After hearing this, Varyan felt relieved, but Xia Lan's next words scared him so much that he almost fainted.
"If these lords weren't so difficult to deal with, this would be a good opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop."
"His Majesty!"
"Don't worry, I know what's going on."
Yawning, Xia Lan asked Varean to go out first, as he still had to write books to make money.
It was not until late at night that Xia Lan finished copying the knowledge that the divine power had passed on to him. He dragged his tired body to bed, ready to enter the kingdom of God in spirit to supervise Faaudis's practice.
As the omnipotent power of truth, Xia Lan rarely uses it unless absolutely necessary, because it is the thing that makes Phaudis continuously stronger. If one is missing, Phaudis' strength will slow down.
Although Arthurs has broken through to the sixth level, he has the strength of a young dragon by fusing the blood of a young dragon. If nothing unexpected happens, his strength will not increase for a long time. Only when Phaodis comprehends the divine power can his strength grow rapidly.
Just as she lay down, Xia Lan seemed to sense something, sat up and pulled out the Wind's Call that she always carried with her.
"Who?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared in Xia Lan's room.
"Practicing both magic and martial arts, no wonder your perception is so sharp."
The person who came was a forty-year-old man wearing a black cloak, who slowly walked out of the darkness.
"Ashe Mido, I didn't expect the famous Earl of Hanyue to be a sixth-level mage."
Xia Lan was very calm. She calmly inserted the Wind's Call into the scabbard, got out of bed, and welcomed the uninvited guest into the living room.
"What kind of tea?"
"Black tea with sugar, thank you."
The two of them exchanged pleasantries like old friends. Xia Lan handed Ash Mido the tea he had brewed. She crossed her legs and asked:
"What brings you here so late at night, Count?"
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