Mr. Mercury looked at the four marks on the first step and was speechless.
The secret realm has been closed and the positions of all marks have been stabilized.
In the first level, the three marks that have remained unchanged for thousands of years have undergone obvious changes, with the addition of the mark of 'crow'!
It is second only to ‘craftsman’ and above ‘dancer’ and ‘wisdom’!
"second!"
Next to him, a mysterious person murmured: "Just once the secret realm was opened, he rushed from the bottom to the second place. Is there another peak king being pulled into the 'Dreamland' in reality?"
‘Mercury’ also agrees with this judgment.
The secret realm is a completely magical environment. Extraordinary beings on the third ladder and below will directly transform into ordinary people when they enter.
Only [Silver of Order], because it has formed a stable internal circulation system in the body, can barely struggle, but most of them have to be weakened a lot, becoming equivalent to the first- and second-tier extraordinary beings.
, was knocked down into ceramics and bronze.
[Golden King] is a little stronger, but most of it still lingers around [Ancient Bronze].
Only the top ones among them, who have mastered a large amount of general knowledge, can barely raise their strength to the third step, the level of [Tempered Black Iron]!
The situation of ‘Crow’ belongs to this kind of boss!
…
At this time, Fang Xian was also teleported to the Dreamland Square.
"He's 'The Crow'!"
I don't know who recognized Fang Xian and shouted.
Immediately, a blank area appeared around him, and no extraordinary person dared to stand beside him.
Fang Xian didn't care about this, he just communicated with Bai Yuzhu and silently experienced the increase in authority.
At this time, his mark received a message, which actually came from 'wisdom' - "Strange friend, we may have a chance to cooperate!"
'Old bastard, if you say one more word to him, you might fall into a trap.'
Fang Xian rolled his eyes and was too lazy to reply.
Starting from this message, a large number of messages began to appear.
Most of them are compliments, congratulations... I want to leave a good impression on this new boss.
This forced Fang Xian to use his newly acquired permissions to delete them in batches and block some spam messages, which made him feel a lot cleaner.
"Well... the authority has been upgraded to the second level. I can get a quota to recruit people from the outside every seven days, open a temporary meeting room, instantly browse all stall information in Dreamland, have the right to automatically filter, and... delete accounts?
Expelling a minimally privileged member from 'Dreamland' and permanently denying him membership?"
Fang Xian was a little speechless.
This setting reminded him of the administrator of a certain group in his previous life.
"Fortunately, those three kings didn't know my secret, otherwise they would have deleted my account and I would have lost this opportunity. Now that my authority has been increased, they can't kick me, but there's nothing I can do against them... unless
, becoming the fourth ladder [Silver of Order], maybe you can try to completely control this place..."
"Dear Mr. Crow, thank you for your help this time!"
Among the crowd, the 'Golden Knight' came out and bowed respectfully: "If you need help in the Narnias Empire, please contact me. Although I am not strong enough, I can still provide some small strength...
…”
The 'Knight's Tower' was originally a feature of the Narnias Empire, so it didn't reveal anything.
"I will."
Fang Xian nodded reservedly, but rolled his eyes in his heart: 'Don't think too highly of me, I am a black iron in the secret realm, but in the real world I am just a black iron...'
However, he estimated that no one would believe him even if he admitted it now.
Therefore, after paying a brief greeting to a few acquaintances, he suddenly became illusive and left the 'Dreamland'.
…
Roland Manor.
Before Dawn.
In the hall, cups and plates were in a mess.
Some of the nobles who had reveled all night were lying on the sofa to rest, some had already made appointments and entered the garden or specially prepared guest rooms, and some were yawning and preparing to return in a carriage.
Mr. and Mrs. Andre were in low energy and went to the master bedroom to rest after apologizing.
Pete was in good spirits and was still entertaining a few guests and sharing cigars sent from the New World.
Fang Xian glanced at this scene, and the expression in his eyes gradually became calm and indifferent.
He returned to the room, pulled out the desk chair, pulled out a piece of letter paper, and started writing a letter with a pen filled with ink:
"To my dearest people: I'm sorry for hiding it from you. In fact, my dream is to be a traveler. I want to go to the Raphael Tower in the Silver Eagle Federation to taste local champagne. I also want to go to Narnia.
In the throne room of the Sri Lankan Empire, I recall the iron-blooded speech of the conquering emperor, and 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!”
Possessing Daniel's memory, his handwriting is exactly the same as the original owner's.
After doing all this, he put the letter under the ink bottle and placed it in the center of the table.
Immediately, Fang Xian picked up a suitcase, turned it out of the window, and left Roland Manor taking advantage of the last darkness before the dawn.
…
early morning.
Worcestershire, DeLand.
In a huge, gorgeously decorated restaurant.
"Cheers to our successful acquisition!"
Two well-dressed, handsome nobles with white and silver hair were enjoying breakfast.
A nobleman raised his glass and said: "After returning to the family this time, the family will definitely reward us heavily. Dick, maybe the position you have always wanted will be easily obtained."
"cheers!"
Dick Miller, who was sitting opposite, was in his twenties, his brows were furrowed, he seemed to be thinking about something, a little absent-minded.
This attitude was immediately felt by the companion opposite, who asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? You don't look good. Do you want to see a doctor?"
"No, I was just...shocked by the news."
Dick laughed dryly and pointed to a newspaper on the table.
There is a conspicuous title written on it - "'Gourmet' commits crime again! Who can stop the evil of ghouls?"
"Can you please stop mentioning those disgusting things while eating..."
The person opposite was eating strawberries. When he saw the bright red color in his hands, he felt nauseated.
"Feel sorry……"
Dick Miller apologized quickly, but said silently in his heart: 'You have no idea how sensational the top management of the mysterious world was last night... However, the existence of 'Dreamland' is a secret even to most mystics.
...'
There is no doubt that he is also a member of "Dreamland" and has personally experienced the shock of last night.