Chapter 313: Fully Armed

Crown returned to the mansion and checked the work of the animal trainers.

After the inspection, Fokine and Buster went out to play as usual, while Arcturus returned to the bear's den to continue working hard.

Feeling the moon dew continuously coming back through the invisible channel, Crown smiled with satisfaction.

It's like buying a stock. Regardless of whether it goes up or down, it feels great to get dividends every day.

He sat in a chair, recalling his conversation with Flanders.

As a man with normal physique and strong physical fitness, he is not opposed to finding a female companion.

However, he is now at the silver level, and it is very likely that he will be reproductively isolated from the other party. It may not be easy to leave Chinese seeds in this world.

After thinking for a while, he put the problem aside. He thought that there would always be a way out when the car reached the mountain, and it was not worth worrying about such things.

In my previous life, as a young man who had been beaten by society, I had no strong desire to get married, and not having offspring was not a big deal.

He saw clearly that the reason why the McLean family took the initiative to marry him was that they valued his development.

Without the halo of a silver-level warrior, he was no different from dust on the roadside in the eyes of those people.

He does not hate the other party's utilitarianism. If he puts himself in the other party's shoes, he would probably think the same way. Emotions without any utilitarian thoughts are a fairy tale.

"As a human being, you have to rely on yourself in the end."

Crown sighed, activated the time hourglass, and released bullet time.

For him, marriage is also a spice of life. Unless he stands at the top of the world and there is no room for improvement, experience is his most lasting motivation.

"I also want to experience what it feels like to be a god, so get ready."

The Savage Bone Breathing Technique was activated, and the silver dragon appeared joyfully.

After entering the fifth level, the blood shadow became much more agile than before, and its range of activity was also much wider.

If someone was present at this time, they would notice a hot cloud rising above his head and a scorching breath surging around his body, but the range was limited to one meter around his body.

The air flow is almost colorless. If the observer has good eyesight, he can see that the clouds gather and disperse from time to time, gathering like a dragon sucking water and dispersing like a canopy covering the body.

When the sands of time in the hourglass were exhausted and bullet time could not continue, he paused his breathing method, took out the golden spirit coins to absorb spiritual essence and replenish his spiritual power.

When the sand of time was full again, he continued to practice breathing techniques, over and over again.

When most of his strength was consumed, Crown stopped moving the Qi and blood, and waited until his body calmed down, then he summoned the golden wall.

Last night, he was so happy about his progress in the Barbarian Bone Breathing Technique that he forgot to verify his original hypothesis - the fifth-level breathing technique and the fourth-level Golden Light Spell should be combined to complement each other with maximum efficiency.

He memorized the proficiency of the two skills and closed his eyes.

Then a faint spiritual light emanated from his body, as if the moonlight was shining into the house, creating a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

A gecko poked its head out of the window, and in its wide-open eyes, the Jade Rabbit was rising in the east.

The visualized full moon exuded a cool divine power. When Crown's body also felt the chill, the full moon entered the Tianmu point between his eyebrows.

The full moon shines silently in the mind, and the consciousness seems to have brushed off a layer of dust, and suddenly feels refreshed.

Then the moon falls, passes through the body in a straight line and falls into the Tanzhong point, then moves horizontally to the left and settles in the heart.

Yin is at its extreme and Yang is born. The cold full moon is emitting a little red light, which is sweeping across the heart like a prairie fire. In an instant, the moonlight turns into sunlight, merging with the heart and emitting bright light.

Crown's consciousness was elevated, and he was thinking without sadness or joy. His body was a world of its own, isolated from the outside world. His heart was like a blazing sun, illuminating his internal organs, filling them with warmth.

Five minutes later, the red sun moved horizontally to the Danzhong point, fell into the Dantian below the navel, and thousands of golden rays of light penetrated the body.

The room was shining with golden light, and the gecko's eyes outside the window were stinging. It felt as if it had suddenly arrived in midsummer, with a rolling heat wave blowing towards it, and it immediately retracted its head to avoid it.

After a great cycle of visualization ended, Crown stopped and summoned the golden wall.

[Golden Light Mantra: 51836/300000; Level 4]

[Barbarian Bone Breathing Method: 119/80000; Level 5]

Just now, it took about seventeen minutes to visualize the Golden Light Mantra for a full cycle, and my proficiency increased by 29 points.

A few days ago, the value was 24 points, which is equivalent to a 20% improvement.

If there are five more points in one visualization, five visualizations are equivalent to six times before. This improvement in efficiency is extremely valuable.

Crown closed his eyes with a smile and continued to visualize.

The spring breeze swept through the treetops, the branches swayed, and a drizzle fell outside the window.

If the sky were not covered by gray fog, the years would seem peaceful.

Flanders House, guest room.

Eliza was wearing a white silk nightgown, lying on the bed in an ungraceful manner, revealing the beautiful valley below her collarbone.

She held her chin with her hand and blinked: "Sister Freya, what do you think of that guy? If you like it, I can quit."

Freya stroked her long hair scattered on her forehead with her green jade fingers. Her eyes were a little dazed and unwilling:

“We all understand that this time it was the family that took the initiative to form a marriage alliance. If the other party is really that outstanding, they would have chosen us.

I don’t like the feeling of being picked up as a commodity, nor do I like the feeling of powerlessness that I can’t control my own destiny.”

As she spoke, she bit her silver teeth.

Although she was also born into a legitimate family, her mother died early and her father found a new love. Although her stepmother did not treat her harshly, she never felt any warmth in her heart.

A few years ago, a man walked into her world and she felt how sweet it was to be loved.

Although the other party's family background is also prominent, it is a bit shabby compared to the McLean family.

In order to be with her beloved, she works very hard, hoping to go further on the path of being a transcendent and to be able to control her own destiny in the future.

"I'm a little tired after running all day. You should go back and rest."

Freya's tone was still cold as she ordered them to leave.

Tired? A Level 3 Transcendent would not feel tired even if he walked for two days and two nights! "Good night," Eliza secretly curled her lips and left with a wrinkled nose.

Once outside the room, her expression softened.

The larger the family, the less independent marriage is, and it always involves various exchanges of interests.

Eliza thought that since she couldn't make the final decision on her own, it would be nice to be able to choose a better one.

Today, her feelings towards her marriage partner are neither good nor bad.

But the other party was a silver-level transcendent, and this alone made her satisfied.

In a world where great power belongs to oneself, strength is the best passport.

Now that she had discovered that Freya seemed to have no intention of forming an alliance, she felt much better.

But she would not take it lightly, because who knows if today's conversation was just a smokescreen from the other party.

“Boom, boom!”

Plimpton knocked gently on the black walnut door of the study, and a shadow was cast on the smooth board.

Flanders put down the book he was holding and said, "Come in."

"Crunch"

The friction between the door and the ground made a very slight sound, but it was clearly audible in the ears of the two silver-level transcendents.

"Uncle, this door needs maintenance."

Plimpton smiled and pulled a chair to sit opposite the Archbishop.

“I’m used to it, and if it doesn’t make any sound, it feels like something is missing.

You came here so late, are you here to ask Clown what he thinks of Eliza and the others?"

Plimpton nodded slightly and said:

"Eliza and the other two are both very good. There is no way they will refuse the goodwill of the McLean family."

His tone was confident, as if everything was under his control.

"Crown did not refuse."

“If it’s convenient, I’d like to spar with him. Some people have a high enough realm, but lack the real fighting power.

There is no need to impose any restrictions. I control my power very precisely and will not hurt the opponent at all."

Flanders laughed. He stared at the seemingly elegant and confident, but actually aloof expression on the other side, and whispered:

"No problem. I also want to know about Clown's current combat capability."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"You'll arrange it?"

"No need, just tell him directly tomorrow."

"Okay," Purinton stood up calmly, "Uncle, I'm going back to rest. Good night."

Flanders looked up and asked, "Do I need to tell you who Crown's choice is?"

"Has he chosen yet?"

Plimpton turned around, a hint of contempt appearing at the corner of his mouth.

'You made the choice so quickly without even asking about their personalities, backgrounds and preferences. How greedy of you.

A country bumpkin who has never seen the world cannot be on the big stage even if he reaches the silver rank.'

"No, it doesn't matter to me who the other party chooses. My mission is to test the other party's potential, and then give him resources that match his own value as a dowry for the McLean family."

The door opened and then closed gently. Flanders frowned slightly and said to himself:

"You seemed polite when we first met, but you are actually quite arrogant. Maybe you don't think highly of me as your uncle."

Hamers Mine, miners' dormitory.

There were countless wine glasses scattered around the room, and the smell of beer and foot odor filled the air.

A few miners came in, burping, arm in arm.

A miner with dirty gray hair said drunkenly, "Dace, why are you sitting on the bed staring at me so late at night?"

“You don’t know, today a miner dug up a piece of cold jade and received a reward of 2,000 gold coins.

That bastard Dai Si was there at the time, so he must have been so jealous that he couldn't sleep, right?"

"Haha," the gray-haired miner approached Dess, patted him on the shoulder, and muttered:

"Go to bed, I often get rich in my dreams.

You don't have a penny in savings. If you don't go to the mine tomorrow, you'll be left with nothing."

Dai Si did not answer. His eyes stared at the wall very calmly, without moving.

The miners lay down on the big bunk bed one after another, and soon, snoring sounds were heard everywhere.

Only an oil lamp emitted a faint light, accompanying Dai Si as he sat in meditation.

It was late at night, and there was a drizzle outside the window. A beast roared from a distant place, but it was barely audible.

There was not much kerosene left in the oil lamp, and the flame gradually became weaker.

Dai Si's body was like a bag filled with water that was suddenly pierced by countless small needles, and blood gushed out in all directions.

The blood was like a dense fishing net, entangling the sleeping miners and penetrating into their bodies through the orifices.

Some miners were awakened from their sleep feeling unwell. They wanted to shout out loud, but more blood rushed into their mouths.

The sound of retching was heard, and then quickly died down.

Finally, Des's body stopped gushing blood. His body began to melt like a wax figure exposed to heat, and finally turned into a pool of blood mud.

Soon after, the sleeping miners opened their eyes, silently left their beds, opened the door and walked outside.

The night is only half over, and there is still a long time before sunrise.

Early morning at the Flanders Mansion training ground.

The rising sun emitted waves of annual rings, casting a shadow on the equipment at the edge of the training ground.

Plimpton was wearing a silver armor, looking very heroic.

This armor is mixed with mithril and thorium, and has very good toughness and high-strength hardness.

Sea threads can be seen on the armor. This is a high-level enchanted armor with a moonstone inlaid on the chest.

After activating the armor's enchantment array, you can speed up the breathing technique, improve the armor's defense, and increase the explosive power of the life force.

Ordinary enchanted armor only has the function of enhancing defense. Apart from the various churches of gods, only the McLean family possesses the secret forging technique that can amplify the explosive power of a knight's life force.

A one-handed sword was held in his hand, emitting a cold light.

On the guard of the sword, a pale golden silver ball shone, and the pale shadow of a giant dragon could be vaguely seen.

This is a soul-infused weapon, forged from a giant frost dragon.

Flanders frowned slightly when he saw his attire: "It's just a sparring match, isn't it?"

Is this a complete waste of all my belongings?! Be a decent person! "Equipment is also part of strength. I will show my strongest fighting power, which is also a kind of respect for the fighters who are participating in the competition."

Plimpton smiled faintly and continued:

"In a real battle, of course you have to use everything you can."

When Eliza and Freya learned that silver-level transcendents were competing, they arrived at the training ground early to watch the fight.

Freya agreed, "My cousin is right. The good equipment possessed by the extraordinary is also part of our strength. Fighting is not a joke. How can we tie our own hands and feet to fight?"

Eliza retorted, "It's just a friendly exchange."

She felt that her cousin was just using his power to bully others. Was it because Clown was younger than he was when he advanced to Silver? Inexplicably, Eliza was a little worried and prayed in her heart that the other party would not lose too badly.

Not to mention that the four people in the training ground were chatting, at this moment, Klauen just got off the carriage: "Harry, since you have become a third-level extraordinary person, the archbishop should let you go out to do things."

He thought he didn't need to accompany these people today, and was just about to train a few beasts, but the archbishop's attendant came to ask him to come again.

"The Archbishop said that he would wait until the war starts and then find an opportunity to let me go out and do some work."

"Well, the Archbishop is very kind to you. At the beginning of a war, we don't know how intense the war will be, nor do we know the enemy's methods, so it is quite dangerous.

We will wait until the situation becomes seesaw before letting you out, and your safety can be guaranteed."

"Yes, the Archbishop is very kind to me," Harry said with a smile.

"Your Excellency, please come this way. The Archbishop and his men are waiting for you at the training ground."

(End of this chapter)