The Lord of Reincarnation

【Name: Fang Xian (Daniel)】

[Occupation: Alchemist (Level 3) | Warlock (Level 2)]

[Alchemy|Talent: Danger Premonition, Physical Enhancement, Invisible Skin, Animal Affinity, Soul Out of Body, Man of Steel]

[Taoism:? ? ? , martial arts:? ? ? , Weird:? ? ? 】

[Reincarnation: Charging]

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Fang Xian, who didn't feel sleepy at all, simply sat cross-legged, observing his attribute bar.

"The key to the first step of the 'Warlock's Tower' is 'inspiration', the key to the second step is 'stability', and the key to the third step is 'purification'... close to the source of its own mystery."

"But no matter how close it is, it can't compare to directly devouring the source!"

"I seem to be climbing the 'Tower of Warlocks', but in fact I am still walking the path of an alchemist... This third step should be to completely inherit and digest the level of an alchemist..."

For him, this step is very simple.

With just a thought, the symbol representing 'Alchemist (Level 3)' began to merge with 'Warlock (Second Step)'.

This has even been going on subtly for a long time.

Fang Xian clutched his heart.

He could feel the power overflowing from his true spirit, forming a 'source' at the heart.

This 'source' is not strong, but with every beat of the heart, strands of heat flow into the blood.

"Is this a modification of the body, and is it also the true meaning of 'bloodline'?"

"The 'bloodline warlock' on the third level already possesses certain dominant bloodline characteristics, which can be passed on to future generations, although it is very weak...and this is also a kind of shackle."

"Interesting... It's the first time I've seen that the way of an alchemist does not need to be cultivated, but is inherited through the blood of future generations..."

"Is this also the change the alchemist made to adapt to this world?"

This kind of transformation is not something that can be completed in a short time.

grunt!

Fang Xian's stomach growled suddenly, feeling a terrible sense of hunger rushing in, and the secretion of saliva accelerated.

"The transformation of the physical body requires a huge amount of energy...you need to eat!"

He rubbed his stomach, very speechless.

Going to the kitchen to steal something to eat at this time will definitely lead to a bad reputation, right?

Not to mention... There may not be much food left in the Roland family's kitchen.

...

The next day, early morning.

"Good morning!"

Pete yawned and walked into the dining room in his pajamas, only to see his brother who was wolfing down.

"I have a good appetite..."

He was inexplicably ashamed, feeling that his younger brother couldn't get enough to eat outside.

"Butler Mason, bring me a bacon omelette and milk, thank you..."

After sitting down reservedly, Pete gave instructions to the gray-haired butler standing beside him.

"Sorry...Master Pete, I've eaten all the bacon and eggs, and there's still a can of milk left..."

As soon as Mason finished speaking, Fang Xian grabbed the milk jug on the dining table and drank it directly.

"There's no more milk now..." Mason showed a wry smile.

"Okay... Occasionally skipping breakfast is good for your health, my personal doctor told me so, I should lose weight..."

Pete looked at his shriveled belly and smiled dryly twice.

"By the way, where is your wife? Are you married?"

After eating all the food on the table, Fang Xian wiped his lips with a napkin elegantly and asked.

"Lisa, she misses her parents too much, so she went home..."

Pete replied as if someone had slashed his face.

"oh oh."

Fang Xian gave Pete an expression that I understood, and wisely did not continue to ask, but said: "Trust me, the family's situation will get better."

"I hope so."

Pete drank a glass of water, felt even hungrier, and seemed to remember something: "By the way...you should prepare a set of hunting clothes, our county's customs, the fastest way to integrate into the local noble circle is to go together Go on a hunt . . . and when word of your return spreads, the invitation will surely come."

"Really? Then what else do I need to prepare?"

Fang Xian asked.

"A horse, the corresponding harness, including stirrups and saddles, and besides that, a shotgun. Although hundreds of years ago, the nobles preferred to use bows and arrows, but now they must keep pace with the times... If What's more, a hound and auxiliary grooms can also be prepared, they can help you find and pick up prey!"

Butler Mason bowed slightly to answer.

Pete's smile was a little stiff: "You can use my horse, no, I may also be invited, but our family only has 'Lightning' horse, and my father and I take turns to ride out for anything... You can rent a horse first." horses, but once or twice is okay. If you plan to live for a long time, you must have a horse, as well as shotguns, clothes, cloaks, leather boots... the total needs to be at least 50 gold Fisher, if you also need hounds and grooms If so, my God..."

"A noble family only has one horse, and if the father and son are invited to hunt, they will ride out... It sounds a bit like crying..."

Fang Xian slandered secretly, and took out a wallet from his arms: "I have 100 gold Fisher, take it and prepare it."

This is the last time I sold the 'Tiger Fighting Technique' to a black market merchant, and I haven't used it much.

At this time, Fang Xian began to suspect that the black market merchant did not intend to lower the price, but that maybe the other party did not know the value of the general combat technique of 'Tiger Fighting Technique'.

After all, the opponent's level of vision is still much worse than that of Mr. Mercury in "Dreamland", even if he is so many years older.

‘So, the platform is very important...In a place like ‘Dreamland’, even if you just walk around more, your experience and knowledge will be improved quickly...’

"Brother, are you so rich? Cough...I mean..."

Pete blurted out, and then tried to hide something, stuttering for a while.

Fang Xian waved his hand: "I know something about the family situation, so don't worry about it, just use it..."

Think about it, Pitt, the heir to the baron, probably had a bad time.

Even in the local aristocratic circle, it may be the object of ridicule.

It's also rare that he can last until now without collapsing.

'However... from today onwards, the situation will probably be a little different. '

Fang Xian had a premonition and looked in the direction of the gate.

There, Baron Andre Rolland, who had obviously been well-groomed, was ready to go out.

He was going to tell everyone that the Roland family had developed and became rich overnight.

‘Presumably after the water is muddied this time, some people will surface, right? '

Fang Xian looked forward to it.

After all, in the hands of those great nobles, there is a high probability that they have the complete inheritance of the 'Warlock's Tower'.