After secretly returning to Firenster and confirming that he had inadvertently created a perfect 'death concealment', Fang Xian was speechless.
'Because the secret existence of the 'Lord of Spiders' was of high enough rank, he even vented his anger and destroyed the surrounding area, achieving the perfect effect of 'destroying corpses and eradicating traces'... Even the Mysterious Academy can't find any clues.'
'That is to say...if Daniel Roland never appears again, he will be an unlucky guy who has been confirmed to have died in a mysterious accident?'
'It's a perfect identity concealment, but I feel sorry for the Roland family...'
Following a thought, Fang Xian returned to Worcestershire.
He used [Invisible Skin] and Shi Shiran walked into Roland Manor.
The early morning light shines into the window, casting golden yellow spots full of vitality.
The kitchen is busy, with the butler directing the maids to clean the restaurant and place the tableware.
Mr. and Mrs. André seemed to have risen and were ringing the bell to summon their maid.
Peter was hiding on the balcony, smoking a cigarette and looking into a room from time to time.
After a while, Lisa came out: "Little Charles is still sleeping, so don't disturb him. Let's go to the restaurant."
"OK."
Peter put out his cigarette and put his arms around his wife's waist.
It seems that after the Roland family became rich, the relationship between the two of them eased a lot.
As Peter walked away, he kept talking: "I don't know where Daniel has gone. This kid has never had a hobby of traveling before. I suspect that is his excuse for resisting the engagement... Really, if you don't want to get married, you can just say so."
Well, ah! Why are you pinching me?"
…
Fang Xian looked at this scene, his expression became a little soft.
He walked into the room that Lisa had just entered and saw a maid taking care of another sleeping child, probably only about two or three years old.
The maid was already yawning, but now she felt a strong sense of sleepiness coming over her, and she lay down beside the bed and fell asleep.
In the empty air, Fang Xian's figure slowly emerged.
"In this world... you still have to master a certain amount of extraordinary power in order to better protect yourself. Unfortunately... most people don't have the 'qualifications'..."
"Actually, in the theory of occultism, everyone has spirituality and can theoretically become an extraordinary person, but most people will fall at the first level and lose control at the [Despicable Potato] stage... Maintaining stability requires
Talent, and delicate psychology..."
While he was talking, Charles did not wake up. He would pout from time to time. His little face was round, sensual, and very cute.
"Among the many professions, my path is the most different...it is passed down through blood!"
Fang Xian stretched out his right hand, his thumb became sharp, and he scratched his index finger.
Tick tock!
A drop of dark red blood fell on the sleeping nephew's face.
Little Charles frowned. The drop of blood did not roll off, but began to penetrate strangely.
"Of course I will not give birth to a child in this world, but I can give you the glory of bloodline transformation, so that when you grow up, you will become an extraordinary 'alchemist'!"
Fang Xian murmured to himself, watching as the drop of blood merged into Charles's blood, turning into streaks of red blood that spread throughout his body.
This scene looked so terrifying that Charles almost woke up and burst into tears.
But Fang Xian waved his hand, and the power of 'Dreamland' directly blocked this place, preventing any sound from leaking out. It also added a layer of seal to the bloodline, so that it would only be released slowly with age, not all at once.
burst out.
Charles turned around, all the strange things on his body disappeared, and fell asleep again.
"Well...according to my seal, you will follow the path of a warlock when you are fifteen years old, and you will grow to the level of [Tempered Black Iron] within three years...and you will have my inheritance in your blood.
, Silver’s road will be extremely smooth.”
Fang Xian glanced around, lifted the 'blockade', and prepared to leave the mansion.
At the same time, his expression suddenly became a little strange.
His figure became illusory again, he walked out of the bedroom and came to the dining room.
After looking at the two couples, Andre and Peter, for the last time, Fang Xian left Roland Manor without looking back.
…
Dreamland.
Acelu came to the square and saw a lot of lively transactions.
'Since the update of 'Dreamland', all members' enthusiasm for trading has been unleashed... Well, a safe and convenient trading channel is indeed a miracle in the mysterious world... Not to mention, 'item transfer' and 'contract'
Notarization only requires mysterious power. Although it is slightly more, members can afford it... Lord Crow is so generous... If he, no, he collects taxes, he may be able to accumulate it in a very short period of time.
Wealth that would make even kings jealous...'
He looked around casually and found several items and materials that he was eager for, but he endured it and did not forget his mission.
Acelu came to the white jade pillar in the center, pressed his palms on the smooth surface, and silently recited: "Your Excellency, 'Crow', I have brought news about the Immortal Dragon."
The next moment, he felt the surrounding environment change and came to the hall again.
Lord ‘Crow’ sits high on the throne and looks down: “Tell me...”
"Your Excellency the Immortal Dragon has visited several great sages in the Tower of Wisdom Sage, obtained their support, and contacted the two true gods of the Narnias Empire. The two existences agreed to negotiate and can send
Come incarnate... They all agree that the most suitable meeting place is the 'Dreamland'!"
"Can!"
Fang Xian thought for a while.
In the past, the "Dreamland" excluded the king, which was due to the setting of the original one. Now its owner is himself, and of course it can be changed.
'But by letting the hidden existence enter the 'Dreamland', is there a possibility of invading my authority?'
'So... we can't negotiate at the core position, directly draw an isolation area, and directly divide and exclude if there is any change...'
With thoughts swirling in his mind, Fang Xian raised his hand.
Ten star-like light spots fell and turned into tickets to the ‘Dreamland’.
Unlike those iron pieces, they all exude the luster of silver, like exquisite works of art.
"This is an 'invitation letter' that can allow the being above the king to enter the 'Dreamland'!"
Fang Xian continued.
"According to your will, Lord Crow."
Aislu quickly put the invitation away, understanding what Lord Crow meant.
It is always the small group of people who really determine the fate of the world. Ten quotas are enough.