Yi Rui couldn't believe that the invincible monster that had been chasing her nightmare could be solved so easily.
'The other party must be a real strong man in the mysterious world.'
She looked at Fang Xian with a hint of gratitude and admiration.
Fang Xian frowned and stared at the monster corpse on the ground.
After the three-headed monsters died, their bodies quickly melted into black slime.
These mucus seem to be alive, constantly squirming, gathering together, and seeming to be resurrected.
"Purify!"
He thought for a while, and used his [Ancient Bronze] rank to cast a purification circle taught by the Mystery Academy.
Fang Xian used spiritual power as his pen and ink to depict a mysterious rune.
The white light fell, causing the dark slime to emit a high-pitched scream and evaporate out of thin air.
'Actually... if a main body of prayer is added to the ceremony, such as a true god, the effect will be better... At this time, I can only rely on myself, but it's okay.'
Fang Xian watched indifferently as all the dark mucus evaporated, leaving only a little residue.
It was a black piece of iron, with three lines of words "Dreamland Access Certificate" written in mysterious language on the surface.
The second line is 'informal member level'.
The third line is a complementary 'one-off' to the two lines above.
On the back of it, there is an occult symbol, consisting of an inverted triangle frame and a serpentine line in the middle, emitting a faint light.
In the dream, there was silence.
"Do you...recognize this thing?" Fang Xian held the iron piece in his hand and looked at Yi Rui.
"Is this...the ruins?"
Yi Rui covered her lips, as if trying to hide the shock on her face, and stammered: "I am an occult enthusiast. I once attended a secret party during the empire, and explored a certain place with a few friends.
The ruins... I recognize the symbol on the iron piece. I saw it on a stone slab of the ruins, but when I touched it, it shattered... I always thought it was destroyed."
"Actually, it just transferred to you. It has no malice in itself. It's just that the breath that leaked out polluted your nightmares, causing you to be chased by nightmares and become extremely mentally unstable. The mysterious power may be out of control at any time...
…”
Fang Xian analyzed: "In short...you were almost killed by a temporary ticket!"
The mysterious world is so unreasonable.
Maybe just because you know too much or come into contact with some strange items, extremely dangerous and terrifying things may happen.
"I... I always thought I was cursed by that ruin, so I fled the empire, wanting to stay far away... Who knew, it would always be on me..."
Yi Rui looked at the iron sheet-shaped 'invitation' or 'ticket' with a complicated expression.
"As a reward for saving you, it belongs to me."
Fang Xian was not polite to her and declared his sovereignty directly: "Or... you still want to study it?"
"No, no...this is what it should be, it belongs to you!"
Yi Rui quickly waved her hand: "Iron-blooded Lord... I don't want to be chased by nightmares anymore. The feeling of not being able to sleep well all night is really terrible..."
"Very good, then the deal is concluded." Fang Xian snapped his fingers.
Snapped!
In the crisp sound, the castle continued to shatter to the surroundings with him as the center.
…
Inside the train carriage.
Yi Rui opened her eyes.
Her shadow immediately returned to normal, and there was nothing strange about it anymore.
The passengers in the seats next to them didn't realize at all that a life-threatening accident happened right next to them, and then was eliminated silently.
As long as there was a slight mistake just now, most of the passengers in this carriage would have to return to the embrace of the Styx.
After calming down the mysterious power that almost went berserk, Yi Rui immediately turned her gaze to the opposite side, only to find that there was no one on the seat.
"Where is that person...that passenger?"
She grabbed the arm of a passenger next to her and asked, "Where did that gentleman go?"
"have no idea……"
The sleepy gentleman next to him rubbed his eyes: "Maybe he got off the car?"
…
Worcestershire.
Fang Xian pressed his cap, picked up his suitcase, and got out of the carriage.
The black iron ticket was lying quietly in his arms, without any abnormalities.
"Interesting item, but now is not the time to study it... But at least, I am sure that the level of [Ancient Copper] can probably suppress its anomalies."
After walking out of the train station, Fang Xian got on a public carriage directly: "Go to Roland Manor!"
"Guest, please take a seat."
The carriage driver diligently helped Fang Xian secure the luggage in the carriage and then held on to the reins.
Fang Xian looked at the buildings and people outside through the small glass window in the carriage, his expression not changing at all.
This is not the mentality that a wanderer who has been away from his hometown for six years should have.
However, he really has no emotions.
At this moment, I closed my eyes, and some information quickly emerged.
Roland Manor is the old residence of the Roland family. The owner of the family at this time should be Daniel's father, Baron Andre Roland.
In addition, Daniel has an eldest brother, Peter Rowland, and two sisters.
'But the two sisters are probably married. There are only Mr. and Mrs. Andre and the heir in the manor...'
'Due to the failure of the Roland family's investment three years ago, they no longer have stable income from real estate, and still owe a lot of money to relatives and friends. It is very difficult to make ends meet. Even Daniel's funding has been cut off...'
'But there is no way, the manor cannot be sold... because this is the last dignity of the nobles.'
In fact, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
Even if they experience an investment failure, if the Roland family immediately shrinks and lives a middle-class life, they can still live a good life.
Alternatively, you can get a large sum of money back by selling the manor.
But no.
As a noble, you need to maintain a fixed amount of decent expenses every year.
For example, a manor with a long history where guests can entertain guests.
As well as exchanging gifts on several fixed holidays every year, the value must be more than 50 gold coins.
This is necessary interpersonal communication.
Otherwise, when other nobles hold banquets, they will gradually reduce their invitations to the Roland family, and will gradually be squeezed out of this circle and become down-and-out nobles.
Even, lose the honor and status of the nobility.
It was this continuous bleeding that had the effect of cutting flesh with a dull knife on the severely damaged Roland family.
If it continues for more than ten years, it will probably be truly destitute.
'However... I have to admit that maintaining the dignity of the nobles and maintaining their appearance in this circle is somewhat effective... At least, if the Roland family suddenly disappears, or is kidnapped and wiped out, it will be a major case that shocks the whole country.
...'
'It can be said that it is precisely because of this identity that he has formed a temporary talisman in the face of huge interests.'
'It's just that...the other side won't rob us by force at most, but will instead take a roundabout way.'
'I'm afraid that the family's financial situation will become even worse...'
While thinking, Fang Xian saw the carriage leaving the city and arriving at a manor in the suburbs.