Chapter 135: Family Breathing Technique

Lake Ness is located in a large canyon in the northern highlands of the Kingdom of the Golden Lion. Rumors of a "lake monster" have been circulating for hundreds of years.

Even the Anglican Archbishop of the Diocese of the Northern Province of the Golden Lion claimed that he had been attacked by a lake monster in Lake Ness, which further added to the authenticity of the rumor.

Ye Zhi thought to himself that, judging from the plot of the game, the so-called lake monster rumor was fake news released by the Mist believers in order to deceive the citizens for fun.

The identity of the Anglican Archbishop is somewhat intriguing.

As a follower of the Mist, what could be more pleasurable than infiltrating the enemy and rising to a higher position?

In the spring, Loch Ness is often shrouded in fog, and believers of the fog perform rituals on the shores of Loch Ness.

This was a good opportunity to be promoted to a trickster, and Ye Zhi did not intend to miss it.

Kendela and Yeats agreed to meet in Ingness, and then they would communicate by short messaging, and then he would turn into an albatross and leave.

Walking on the starlight, Yeats and Gray rode on horseback in the moonlit spring night.

Insects chirped crisply. Gray held the reins and looked at the town at the foot of the mountain, sighing:

"I can't believe half a year has passed so quickly... All thanks to you, Ye Zhi."

"Why are you praising me all of a sudden?"

Yeats said in confusion.

The girl with a ponytail looked at the stars and said with a smile, "Thanks to you, Morning Frost Ridge was able to survive the cold wave... Otherwise, many people would have lost their hometown."

Ye Zhi's eyes flickered slightly, and he recalled the fear about Gray that he had seen in the illusion.

She was afraid of being abandoned, afraid of being left without a place to live, afraid of not being able to find a home between humans and dragons.

"Aren't you going to go home, Gray?" Yeats said. "You mentioned that your elders were very kind to you."

"They don't have any sense of time. Sometimes they sleep for a very long time."

Gray said softly, "Besides... I actually think that staying in Morning Frost Ridge is pretty good..."

"I saw everyone fighting against the beast tide in the Ice City, I saw everyone working together to build the territory, and I saw many new magical pets joining Morning Frost Ridge."

"Compared to a monotonous life, I think every day with you is wonderful, Yeats." Gray smiled brightly, "I like it very much!"

"Even if you confess to me, I won't give you a raise." Ye Zhi said lightly.

Gray said shyly, "It's not a confession! It's the truth, no, it's just what I feel."

After saying that, Gray fell into silence in anger.

The territory was quite quiet at night, with shadows of trees swaying. Ye Zhi said leisurely, "As long as you are happy, it doesn't matter if you regard Morning Frost Ridge as your home."

Gray was slightly startled, and turned her head with some surprise, and saw that the silver-haired boy had a straight profile and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Gray, Morningfrost Ridge is your homeland at all times."

Gray's eyes gleamed, and then she laughed shyly twice, looked up at the starry sky, and said happily:

"It's decided! I want to find out the truth about the lake monster!"

"And then?" Yeats asked calmly.

"Then I'll give you the lake monster and see how you make it into a dish!"

Gray was in high spirits.

Ye Zhi: “…”

Have you gone from resisting eating Warcraft food to actively helping to find Warcraft ingredients?

Grey, you scored a perfect score! *Yeats decided to take the sea route to Ingness this time, traveling with Grey and Fokasse.

One of the main goals of this trip is to find the Scorpion Tailed Lion and cook it to help Phocas recover again.

Judging from the progress of the construction of the castle manor, when I return from this trip, I will be able to live the life of a "manor lord"...

Richie's management ability is quite outstanding. As the saying goes, one should trust the people he employs. Yeats plans to let him take charge of the administration during the trip.

But in general, the territory is still in a stage of talent shortage.

In addition, the total number of extraordinary people is still quite small, and recruiting talents is also part of Ye Zhi's plan.

Morningfrost Ridge, Whitefish Harbor.

The sea breeze was salty and the wooden pier looked a little shabby.

There were several small fishing boats lying on the beach. A fisherman who was drying his fishing nets looked at the fleet appearing from the horizon with a shocked look on his face.

Leading the way was a two-masted sailing ship with flamethrowers called "Sea Fire" installed on the bow and stern. The crew on the deck were in solemn military appearance, just like a well-trained army!

Li Xi disguised himself as an old man and said respectfully to the gray-haired man on the boat:

"Master Wilson Bronte, Master Yeats has been waiting for you in the banquet hall for a long time."

The gray-haired man, wearing a chainmail shirt, a cloak with a family crest, and a command sword at his waist, nodded calmly and said in a businesslike tone: "Take me to see His Excellency the Baron."

In Whitefish Harbor, in a small castle built of granite.

The banquet hall was filled with the aroma of delicious food: pan-fried cod fillet, caviar, chickpea lamb stew, pork pie, blood pudding...

The gray-haired man cut a piece of sturgeon, put it into his mouth and tasted it carefully, nodded slightly, and then looked at Yeats who was sitting in the main seat with sharp eyes.

"To be honest, I am surprised," Wilson Bronte said. "Your ability is far beyond my imagination, Yeats."

The news that Ye Zhi led Morning Frost Ridge through the cold wave has spread throughout the northern province.

When Wilson heard the news, he felt indescribably complicated.

Shock, doubt, and even a hint of jealousy...Wilson had already been prepared for Yeats's sacrifice and had an imaginary sadness about it.

In his imagination, Wilson saw his brother as a martyr of the family, and he himself was immersed in grief and could only move forward.

However, when his brother actually survived and did better than him, Wilson felt quite strange.

Considering that there was no substantial conflict of interest between the two and that there would be a possibility of cooperation in the future, Wilson suppressed the strangeness in his heart.

Yeats didn't have time for brotherly play-acting; he asked Wilson to come because he was the right person to work with.

"Brother, we don't have to be polite." Ye Zhi said calmly, "I want you to patrol the surrounding waters of Whitefish Port and ensure that Whitefish Port is not attacked by pirates in the next three months. And take me to Granite Port, and I will give you a satisfactory reward."

Three months was enough time for the machinist Finn to build a few coastal defense guns. Although their firepower could not compare with the cannons on the royal sailing ships, they were more than enough to fight against mortal pirates.

Granite Harbor is the only way to Ingfors, and traveling by sea is much faster than traveling by land.

After listening to Yeats' request.

Wilson secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When the family business was divided after my father's death, I did owe my younger brother.

Now that his younger brother had put aside his past grudges and demonstrated his own capital, Wilson was also willing to cooperate with him - who cares if you make money? The two quickly agreed on the specific remuneration for the commission.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

Wilson's offer was not high, and Yeats suspected that this family relationship played some role, which was better than nothing.

At this time, Wilson's peripheral vision fell on Fokasse behind Yeats.

Wilson's eyes flashed, and he noticed that Fokasi's hunched back had straightened up. He asked in surprise, "Fokasi, are you recovered?"

Fokasi said modestly: "To Earl Wilson, it was the young master who helped me recover to the second ring."

Yeats actually has this ability?

Wilson was stunned, and then his mood became a little heavy.

Both myself and Yeats were very close to Fokasse when they were children.

And now, a very thick barrier seemed to have been formed between himself and Fokase.

Wilson felt a mixture of guilt and arrogance in his heart, and nodded indifferently, "So that's how it is."

"You probably don't know yet, Earl Wilson, that the young master has been promoted to a second-ring knight."

Fokasi raised his eyes, staring at Wilson, whose face was filled with shock, and reminded him, "According to the rules set by the master...should I teach the young master the Breathing Method inherited from the family of Bronte?"

Yeats noticed that Wilson's eyes turned toward him in disbelief.

It was as if he was sizing up a stranger, examining himself back and forth.

Anyone who heard that a useless person with no talent for cultivation had risen two levels in just half a year would be overwhelmed! In response, Ye Zhi smiled politely, revealing the aura of a two-level knight.

Wilson's pupils shrank into a point.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth twitched, forcing an awkward smile.

Ye Zhi guessed that this cheap brother had already begun to regret coming to the banquet.

"By the way, it turns out that Brondi has a breathing method passed down from his family?"

Yeats thought to himself:

"My previous life didn't even know about this! How stupid and ignorant!"

The knight's breathing method is similar to the mage's meditation method. Different breathing methods will provide different benefits to the knight.

Strictly speaking, breathing techniques fall under the category of 'combat skills', and 'combat skills: breath recovery' is the most basic breathing technique.

The reason why a family is powerful is usually inseparable from its inherited martial arts, and the inherited breathing method is often used in conjunction with the inherited martial arts.

In order to obtain Brondi's breathing method, Fokasi was not even afraid of being hated by Wilson... Yeats glanced at the old knight and felt a warm feeling in his heart.

Wilson seemed to have gone through a fierce ideological struggle, and finally took out a sheepskin-covered book with strange waves flowing in it from a small bag that looked like a space bag.

This space bag worth more than three thousand gold coins made Ye Zhi envious.

I'll borrow one from Teacher Kendela some other day!

"Indeed... This is the rule set by my father. Anyone who is promoted to a knight in the family can learn this breathing method..."

Wilson's tone was somewhat reluctant, but he still handed the book to Yeats.

"Bull Breathing: Rare. Increases your strength and stamina, and improves stamina recovery efficiency. Additional combat skill: Ground Stomp. Mastery progress: 0%."

Ye Zhi looked at the identification information appearing before his eyes and his heart moved.

There is the Bull Breathing Technique, so is there also the Wolf Fenrir Breathing Technique, or the Giant Serpent Jörmungandr Breathing Technique? Hmm... Bards are indeed lacking in stamina, so it's time to learn it!

Books have a similar effect to scrolls; simply by flipping through them and sensing the fluctuations in mana, you can increase your mastery progress.

In the next three days, Yeats, Gray and Fokasse boarded Wilson's ship and arrived at Granite Harbor.

Ye Zhi discovered that his talent for practicing combat skills was much better than his talent for magic, probably due to the Apple of Youth.

In just three days, he had mastered 30% of the Bull Breathing Technique and was able to use the accompanying combat skill, Ground Stomp.

The specific performance of this fighting skill is: stomping the feet.

Disadvantage: Legs may get numb easily.

Seagulls fly and dolphins can be seen over the granite harbor.

Gray lay in front of the guardrail, looking at the port town, and said in surprise:

"Yeats! Lots of granite houses!"

Yeats: "…why else is this port called this?"

(End of this chapter)