Lord of the Continent [Western Fantasy]

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the luxurious white carriage stopped at the gate of the manor.

Salinger sat in the car, looked at the pocket watch in his pocket, and sighed softly.

Sir Earl Xihumi should be home around this time, right?Thinking of the Hughes butler saying "My adults have to go to bed at ten o'clock", Salinger can't help but feel a little guilty.

If he hadn't pulled the earl to talk about the elves, the other party would not have been delayed, but fortunately, no family members criticized him.

not like myself...

Thinking of these, the joy at the auction was instantly diluted, and Salinger got off the carriage sadly.

The middle-aged butler, who was not angry and assertive, had been waiting at the gate of the manor with several attendants and knights for a long time. When he saw his young master, he immediately looked at his watch, and said expressionlessly: "Viscount Salinger, you are ahead of the time stipulated by the master." Come back much later."

Salinger said gently: "Housekeeper, I remember I told you in advance that I will go to the auction at Bangs House tonight."

"It's just an auction held by a baron." The middle-aged butler said disdainfully, "Does it take you so long?"

"After the auction," Salinger explained, "I had a long chat with a lord earl, which delayed me."

"Lord Earl?" the butler asked in surprise, "Which Lord Earl? There are still Lord Earls in Star River City who are going to participate in this small auction?"

Salinger calmed down and said, "It's Lord Sishoumi."

The face of the middle-aged housekeeper suddenly softened a lot, and said with a smile: "If this is the Earl, then we should have a good chat."

Salinger was used to the steward's fine-grained behavior, so he just nodded silently and quickly entered the manor.

He politely declined the dinner prepared by the butler, saying that he was not hungry, and went straight back to the bedroom on the second floor and locked the door.

Sitting on the rocking chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Salinger looked out the window in bewilderment. The distance is endless darkness, revealing indescribable depression, just like his current life.

Salinger still couldn't understand why after his mother died, his father put all his attention on him, began to interfere with his hobbies, and even restricted his behavior.

He loves flowers, plants and trees, and is obsessed with elf culture, but his father strongly opposes him, and even resells all the precious plants, magic herbs, and elf-related items he bought at low prices when he is not at home.

He just wants a little freedom, to be able to live the life he likes and do the things he likes, but in the eyes of his father, all these are regarded as not doing business properly.

In order to make him "turn the prodigal son back", his father also controls his finances. Although the family business earns a lot of money every month, the money his father distributes to him is pitifully small.

Thanks to his business acumen, he developed a lot of healing herbs and skin care products for aristocratic women by studying the ancient books of elves, and then secretly opened several shops without telling his father. A lot of gold coins.

If it wasn't like the two auctions tonight, he probably wouldn't even be able to pay a fraction, so he could only watch the treasures fall into the hands of others.

Even so, spending 110 gold coins is still stretching him, and he probably won't be able to spend any money in a short time, so he can only wait for the store to settle the bill next month before he can relax.

Salinger mobilized his consciousness, took out Heartblood and Forest Sword from the space storage ring, and put them on the table.

The moonlight gently sprinkled into the room, making the light green elf blood very attractive. Salinger rested his chin on his right hand and watched it quietly, while the words of the auctioneer and Xixiu Mi were still in his ears.

"Drink it, you can gain plant affinity and have wood element!"

"Does Lord Viscount plan to drink his heart's blood first, and then enchant this sword into a wood elemental weapon?"

"It's understandable to be cautious. Although elven blood can bring wood elements, there are still some side effects after all. It will make you like elves, who hate meat and like to be vegetarian."

Vegetarian only...?

Salinger thought for a while, he didn't have appetite, eating meat and eating vegetarian made no difference to him, so it wasn't a side effect.

As for whether there are other unknown hazards... Salinger thought seriously.

For some reason, even though he only met Xixiumi once, he trusted the young earl unconditionally. Since both the earl and his bad-tempered butler said no, it should be safe.

After repeated considerations, Salinger finally made a decision to drink the blood of the elf royal family and make himself possess the wood element, thus gaining the recognition of the Magic Association.

In this way, he can justifiably play with flowers and plants and delve into elf culture, and his father has no right to interfere with all of this.

Salinger restrained himself, picked up the glass bottle containing his blood, and opened the delicate lid. After a short hesitation, he lifted the bottle, closed his eyes, and drank it all in one gulp.

The rich fragrance of grass and trees instantly fills the mouth and throat. The taste is indescribably sweet. It is the taste of nature and a feeling of freedom. Salinger even feels the breeze in the forest and the rustling of leaves.

He leaned against the back of the chair, immersed in this beautiful illusion.

After a while, Salinger's body began to glow slightly, like the bright moon outside the window, the light was quiet and soft, his ears became sharp, and the temperament of the whole person also changed, revealing an indescribable coldness.

After a long time, the sense of illusion disappeared. Salinger opened his eyes, and a green light flashed in his eyes for an instant. The pointed ears immediately returned to their original shape, and the light on his body disappeared.

He stood in front of the full-length mirror in the room, and found that his appearance and figure hadn't changed much, and he still looked like an ordinary human being.

It's just... It seems that something is different. Salinger looked at it for a while, but couldn't find out what was different, so he simply gave up.

Next, he plans to enchant this forest sword and bind it, otherwise his father will find out, and he may sell it again.

Slowly pulling out the transparent blade, Salinger held the Forest Sword in his hand, quietly waiting for his wood element to be enchanted, but a full minute passed and nothing happened.

what's the situation?

Salinger was a little confused, could it be that the heartache was fake?Or for some reason, he didn't get the wood element attribute?

What link went wrong?

Seriously recalling the auction, Salinger finally remembered that when Eros introduced the sword, he said that enchanting requires the blood of the owner. It was all his fault that he was too excited and heard it in a hurry, and almost forgot.

He carefully touched the transparent sword body, stroked it lightly, and the palm of his hand was cut by the sharp blade, and blood soon overflowed from the wound.

In an instant, the Sword of the Spirit seemed to have life, absorbing his blood eagerly through the wound. After a long time, until Salinger felt a little dizzy, the Sword of the Spirit finally responded.

The transparent sword body gradually appeared, emitting green light at the same time, as the light became more and more dazzling, the sword body began to buzz, and finally the green light exploded with a bang, converged in the sword body in an instant, and disappeared.

The enchantment of the Forest Sword was successful, and Salinger became its new owner!

Since he already had the wood element, the wound on Salinger's palm healed automatically, and the skin was intact. He raised the enchanted sword in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The sword body of the Forest Spirit Sword is about three feet long, with fine green patterns and complex elf patterns engraved on it, and a string of elf characters are engraved on the lower part of the sword body, near the hilt.

Salinger has studied elven culture for many years, and he also knows a lot of elven language, so he got closer to identify the content, and then subconsciously read out softly:

"Micah Cardio...?"

As if chanting an ancient spell, the gray mist descended on the Salinger family's manor in an instant, and the group of busy unknown beings wrapped in the mist were all extremely excited and gearing up.

"Micah Cadio, that great dead man, he is resurrected!"

"Look at him now, can he be regarded as a resurrection?"

"What does that matter, his charm is still there."

"Yes! Give him to him to replace the role of the succubus."

"Don't mention that damn succubus, how dare you betray the fog circle!"

"It's not that the evil angel is causing trouble, why does he have the upper hand every time?"

"This time we will definitely win the round. Mika Cardio will help us regain his favor."

"But Mika Cardio is not from the fog circle?"

"Give him 5 minutes, if he can go in smoothly, it means he is, if not, kill him!"

"Your method has no logic at all!"

"Why is there no logic? I said there is logic!"

"I said it was illogical!"

"There is logic!"

"no!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"No no no no!"

"........."

"Shut up! You two idiots! Send him in first!"

In this way, the mist circled the manor for a long time, finally reached a consensus, and then, like locusts, hypnotized the humans who were not asleep, blocked all magic props, and flooded into Salinger's bedroom.

Gray fog was everywhere in the sight, and huge shadows could still be vaguely seen moving in the fog. Inaudible whispers came from the ears, but the props for detecting abnormalities in the manor did not move at all.

After a short period of panic, Salinger quickly realized that everything in front of him might have a lot to do with the name he just uttered.

He took deep breaths repeatedly, tried to calm down, and began to deal with the analysis.

He once read in ancient books that there are some unknown gods in this world, and no living beings can pronounce their names, otherwise the gods may notice you, and then cast their power to come to you.

From this point of view, Mika Cardio is likely to be an unknown god, and these thick gray fogs are his masterpieces, but it is not known whether he is good or evil.

Salinger decided to go out of the bedroom first, and then look for helpers, knights, guards, even the servants in the manor, it is better than him facing the danger alone.

Relying on his strong sense of direction, Salinger held the Sword of the Forest Spirit tightly in his hand and moved towards the door of the bedroom. After 4 minutes, the Viscount "fortunately" passed the assessment of the fog circle and successfully touched the doorknob.

Opening the door, Salinger stepped out and quickly closed it, leaning against the door panel, closing his eyes, his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

He let out a long breath, opened his eyes, and planned to set off to find someone.

However, the next moment, when he saw everything in front of him clearly, he was still struck by lightning.

I saw that the surroundings were pitch black, and there was gray mist everywhere, and I couldn't tell the direction, as if I was in an endless void.

The corridor that was supposed to be on the second floor turned into gray stone steps at this time, and at the end of the stone steps stood a splendid and majestic palace.