Chapter 253: Everyone is shocked, Ye Zhi's archery talent

At sunset, the stanza comes to an end.

The crown was won by Yeats Brown. The news had spread throughout London and caused quite a stir in the aristocratic circles.

The Brontë family was once prominent, and Yeats, the youngest son of his family, once attracted much attention. Many nobles were thinking about marrying a Brontë and tried every means to find out news about Yeats.

But after the youngest son showed no extraordinary talent, the nobles who were waiting for the engagement lost interest. In this extraordinary era, it is okay to be weak, but if you don’t even step into the threshold of being extraordinary, you have almost lost the qualification to become a noble and will become a laughing stock.

The reason for this is that the union of extraordinary people is more likely to give birth to extraordinary people. And a member of an extraordinary family who has no talent at all is likely to be regarded as having a bloodline defect and a lowly origin.

Bloodline and origin are linked to power, and power is linked to class. It is not surprising that an untalented young child would find it difficult to be accepted by the nobles and would be ridiculed.

However, all the discussions and criticisms about Yeats in London have been replaced by confusion and shock today.

In the poetry festival with the participation of five-ring poets like Liergo, Yeats Bronte proved his reputation as the "poet chosen by God" and won the first event of the competition with an absolute lead and the blessing of the goddess of youth! This means that he has obtained the qualification to be personally received by His Majesty the King, and his future achievements may not be limited to the five-ring hero!

Even the declining Bronti family may be revived in Yeats's hands and once again become one of the six ducal families of the Golden Lion Kingdom!

That night, whether at the dining table in the noble manor or in the hall of the lord's castle, the topics discussed by nobles of all sizes were closely related to the name "Yeats".

What's more, when he learned that Yeats was not married, he was overjoyed and immediately prepared a marriage engagement letter.

The strength of the dukes of the Golden Lion Kingdom varies, most of them are between four and five rings. Wick and Lannister have the strongest foundations, and both dukes are long-established five-ring heroes.

The Duke of Cornwall is only eight years old, but as a descendant of the Black Prince, his bloodline is extremely powerful and has now reached the second ring level. This potential is one of the reasons why he can inherit the dukedom.

Now, although everyone is still unclear about Yeats's strength, the potential he has shown to gain the favor of gods and the recognition of heroes has already proved his extraordinaryness! Duke Vic once met Yeats and listened to his performance of the "Moonlight Sonata". No matter how well he plays the music, he is just a musician, but if Yeats can become a five-ring hero, everything will be very different!

Elsa was close to Yeats, and the Duke of Wick had originally been quite critical of this. However, after hearing the news that Yeats had won the championship, the Duke of Wick agreed to Elsa's request that evening and allowed her to attend the dinner party hosted by Lady Matilda Lee with Yeats.

The Duke of Lannister also has a manor in London, which allows him to go in and out of the Lion Palace and understand the physical condition of the Golden Lion King so that he can make early plans for the future.

In the eyes of the Duke of Lannister, Yeats is an ally worth winning over.

"Among the duke's children, you and Calvin Thomas are strong contenders for the championship of this competition, but now you still need to beware of Yeats."

Lannister frowned slightly: "I only heard that he managed his territory very well and is a rare management talent, but even if he is the chosen one of the gods of art, no matter how fast his strength grows, he is definitely not your opponent.

"This conference is only open to nobles under the age of 30. You must seize this opportunity to enhance the reputation of Lannister!" The Duke of Lannister encouraged solemnly.

June Lannister was somewhat helpless and said:

"Father, you may not know that Ye Zhi, like me, has already reached the fourth ring. He is probably also a sword-dancing poet who is good at swordsmanship!"

The Lord of Lannister was slightly startled, then frowned tightly, stroking the ruby ​​ring on his broad finger, and pondered: "The old fox Brondi's plan is so far-reaching, did he leave all the resources to his youngest son?"

"Father, I didn't hear what you said."

"It's okay." The Duke of Lannister said calmly, "You will attend the Duke of Cornwall's dinner with Yeats tonight. Remember to observe etiquette and don't embarrass Lannister."

"As you command." June thought to himself, when Ye Zhi and I work together to catch the Blood Spider, it will definitely surprise my stubborn father! Wilson Bronty, Ye Zhi's elder brother, was a little confused when he heard the news. He confirmed with the messenger many times before he learned that it was indeed his younger brother who won the crown.

Wilson was overwhelmed with emotions, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or bitter. He just felt that Yeats had become very unfamiliar. He sat at his desk, tore up several pieces of letter paper, and finally wrote a stiff and polite letter to his brother, which he sent to Silver Birch Manor to express his condolences.

"Won't you go and visit him in person? He is your own brother," asked the Countess.

"I ignored him when he was down and out, and visited him when he was prominent, which made me seem particularly hypocritical." Wilson smiled bitterly, "Knowing that he is talented and has a bright future, I feel relieved."

"But you are the head of the Bronti family after all." The Countess sighed.

"With Yeats's achievements, he could have opened a separate page in the family tree and established a branch."

Wilson shook his head: "At least we are still brothers in name only. It is enough to show some courtesy."

Lion Palace.

Dusk permeated the tall and solemn royal palace. Shadows divided the empty hall into light and darkness. In the dim light, the aging king was sleepy. He rested his hands on the armrests of the throne to support his head and said in a tired voice:

"You mean, Bronte's youngest son has been confirmed as the chosen one by the goddess of art, and has won the championship in the first event?"

"Yes." Colin, the King's Hand, nodded. "I have met the Duke of Browndy. He is a remarkable man. Yeats Browndy also has some of the charm of his father."

The Lionheart King suddenly smiled and said, "More than forty years ago, I, who was not favored by outsiders, was crowned king here. Brondi stood in your place and swore to be loyal to me forever."

"Now, he has left me, but my youngest son, who he did not favor, has come to the capital and revealed his ability to the world..."

The Lionheart tried hard to stand up. Colin hurried forward, but was blocked by the Lionheart with his hand.

The elderly man walked out from the darkness, and in the golden afterglow, his eyes were as sharp as a lion.

"Colin, I will attend the next project in person."

"Yes, sir."

"I want to see this Yeats Brown in person—"

The Lionheart narrowed his eyes, a cluster of afterglow reflected in his eyes, as if burning.

"How does he compare to his father? Is he qualified to be the Duke of Protectorate?"

*Silver Birch Manor.

Yeats got off the carriage and went straight to the quiet room, instructing the butler not to see anyone.

"As you wish." The butler bowed respectfully.

Ye Zhi came to the quiet room, which was surrounded by stone walls on all sides. It was empty and had no furnishings at all, which was perfect for meditation and practice. Taking out the laurel potion from the space bag, Ye Zhi sat cross-legged.

This bottle of five-ring potion contained a bit of divine light. The liquid shone with golden light and looked very beautiful in the transparent container.

Because the laurel potion is a five-ring potion made of a large number of rare herbs, the power contained in it also enhances Ye Zhi's soul power. Although it cannot directly make Ye Zhi a five-ring hero, it is more than enough to achieve the peak of the fourth ring.

The little squirrel stood on the ground, looking at the golden potion in Ye Zhi's hand, and was amazed:

"It seems that the God of Light has left many traces in this world... You should be thankful, Ye Zhi."

"What are you thankful for?"

"Luckily there are no cardinals from the College of Cardinals present." Diamond said carelessly, "When they see the divinity of light, it's like seeing the murderer of their father. They will wipe it out at all costs."

Ye Zhi was surprised and asked, "Why is that?"

Zuanya chuckled and said, "Who knows? Maybe there are many people in this world who worship the God of Light, but where has the power of faith gone?"

Ye Zhi frowned slightly: "You mean, after the death of the God of Light, Holy Light is the current God of Light. The Church does not want to see anything related to the God of Light appear, in order to monopolize the power of faith?"

This time it was Zuanya's turn to be surprised. He looked at Ye Zhi for a long time and said vaguely, "Drink the medicine. I'll watch you drink it. If anything goes wrong, I can help you."

"Just don't make things worse."

After Ye Zhi and Zuan Ya had finished arguing, he immediately gathered his thoughts and drank the bottle of laurel potion in one gulp.

His throat felt like it was burning with pain. Ye Zhi lowered his head and could actually see with his naked eyes a ball of bright light that was constantly shining inside his body.

"How does it feel?" Zuanya asked curiously.

Ye Zhi smacked his lips and said, "I drank it too fast. I couldn't taste it."

After a pause, Ye Zhi drank the last drop of potion in the bottle, was silent for a moment, and said, "It's a bit like osmanthus dew, with a refreshing fragrance."

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

Zuan Ya was speechless and said, "I'm asking you about your soul realm, and whether there have been any changes!"

Yeats looked inward at the soul realm in his body. Above the boundless soul water, the tree of life grew luxuriantly and became even stronger. Four rings of life shone on the trunk, showing the luster of bronze, silver, gold and diamond respectively.

When you reach the five-ring heroic level, the fifth ring of life will light up, taking on a dark gold color.

Usually, the soul realm of extraordinary people is very peaceful, with only the water of soul and the tree of life. A few lucky ones or God's chosen ones who are blessed will have more divine symbols such as moonlight and shadow in their soul realm.

Ye Zhi looked at his soul realm, feeling quite helpless.

Aurora, moonlight, shadow, magic, blood, wild hunt, fog... Like a big fight, all kinds of divinity gathered together in the soul realm.

No one can use both the Dark Night and Moonlight spells at the same time, and Ye Zhi is no exception. In his body, the two divinities of Moonlight and Dark Night started fighting again.

The magic deity tried to mediate the fight, but Ye Zhi's magical talent was almost zero, and it was not much better even after becoming God's Chosen One.

On the contrary, the divinity of the dark night and moonlight in Yeats' body was particularly strong. They wrestled with each other and splashed water everywhere. Soon, the magical divinity was beaten aside and became autistic.

Ye Zhi: “…”

Why is it like raising a bunch of naughty kids?

Near the two divinities, there is a group of fog watching silently, and whenever it sees something exciting, it will surge like applause.

Yeats sighed silently, this child is just like Daisy.

Yeats himself did not cultivate the Wild Hunt divinity too much, but the Wild Hunt was very consistent with himself, and even had the faint outline of the animal.

It is still unclear what kind of animal it is, but once the outline is complete, the power of the Wild Hunt's Blessing will be doubled.

The blood divinity is quite barren, because it was born from the blessing of the Black Knight. Under Ye Zhi's intentional control, it is now forming a silk cocoon, like a seed, which can provide Ye Zhi with scarlet fighting spirit.

After being blessed by the goddess of art again, the aurora in Yeats' body became more beautiful, floating above the Tree of Life, completely uninvolved in the dispute.

The reason why there are so many divinities is because the principle of blessing is that the extraordinary people use a ray of divinity that the gods inject into their soul realm.

Yeats had the panels to himself, no divine conflict to worry about, and so many blessings that the soul realm looked like a crowded subway.

Ye Zhi's consciousness floated in the soul realm. He looked up at a ball of light gradually descending from the sky and murmured, "Another new guest."

The light divinity provided by the [Laurel Potion] tried to take root in Ye Zhi's soul realm, instantly attracting the attention of all divinities.

Since the original owner of this light divinity had already died, the light divinity had no consciousness and was like an empty shell, falling down on its own.

The atmosphere suddenly became hostile.

Ye Zhi was getting a little anxious. If he didn't digest the divine nature of light, he wouldn't be able to obtain the power in the [Laurel Potion] at all! At this time, the mistletoe parasitic on the Tree of Life took action.

The mistletoe shot out like a sharp sword, instantly cutting the divinity of light into pieces and devouring it in an instant!

Ye Zhi was stunned.

Do you two have a grudge against each other or something? Why do you start chopping people to pieces right away?

The next moment, Ye Zhi felt something in his heart. The little remaining divine power of light in the Silver Sword was replenished! The mistletoe carried the power of light and took root in the Tree of Life again. The nutrients returned to the trunk, and Ye Zhi's soul power increased dramatically! Ye Zhi's breathing was short and his heart was shocked. In just a short moment, the fifth ring on the Tree of Life was about to be ignited.

I have reached the peak of the fourth ring!

Outside, Zuanya looked at Ye Zhi with his eyes closed and his expression changing constantly, and was quite surprised.

"Huh? In such a short time, he has actually digested the divine power of light in the laurel potion?"

Immediately, Zuanya suddenly realized: "Oh, right, he has the Silver Oak Sword, the artifact that shot and killed the God of Light, and it can actually devour light!"

【You have obtained a new talent! 】

Ye Zhi opened his eyes, his eyes lit up slightly, and then he exhaled slowly.

Hearing the pleasant reminder sound in his ears, Ye Zhi couldn't help but smile.

Not only did he reach the peak of the fourth ring, but he also gained talents that were enough to make up for his shortcomings!

[Talent: Hitting the target with a hundred steps: Your archery proficiency has reached the expert level. You will gain benefits when you perform crossbow-type combat skills. (This talent can grow with the improvement of the Ring of Life)]

The 'Expert' proficiency level, corresponding to the Five Rings Hero, is already at the same level as Ye Zhi's swordsmanship proficiency level!

This talent can be combined with the two blessings of 'Ten Thousand Arrows' and 'Demon-Sealing Arrows' to greatly enhance Ye Zhi's combat capability.

After digesting this bottle of laurel potion, if Ye Zhi encounters a vampire marquis like Dracula again, he can kill him by himself!

Ye Zhi nodded with satisfaction: "Under the hail of arrows, the power of our famous family is fully demonstrated!"

(End of this chapter)