Yi Rui could not believe that the nightmare that had been chasing her, that unparalleled monster, could be so easily dealt with.
'The other party must be a true powerhouse of the Occult world.'
She looked at Fang Xian with a hint of gratitude and admiration.
Fang Xian frowned and stared at the monster corpses on the ground.
After the three monsters died, their corpses quickly melted into black goo.
The goo seemed to have a life of its own as it wriggled and gathered together, seemingly capable of resurrection.
"Purification!"
He thought for a moment, then used his (Ancient Bronze) rank to cast a purification circle taught by the Mystery Academy professor.
Fang Xian used his mental power as ink and drew a mysterious rune.
Pure white light fell, causing the black goo to shriek and evaporate into thin air.
'Actually … if I add a subject to the ritual, such as a certain True God, the effect will be better … I can only rely on myself now, but it's fine.'
Fang Xian calmly watched as the black goo evaporated, leaving behind a bit of residue.
It was a black metal plate with three lines of words written in Occult language on its surface — 'Dream Land Admission Certificate'.
The second line was — 'Unofficial Member Level'.
The third line was a supplement to the previous two lines — 'One-time'.
On the back of it was a Occult symbol composed of an inverted triangular frame and a snake-shaped line in the middle, emitting a faint light.
There was silence in the dream.
"Do you … recognize this thing?" Fang Xian grabbed the metal plate in his hand and looked at Yi Rui.
"This is … that relic?"
Yi Rui covered her mouth, as if trying to hide the shock on her face, and stammered, "I'm a Occult enthusiast. I once attended a secret gathering in the Empire and explored a certain relic with a few friends … I recognize the symbol on the metal plate. I've seen it on a stone slab in the relic, but it shattered when I touched it … I always thought it was destroyed.
"In reality, it was only transferred to you. It doesn't have any malicious intent. It's just that the overflowing aura has contaminated your nightmare, causing you to be chased by nightmares, causing your mind to be extremely unstable, and your Occult power to lose control at any time …"
Fang Xian analyzed, "In short … you were almost killed by a temporary ticket!"
The mysterious world was so unreasonable.
Just because he knew too much or came into contact with some strange item, it would lead to extremely dangerous and terrifying things happening.
"I … I always thought that I was cursed by the ruins, so I escaped from the empire, wanting to get as far away as possible … Who knew that it had always been with me …"
Yi Rui looked at the iron-shaped 'invitation' or 'ticket' with a complicated expression.
"As a reward for saving you, it belongs to me."
Fang Xian did not stand on ceremony with her and directly declared his sovereignty. "Or … do you still want to study it?"
"No, no … This is how it should be. It belongs to you!"
Yi Rui hurriedly waved her hand. "Dear Master of Iron and Blood … I don't want to be chased by nightmares anymore. That feeling of not being able to sleep at night is really terrible … "
"Very well, then the deal is done." Fang Xian snapped his fingers.
Pa!
Amidst the crisp sound, with him as the center, the ancient castle continued to shatter in all directions.
…
Inside the train carriage.
Yi Rui opened her eyes.
Her shadow immediately returned to normal, and there was no longer any abnormality.
The passengers next to them didn't realize that a life-threatening accident had happened right next to them, and then it was silently put to rest.
If there had been even the slightest mistake just now, most of the passengers in this carriage would have returned to the embrace of River Styx.
After calming down the mysterious power that had almost gone berserk, Yi Rui immediately turned her gaze to the seat opposite her, but found that there was no one there.
"That person … Where's that passenger?"
She grabbed the arm of a passenger next to her. "Where did that gentleman go?"
"I don't know …"
The drowsy gentleman next to her rubbed his eyes. "Probably got off the train?"
…
Worcestershire.
Fang Xian pressed on his cap, carried his suitcase, and got off the carriage.
The black iron ticket was lying quietly in his arms, without the slightest abnormality.
"An interesting item, but now is not the time to study it … But at least I've confirmed the rank of [Ancient Copper], and I can probably suppress its abnormality."
After walking out of the train station, Fang Xian directly boarded a public carriage. "To Roland Manor!"
"Guest, please take a seat."
The coachman attentively helped Fang Xian secure his luggage in the carriage, and then grasped the reins tightly.
Fang Xian looked at the buildings and people outside through the small glass window in the carriage, his expression unchanged.
This was not the mentality of a wanderer who had left his hometown for six years.
But he really did not have any feelings.
As he closed his eyes, some information quickly appeared in his mind.
Roland Manor was the old residence of the Roland family. The current head of the family should be Daniel's father, Baron Andre Roland.
Other than that, Daniel also had an elder brother, Peter Roland, and two sisters.
"But the two sisters should be married, and the manor only has Andre, his wife, and the heir …
"Because of the huge investment failure three years ago, the Roland family no longer has a stable income from real estate, and they still owe a lot of money to their relatives and friends. Maintaining a living is a problem, and even Daniel's financial support has been cut off …
"But there is no other way, the manor cannot be sold … because this is the last dignity of the nobles.
In reality, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse.
Even after experiencing an investment failure, if the Roland family immediately shrank and lived a middle-class life, they could still live a good life.
Or sell the manor, and they could also get a large sum of money back.
But they could not.
As a noble, they needed to maintain a certain amount of decent expenses every year.
For example, a manor with a long history that could be used to entertain guests.
And a fixed number of festival gifts every year, the value of which had to be more than 50 gold coins.
This was a must for interpersonal relations.
Otherwise, when other nobles held banquets, they would gradually reduce the number of invitations to the Roland family, and they would slowly be pushed out of the circle, becoming poor nobles.
They might even lose the glory and status of the nobles.
It was also this continuous bleeding that caused the greatly weakened Roland family to have the effect of a blunt knife cutting their flesh.
If it continued for another ten years, they would probably really be in dire straits.
"But … I have to admit that maintaining the dignity of the nobles and maintaining the number of appearances in this circle is somewhat effective … At least, if the Roland family suddenly disappeared, or was kidnapped, or destroyed, it would be a major case that would cause a stir in the country …
"It can be said that it is precisely because of this identity that in the face of huge benefits, it has become a temporary protective talisman.
"But … at most, the other party will not forcibly rob, but will instead take a roundabout route.
"I'm afraid that the financial situation of the family will become even worse …"
While thinking, Fang Xian saw the carriage leave the city and arrive at a manor in the suburbs.
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