Black Book

Chapter 49 He Speaks

Feng Zhaobai was silent for a long time, sighed a little tiredly, and patiently started explaining from the most basic part.

"The material used for the dragon emblem is [Phantom Gold] produced in the Nine Heavens Secret Realm."

"After it is refined and formed together with your soul bloodline, its texture can change as the strength of your self-existence increases. The professional term is called [energy level transition]."

"Similar to the concept of the same name in chemistry, the microscopic material form of [Phantom Gold] changes after the transition, and its visible light representation also changes accordingly, from the most primitive black iron color, to bronze, then to silver, gold, and finally to purple gold like me."

"The changes in texture actually represent the reorganization of its internal crystal structure. After each change, its strength can withstand a magical casting."

"It is important to note that these magical powers are solidified together with your soul and bloodline and cannot be changed. When you ascend to the upper heaven in the future, you can continue to strengthen these magical powers."

“So, no matter which rank you ascend to in the future, these five levels of magical powers will be with you for the rest of your life and become your innate magical powers. You must choose carefully.”

At this point, Feng Zhaobai saw Zhu Haomiao looking confused and conflicted, and suddenly smiled.

"But there is no need to worry about the first magical power position. There is a universally recognized must-have option."

"Ah? A required option?"

"[Reading Others' Words] is a simplified version of the Buddhist [Reading Others' Minds]. In the West, it is called [Knowing Languages]. Without this magical power, you will not be able to take a single step in the Illusionary Realm of the Heavens."

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao hammered his palm and suddenly realized.

Yup!

These past two days, I have found it very difficult to understand Chinese with a strong dialect accent, let alone going to other worlds!
Seeing Zhu Haomiao's expression, Feng Zhaobai nodded with relief and extended his hand to him.

"Give me the dragon emblem for a moment."

"Brother Feng, doesn't the seal casting ability require contribution points?"

"Other countries or forces still have to collect money, but we don't need it. This is China's welfare."

After taking the dragon emblem handed over by the young man, Feng Zhaobai stood up and left the reception room.

Not long after, a beautiful girl with waist-length hair walked into the room holding a complete set of equipment and looked at Zhu Haomiao with curiosity.

"Student Zhu, this is the equipment you ordered. There is a changing room over there."

"Thank you."

Zhu Haomiao politely took the equipment from her hand, went to the changing room, took off his patched and worn clothes, and put on new equipment one by one.

A few minutes later, looking at the slender and tall young man in black in the mirror, Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

The close-fitting nano combat suit is integrated, light, and comfortable, allowing large range of movements without feeling any obstruction, and one may even forget its existence.

The black slim-fit outfit on the outside doesn't have too many frills, with only some gold dragon patterns inlaid on the edges. It looks "ordinary" at first glance, but a closer look reveals a sense of low-key luxury.

He closed the jet-black cloak and put on the eagle-like hood, which instantly reminded Zhu Haomiao of a game called Assassin's Creed in his previous life.

Gotta find a place to "sneak in" tonight!
Zhu Haomiao, who was in a playful mood, moved his limbs gently, but the next second, his excited brows slowly frowned and he felt the soreness and stinging in every muscle.

"........."

Have you not recovered from the aftereffects of fighting the zombies the day before yesterday?
He clenched his fist. If he didn't use much force, the feeling wouldn't be obvious, but if he did, he would clearly feel the stinging pain. Zhu Haomiao looked down at himself and pursed his lips in disgust.

What a fragile body... Putting down his hood, Zhu Haomiao walked out of the changing room. The two figures in the reception room's eyes lit up when they saw him.

Although the boy is not tall and strong, his proportions are very harmonious, giving him a slender and handsome look.

Coupled with the indescribable sense of power and oppression between his brows, he makes people feel like a prince who is about to take revenge.

"Student Zhu, the skills have been injected, and the seal of [He Yan Tong] has also been cast. Keep it."

Zhu Haomiao took the dragon emblem handed to him by Feng Zhaobai with both hands and nodded gratefully.

"Thank you, Brother Feng."

"You're welcome. You've overdrawn 70 contribution points in total, and you still have 40 points of credit left. You can come and redeem them anytime you need them."

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao's eyes moved.

"Can I exchange it for silver?"

"Uh... yes, but I don't recommend it. The general equivalent of the Fantasy Realm is of little significance to us personally. Only large-scale development at the national level will require a little reserve. Moreover, this kind of downward conversion is not cost-effective. After all, silver cannot be reversed into contribution points."

He hesitated for a second, but thinking of the inhumane sesame cakes he had eaten in the past two days and the delicious meal at Xinghualou, Zhu Haomiao's eyes instantly became as determined as joining the party.

Money is not everything, but having no money is absolutely impossible!

I never want to eat those bitter, astringent, dry and prickly sesame cakes again!
On the other side, Feng Zhaobai seemed to see Zhu Haomiao's determination and sighed.

"How about this, I will lend you some money as a personal loan. How much do you want? Is one thousand taels enough?"

"what?!"

Zhu Haomiao was stunned for a second and looked at Feng Zhaobai suspiciously, not understanding why he cared so much about him.

If it could be considered as official business before, now he is helping himself in his personal capacity!
After having a meal at Xinghualou, which is known as the top restaurant in Magic City in this plane, Zhu Haomiao also gained a rough understanding of the current purchasing power of silver.

A feast prepared by the royal chef himself, plus a bottle of top-quality ten-year-old Huadiao wine, cost less than twenty taels of silver in total.

Of course, it is possible that the shopkeeper gave him a big discount for the sake of An Rong and others, and maybe he only charged the cost price...

But no matter how you calculate it, the purchasing power of silver is quite strong. A strong laborer's monthly salary is only about one or two taels of silver, which is barely enough to support a family.

An adult slave cost only a dozen taels of silver, and a few taels of silver could buy someone a leg, an arm, or even a life!

In troubled times, human life is worthless, and one thousand taels of silver is definitely a huge sum of money that can cause a bloody storm.

Senior Brother Feng just lent it to me so casually. Could he have any intention?

Oops!

He doesn't want me to apply for a credit card from him, does he?
Or is he some top rich guy?
Seeing the boy's alert and confused eyes, Feng Zhaobai instantly understood his thoughts and grinned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"This is your first time entering the Fantasy Realm, so you may not know that we, the Adventers, have 10,000 ways to cash in our extraordinary powers. The simplest and most brutal way is to rob the thieves, or find some big bad guys to kill, and then all his money will be yours. What's more..."

Feng Zhaobai pointed at the purple-gold dragon emblem on his chest with pride in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)