[Alchemy|Talent: Premonition of danger, physical enhancement, invisible skin, animal affinity, soul out of body, body of steel]
[Taoism:???, Martial Arts:???, Weirdness:???]
[Reincarnation: Charging]
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Fang Xian, who didn't feel sleepy at all, simply sat cross-legged and looked at his attribute column.
"The key to the first step of the 'Warlock's Tower' is 'stimulation', the key to the second step is 'stability', and the key to the third step is 'purification'... getting closer to the source of your own mystery."
"But no matter how close you get, it's still not as good as swallowing the source directly!"
"It seems that I am climbing the 'Tower of Warlock', but in fact I am still walking the path of the Alchemist... This third step should be to completely inherit and digest the level of the Alchemist..."
For him, this step is very simple.
With just a thought, the symbol representing 'Alchemist (Third Level)' began to merge with 'Warlock (Second Level)'.
This has even been happening subtly for a long time.
Fang Xian covered his heart.
He could feel the power overflowing from his true spirit, forming a 'source' in his heart.
This 'source' is not powerful, but with every beat of the heart, it integrates strands of heat into the blood.
"Is this a transformation of the body? Is this the true meaning of 'bloodline'?"
"The 'blood warlocks' of the third level already have certain dominant bloodline characteristics, which can be passed on to future generations, although it is very weak... and this is also a constraint."
"Interesting... This is the first time I have seen that the way of the alchemist does not need to be practiced, but is inherited through the blood of future generations..."
"Is this also the change that the alchemist made in order to adapt to this world?"
This kind of transformation is not something that can be completed in a short time.
Gulu!
Fang Xian's stomach suddenly growled, and he felt a terrible hunger surge, and his saliva secreted at an accelerated rate.
"Reforming the physical body requires a huge amount of energy...you need to eat!"
He touched his belly and was speechless.
Going to the kitchen to steal something to eat at this time will definitely lead to a bad reputation, right?
Not to mention... there may not be much food left in the Roland family's kitchen.
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The next day, early morning.
"Good morning!"
Peter yawned, walked into the restaurant in his pajamas, and saw his younger brother devouring food.
"My appetite is so good..."
He was inexplicably ashamed, feeling that his brother might not have enough to eat outside.
"Butler Mason, bring me a bacon omelette and milk, thank you..."
After sitting down reservedly, Peter gave instructions to the gray-haired butler standing next to him.
"I'm sorry...Master Peter, we've finished all the bacon and eggs, and there's only one can of milk left..."
As soon as Messante finished speaking, Fang Xian grabbed the milk jug on the dining table and drank tons of it.
"Now there's no more milk..." Masonte showed a wry smile.
"Okay... skipping breakfast occasionally is good for your health. That's what my personal doctor told me. It's time for me to lose weight..."
Peter looked at his withered belly and laughed twice.
"By the way, where is your wife? Are you married?"
After finishing all the food on the table, Fang Xian wiped his lips elegantly with a napkin and asked.
"Lisa, she missed her parents too much, so she went home..."
Peter answered with a look as if someone had cut his face.
"oh oh."
Fang Xian gave Peter a look that said, "I understand." He wisely did not continue to ask questions, and just said: "Believe me, the family's situation will get better."
"I hope so."
Peter drank a glass of water, feeling even hungrier, and seemed to remember something: "By the way... you should prepare a set of hunting clothes. According to the custom of our county, the fastest way to integrate into the local aristocratic circle is to go together."
Go on a hunt... and when word of your return spreads, the invitation will surely come."
"Really? Then what else do I need to prepare?"
Fang Xian asked.
"A horse, corresponding harness, including stirrups and saddles, in addition to a shotgun. Although hundreds of years ago, nobles preferred to use bows and arrows, now they must keep pace with the times... If
What’s more, a hound and an auxiliary groom can also be prepared, they can help you find and pick up prey!”
Butler Mason bowed slightly and answered.
Peter's smile was a little stiff: "You can use my horse. No, I may be on the invitation list, but our family only has one horse, 'Lightning'. My father and I take turns riding out... You can rent one first."
Horse, but once or twice is okay. If you plan to stay for a long time, you must have a horse, as well as a shotgun, clothing, cloak, leather boots... in total, it will cost at least 50 gold coins. If you also want a hound and a groom
If so, my God..."
'A noble family only has one horse, and whoever is invited to hunt, father and son, will ride out... It sounds a bit like making me want to cry...'
Fang Xian secretly cursed and took out a wallet from his arms: "I have 100 gold coins, take it and prepare it."
This was the harvest from the last sale of the 'Tiger Fighting Technique' from a black market merchant, and it has hardly been used.
At this time, Fang Xian began to suspect that the black marketeer was not deliberately lowering the price, but that perhaps the other party did not know the value of a universal combat skill like the 'Tiger Fighting Technique'.
After all, the other party's level of vision is still much worse than Mr. Mercury in Dreamland, even if he is so many years older.
'So, the platform is very important... In a place like 'Dreamland', even if you just walk around more, your experience and knowledge will be improved quickly...'
"Brother, you are actually so rich? Ahem...I mean..."
Peter blurted out, then tried to hide something, and stuttered for a moment.
Fang Xian waved his hand: "I also know a little about the family's situation, so don't worry about anything, just use it..."
Come to think of it, Pitt, the heir to the baronet, was probably in a miserable state.
Even in local aristocratic circles, he may be an object of ridicule.
It's rare that he can hold on until now without collapse.
'But... starting from today, the situation will probably be a little different.'
Fang Xian had a premonition and looked towards the door.
There, Baron Andre Rolland, who was obviously well-groomed, was ready to go out.
He was going to tell everyone that the Roland family had become prosperous and became rich overnight.
'Presumably after the water is muddied this time, some people will surface, right?'
Fang Xian was slightly looking forward to it.
After all, those great nobles most likely hold the complete inheritance of the 'Warlock's Tower'.