the various mysteries hidden behind the college, it could be called a first-class college in the world.
This was not only the cradle of naval officers, but also the best window for every Extraordinaire who was determined to go further on the path of Extraordinaires to come into contact with the hidden side of the world.
Therefore, the entrance threshold was infinitely higher.
Even with the potential and achievements Elvin had shown now, without two or three years of consolidation and Gör's operation, such a good thing would never happen to him.
Elvin had long known that the first Secret Treasure of the Sea, Shipwreck Elegy, was worth a lot. However, he felt that he had only picked up a bargain when he obtained this Secret Treasure of the Sea. The contributions he made were not worth the rewards he received.
"Uncle Gör, these things …" Just as he opened his mouth, Gör held his shoulder and sat on the sofa in the temporary guest room. Gör explained jokingly.
"Relax, Elvin! You can't possibly think that a Secret Treasure of the Sea is only worth this much, right? This is just a part of the deal. Your uncle isn't a pedantic person. A Secret Treasure of the Sea at the level of Shipwreck Elegy will not be sold for cheap.
After some time, the remaining 'payment' will come to you one after another. Coupled with the rewards from wiping out the Shark Tooth Pirates this time, the rewards will only be greater. "
Without giving Elvin a chance to reject, Gör continued.
"What you need to do now is to make good use of these resources and grow as quickly as possible. In this era, no matter what you want to do, you can't do it without strength.
However, if you have the resources but can't meet my requirements, I won't agree!
Furthermore, rumor has it that the Naval academy hides a secret that few know of. If you have the chance, you must seize it. It will be of great significance to the growth of your other profession. "
Since Gör had said so, Elvin naturally wouldn't disappoint him and solemnly promised, "Uncle Gör, I won't let you down!"
Furthermore, he was faintly curious about the secret that Gör had mentioned. He was also looking forward to his upcoming academic career.
Could it be that it wasn't as simple as a gold-plated journey?
.....
In the dimly lit attic, a gas lamp was lit. Elvin was holding a quill and writing something on the table.
Rustle rustle rustle …
The young man had a focused expression. A piece of parchment was filled with various words, diagrams, and lines. The work with the quill was gradually coming to an end.
"It's finally completed! [Garriott Bird Modification Spell 1.0] "
Elvin had long since planned to create his own witchcraft research project. This time, with the basic knowledge that he had obtained from Tru's consciousness, he finally had enough accumulation to start his research. He was prepared to try and complete his idea before he officially set off.
After a week of continuous revision and refinement, the final result was this written product. Well, at least theoretically, it should be possible.
He had always wanted to create a special creature that could use "witchcraft" like the Raven Hag, and this version of [Garriott Bird Modification Spell 1.0] was the beginning of this idea.
Although Apprentice Adept Tru had seen a lot of things and knew a lot about witchcraft, his basic knowledge was very fragmented. When it came to practical witchcraft, he didn't know much about them either. Most of them were useless.
Was this all he knew, or was it because the knowledge imprint that he accidentally obtained from the clash of the Will was incomplete?
But then again, if Tru was really a powerful Apprentice Sorcerer with both knowledge and strength, Elvin wouldn't have been able to win so easily, let alone obtain part of Tru's knowledge by accident.
Therefore, he was very satisfied and didn't mind at all.
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