[Name: Fang Xian (Daniel)]
[Profession: Necromancer (Level Three) | Warlock (Second Tier)]
[Talent: Danger Premonition, Constitution Enhancement, Invisible Skin, Animal Affinity, Out-Of-Body Experience, Body of Steel]
[Taoist Technique:??? , Martial Arts:??? , Creepy:???]
[Samsara: Recharging]
…
Fang Xian, who was not sleepy at all, simply sat cross-legged and looked at his property panel.
"The key to the first tier of the Warlock Tower is' Activation ', the key to the second tier is' Stability ', and the key to the third tier is' Purification '… Getting close to the mysterious source of the body."
"But no matter how close it is, it can't be compared to devouring the source directly!"
"It seems that I am climbing the Warlock Tower, but in fact, I am still walking the path of a necromancer … The third tier should be to completely inherit and digest the necromancer level …"
For him, this step was very simple.
With just a thought, the symbol representing 'Necromancer (Level Three)' began to merge with 'Warlock (Second Tier)'.
This had even been going on subtly for a long time.
Fang Xian clutched his heart.
He could feel that the power overflowing from his true spirit formed a 'source' at the location of his heart.
This' source 'was not strong, but with every beat of the heart, wisps of heat were integrated into the blood.
"This is the transformation of the body, and also the true meaning of 'bloodline'?"
"The 'Bloodline Warlock' of the third tier already has certain dominant bloodline characteristics, which can be passed on to the offspring, although very weak … Moreover, this is also a kind of shackle."
"Interesting … This is the first time I have seen that the Way of Necromancer does not need to practice, but is inherited through the bloodline of the offspring …"
"This is also the change that the necromancers made to adapt to this world?"
This kind of transformation could not be completed in a short time.
"Grunt!"
Fang Xian's stomach suddenly growled. He felt terrible hunger surging, and his saliva was flowing faster.
"The transformation of the body requires a huge amount of energy … I need to eat!"
He touched his stomach, very speechless.
Stealing food from the kitchen at this time would definitely lead to a bad reputation, wouldn't it?
Not to mention … there might not be much food left in the kitchen of the Roland family.
…
The next morning.
"Good morning!"
Peter yawned and walked into the dining room in his pajamas. He saw his brother wolfing down his food.
"Such a good appetite …"
He felt an inexplicable sense of shame. He wondered if his younger brother didn't have enough to eat outside.
"Butler Mason, give me a plate of bacon omelet and milk, thank you …"
After sitting down in a reserved manner, Pete ordered the gray-haired butler standing next to him.
"I'm sorry … Master Peter, I've finished the bacon and eggs. There's only a can of milk left …"
As soon as Mason finished speaking, Fang Xian grabbed the can of milk on the table and gulped it down.
"There's no milk now …" Mason smiled bitterly.
"Alright … skipping breakfast occasionally is good for your health. That's what my personal doctor told me. I should lose some weight …"
Pete looked at his shriveled stomach and laughed dryly.
"By the way, where is your wife? Are you married? "
After eating all the food on the table, Fang Xian elegantly wiped his lips with a napkin and asked.
"Lisa, she misses her parents too much, so she went home …"
Pete's face seemed to have been slashed by a knife.
"Oh."
Fang Xian gave Pete an understanding expression and wisely did not continue to ask. He just said, "Believe me, the family's situation will get better."
"I hope so."
Pete drank a glass of water and felt even hungrier. He seemed to think of something, "By the way … you should prepare a set of hunting clothes. According to our county's custom, the fastest way to integrate into the local aristocratic circle is to go hunting together … When the news of your return spreads, the invitation will definitely come."
"Really? Then what else do I need to prepare? "
Fang Xian asked.
"A horse and the corresponding harness. This includes stirrups and saddle. In addition, there is also a shotgun. Although the aristocrats preferred to use bows and arrows hundreds of years ago, now we have to keep up with the times … If you still need to say, a hound and an assistant groom 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 on the invitation list, but our family only has one horse, Lightning. My father and I take turns riding it … You can rent one first, but only once or twice is fine. If you plan to stay long term, you must have a fine horse, a shotgun, clothes, cloaks, leather boots … That will add up to at least 50 gold coins. If you also want a hound and groom, my god …"
'Aristocratic families only have one horse. Between father and son, whoever is invited to go hunting, will ride it … It sounds a little sad …'
Fang Xian muttered to herself. She took out a wallet from her pocket and said, "I have a hundred gold coins. Take it and prepare it."
This was the harvest from the black market merchant last time he sold the 'Tiger Fighting Art'. He had not used it much.
At this time, Fang Xian began to suspect that the black market merchant was not deliberately lowering the price, but perhaps he did not know the value of a common combat skill like 'Tiger Fighting Art'.
After all, the merchant's level of insight was still a lot worse than Mr. Quicksilver of 'Dreamland', even if he was many years older.
'So, a platform is very important … In a place like' Dreamland ', even if it's just walking around, your experience and knowledge will increase rapidly …'
"Brother, you're actually so rich? Ahem … I mean … "
Pete blurted out, but he immediately tried to hide something and stuttered for a moment.
Fang Xian waved his hand, "I know a little about the family's situation. Don't worry about anything, take it …"
Thinking about it, Pete, the heir to the baron, was probably doing very badly.
Even in the local aristocratic circle, he might be the object of ridicule.
It was rare that he could hold on until now without breaking down.
'But … from today onwards, the situation will probably be a little different.'
Fang Xian had a hunch and looked in the direction of the door.
There, the obviously well-dressed Baron André Roland was already ready to go out.
He was going to tell everyone that the Roland family had struck it rich overnight.
'Presumably, after this mess, some people will come to the surface, right?'
Fang Xian was slightly looking forward to it.
After all, there was a high probability that those great aristocrats had the complete inheritance of the 'Warlock Tower' in their hands.
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