In the Land of Dreams.
Mr. Quicksilver looked at the four imprints on the first tier and was speechless.
The mystic realm had been closed, and the positions of all the imprints had been stabilized.
On the first tier, the three imprints that had not changed for ten thousand years had changed significantly. There was an additional "Crow" imprint!
It was second only to "Craftsman" and was above "Dancer" and "Wisdom"!
"Second place!"
Beside him, a mysterious person murmured, "Just one opening of the mystic realm, and he rushed from the bottom to second place. Has another peak king been pulled into the Land of Dreams in real life?"
Quicksilver also agreed with this judgment.
The mystic realm was a completely demon-free environment. Transcendents of the third tier and below would directly become ordinary people when they entered.
Only [Order Silver] was able to struggle a little because it had formed a stable internal circulation system in its body. However, most of them were weakened by a lot and became the same as the first and second rank superhumans, beaten down to the state of porcelain and bronze.
[Gold King] was a little stronger, but most of them were still around [Ancient Bronze].
Only the strongest among them, who had a large amount of general-purpose knowledge, could barely raise their strength to the third tier, [Quenching Black Iron]!
The situation of the "Crow" belonged to this kind of bigshot!
…
At this moment, Fang Xian was also teleported to the square of the Land of Dreams.
"He's the" Crow "!"
Someone recognized Fang Xian and shouted.
Immediately, an empty area appeared around him. No Transcendents dared to stand side by side with him.
Fang Xian did not care about this. He only communicated with the white jade pillar and silently experienced the increase in his authority.
At this moment, his imprint received a message. It was actually from "Wisdom" — "Strange friend, we might have a chance to cooperate!"
"Old schemer, if you talk to him one more time, you might fall into a trap."
Fang Xian rolled his eyes and was too lazy to reply.
With this message as the beginning, a large number of messages began to appear.
Most of them were compliments and congratulations … They wanted to leave a good impression in the heart of this new bigshot.
This made Fang Xian have no choice but to use his newly acquired authority to delete them in batches and block some of the spam messages. Only then did he feel much more peaceful.
"Hmm … My authority has been increased to the second rank. Every seven days, I'll be able to recruit someone from the outside world, open up a temporary conference room, instantly browse through all the information at the stalls in the Village of Dreams, automatically filter through them, and … delete my account? Expel a member with the lowest clearance from Dream Land and refuse to join it forever? "
Fang Xian was speechless.
This kind of setting reminded him of a certain group manager in his previous life.
"Fortunately, those three kings didn't know my secret back then, or they would've deleted my account and I would've lost this chance. Now that my authority has increased, they can't kick me out, but I can't do anything to them either … Unless I become the fourth rank [Order Silver], I can try to completely control this place …"
"Dear Mr. Crow, thank you for your help this time!"
The Golden Knight walked out from the crowd and bowed respectfully. "If you need any help in the Narnias Empire, please do not hesitate to contact me. Although I am not strong enough, I can still provide you with a little help …"
The Knight's Tower was a specialty of the Narnias Empire, so he didn't expose anything.
"I will."
Fang Xian nodded reservedly, but he rolled his eyes inwardly. Don't think too highly of me. I'm an Iron in the mystical realm, and I'm just an Iron in the real world …
However, he reckoned that even if he admitted it now, no one would believe him.
Thus, after greeting a few acquaintances, his figure turned illusory as he left the Village of Dreams.
…
Roland Manor.
Before dawn.
In the hall, there was a mess of cups and plates.
Some of the nobles, who had partied for a night, were resting on the sofa. Some had already made appointments and entered the garden or specially prepared guest rooms. There were also some who were yawning and preparing to return by carriage.
Andre and his wife were not very energetic. They had already apologized and went to the master bedroom to rest.
Peter, on the other hand, was in good spirits. He was still entertaining a few guests and sharing cigars sent from the New World.
Fang Xian scanned the scene, and the expression in his eyes gradually became calm and indifferent.
He returned to his room, pulled out a chair from his desk, took out a piece of paper, and began to write a letter with a fountain pen that was full of ink.
"To my dearest people, I'm sorry that I've kept it a secret from you all. Actually, my dream is to become a traveler. I want to go to the Silver Eagle Federation's Raphael Tower to taste the local champagne. I also want to go to the Narnia Empire's throne hall to reminisce about the Conquering Emperor's iron-blooded speech. I also want to embark on a voyage to the New World and become an explorer … Parting is always sad, so please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye — Daniel Roland!"
With Daniel's memories, his handwriting was exactly the same as the original owner.
After doing all this, he pressed the letter under the ink bottle and placed it in the middle of the table.
Immediately, Fang Xian picked up a suitcase and jumped out of the window. Taking advantage of the last bit of darkness before dawn, he left the Roland Manor.
…
Early morning.
Derland City, Worcestershire.
In a large, lavishly decorated restaurant.
"Cheers to our successful acquisition!"
Two well-dressed, handsome, silver-haired nobles were enjoying their breakfast.
One of the nobles raised his glass and said, "After we return to the family, the family will definitely reward us handsomely. Dick, perhaps the position you've always wanted will also be easily obtained."
"Cheers!"
Dick Miller, who was in his twenties, was sitting opposite. His brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something and was somewhat absent-minded.
This attitude was immediately noticed by his companion, who asked with concern, "What's wrong? You don't look too good. Do you want to see a doctor? "
"No, I'm just … shocked by the news."
Dick laughed dryly and pointed to a newspaper on the table.
There was an eye-catching headline written on it — 'The Gourmet Commits Crime Again! Who Will Stop the Calamity of Ghouls? '
"Can you not mention those disgusting things while eating …"
The person opposite was eating a strawberry. After seeing the bright red color in his hand, he suddenly felt nauseous.
"Sorry …"
Dick Miller hurriedly apologized, but in his heart, he thought, You have no idea how much of an uproar the upper echelons of the mysterious world caused last night … However, the existence of Dream Village is a secret, even to most mysterious people …
Without a doubt, he was also a member of Dream Village, and he had personally experienced the shock of last night.
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