Lord of the Continent [Western Fantasy]

Boom-!

The bell in the void rang, and Xi Xiumi's eyes became blurred.

The human body is not strong enough to support the short-term divine descent, Xixiumi only felt exhausted, and the drowsiness surged from the depths of his soul.

"Angel, I'm so sleepy."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and fell into the arms of Hersius.

"Good night, my lord."

Hersius hugged Xixiu Mi, his eyes were full of affection, and he gently kissed the forehead of the black-haired boy.

Xi Xiumi's consciousness dissipated slowly, turning into countless starlight spots, and left the dream palace.

At the same time, the mist enveloped Salinger and sent the frozen viscount back to his manor.

A gray fog hovered in Salinger's room, and the unnameables once again held a small meeting in the fog circle.

The performance of the Mists tonight was really not good enough, which caused the situation to develop out of control and suffered a critical hit of [-] points.

Because of carelessness, the Mists did not notice the leak of the reincarnated Elven King's breath, which attracted the forest life god, prompted the ancient god to wake up briefly, and made the angel get his promise of love.

Now, the Mists have no choice but to try their best to make up for it, not only to continue to please the ancient gods, but also to be careful not to annoy the angels.

"What should we do now? Just leave Mega Cardio here?"

"Would it be strange for him to find himself back after waking up, and then go around and tell others?"

"Probably not? The witch hunter and the princess are both tight-lipped."

"What do you mean should be? Before you said that the succubus should be fine, what happened?"

"That's right, who else said that sending Mega Cardio over there should be able to win the round, and the result?"

"We can no longer make mistakes. From now on, we must try our best to do everything in detail without leaving any mistakes."

"I propose to leave a warning for Mega Cardio and let him keep this matter a secret."

"Good idea, I agree."

"I agree."

"I agree."

"...%￥#..."

As a result, the Mists finally reached a consensus, thought of a perfect plan, left a brief letter for Salinger, and then left in a mighty manner.

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Salinger slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and found himself sitting on the chair in front of the desk in the bedroom, with a dazed expression on his face.

Was he just... asleep?

I always feel as if I have experienced something.

The Viscount rubbed his stinging temples, closed his eyes and recalled seriously, in an instant, several fragments flashed in his mind like a revolving lantern.

Calling Miga Cardio, filled with gray fog, gorgeous and weird palace, strange butler, gray fog black-haired god, and... an ancient book.

Ancient books?

Salinger stood up from the chair at once, and immediately found the items on the desk.

The sword of the forest, a book with a green cover, and a piece of letterhead.

Salinger: "??"

Opening the letterhead, he saw a paragraph written with strange symbols on it. The strange thing was that he was sure that he had never seen this language before, but he still clearly understood the above content.

"Don't tell anyone about your experience in the Dream Palace, remember your promise to Him, master the knowledge in the book as soon as possible, make achievements, and prove it to Him."

Salinger finally remembered everything, tremblingly put down the letter paper, slowly sat down on the chair, and picked up the ancient book "Purification and Extraction".

He glanced at the time, and only an hour had passed since he enchanted the sword of the forest spirit. The time in the dream palace seemed to not exist, and it did not affect the real world.

I want to thoroughly understand this book as soon as possible, Salinger thought, follow the teachings of that unknown god, become a qualified wood magician, and get rid of his father's control.

Just like that, the young Viscount sat at the desk and spent the whole night reading the book without rest.

Gently closing the beautiful green cover, Salinger got up, put the book on the desk, and walked slowly to the balcony outside the bedroom.

The sky was now fish-belly white, and the distant mountains already had a vague outline. He stared blankly at the far east. Not long after, a ray of soft light burst out from the top of the mountain, coating the entire continent with a layer of gold.

It's dawn, Salinger thought.

At this moment, he felt itchy on his hand, and immediately lowered his head, he found a pot of sunflowers on the balcony kissing the back of his hand.

Yes, kisses.

Salinger's balcony has several pots of succulents, the most numerous of which are sunflowers, and there are a few other species.

In fact, he used to own many precious flowers and plants, but they were all disposed of by his father. He begged his father repeatedly for these succulents, mainly because they were too ordinary, so they could be kept.

Iteneti has four distinct seasons and plenty of sunshine, which is very suitable for succulents. Wild succulents can be seen everywhere here, all of which are thriving.

Salinger's favorite succulent is sunflower.

Their flowering period is very long, and they can bloom from late spring to late autumn, and the flowers are colorful and gorgeous.

They love the sun, and when the noon sun shines on the world, they will bloom lively.

It is hopeful that tomorrow will be better.

Salinger touched this strange pot of sunflowers curiously, and suddenly, he seemed to hear the flowers whispering.

"Ah, Lord Viscount touched us!"

Salinger: "??"

The young Viscount lowered his eyes, and after thinking for a moment, he raised his hand and stroked every potted plant on the balcony.

Sunflowers of various colors, huge mages, luxuriant otome, lovely peach eggs... The next moment, noisy voices rang in his ears.

"Master Viscount touched us too!"

"Master Viscount is so gentle."

"His hands are so soft and warm."

"He smells so good!"

"I want to kiss his hand too."

Salinger: "..."

After a short period of sluggishness, Salinger decisively left the room and went downstairs.

He came to the front garden and walked through clumps of bushes.

He walked to the back garden and stepped on the soft grass.

He passed tree after tree on the estate.

He heard all the plants greeting him good morning, and he could greet them consciously.

He even made a hundred-year-old ancient fir use its air roots to form a chair shape for him to sit on for a while.

Salinger finally came to the conclusion that he now had the ability to communicate with plants and even give them extra powers.

Is this the wood element ability brought about by the blood of the heart?

Salinger recalled what he had learned, only mentioning the healing power of the wood element and its affinity for plants, and none of them pointed out that wood-type practitioners could manipulate plants at will.

Even for a powerful wood magician, if he wants to communicate with plants smoothly, and even manipulate them, he needs years of practice to do so.

He intuited that this was related to that ancient book, and he was almost sure that it was this treasure book obtained in the Dream Palace that gave him the ability of a top wood magician overnight.

He even felt that his body had undergone major changes. For some reason, he felt like a real elf, perfectly integrated with the whole nature.

Salinger returned to the bedroom, after thinking twice, took out the communication stone, contacted the family's exclusive doctor, expressed his appeal, and asked them to bring a full set of testing tools and rush to the manor as soon as possible.

He wants to give himself a full-body examination. If his judgment is correct, he should be able to join the Magic Association smoothly, but before that, he needs a qualified medical examination report, which is a necessary condition for becoming a magician.

After making an appointment with a doctor, Salinger thought for a while and opened the communication stone again.

"Master Viscount, hello." A middle-aged man's voice sounded from the other end, "I don't know what you can do to find me so early?"

"Good morning, Secretary-General Merrick." Salinger said politely.

Merrick is the secretary-general of the Magic Association. Salinger had introduced him through other people before and established a shallow friendship with him. He thought that if he really wanted to take the road of magic in the future, maybe this person would help him.

Sure enough, it is always right to plan ahead, and now the opportunity is here.

Salinger succinctly told Merrick about drinking his heart's blood and enchanting the sword of the forest spirit. At the same time, he euphemistically stated that he now possessed the energy of the life element wood, but concealed the ability to control plants.

Since this special ability may come from an ancient book, not that bottle of painstaking effort, it is better not to tell others rashly before finding out the truth.

The Deputy Secretary-General was shocked when he heard this.

The mysterious aristocrats of Bunce Auction House spent millions of gold coins to win the blood of the elves and the sword of the elf king in one fell swoop. This has already spread in the streets and alleys. Merrick never thought that the guest No. 37 turned out to be the viscount .

What shocked him even more was that in their magic association, there were very few wood magicians with life elements. The healing power of this kind of magician was comparable to that of holy light healing, and they could also provide the royal family with a green environment that prolongs life. The elixir of walking.

"Master Viscount, I will arrange it now." Merrick said excitedly, "We will immediately bring a full set of testing tools to your door and do a thorough test for you."

Salinger said: "I will do a physical examination later, so I also ask the Secretary-General to visit in two hours."

"Okay, okay, no problem." Merrick hastily agreed.

After the call ended, Salinger leaned back in his chair, took a deep breath, and began to pray silently in his heart:

Salinger, a shallow believer who believes in you, prays for good luck.

This is the standard prayer for believing in gods that he learned from ancient books.

It is said in the book that when you start to believe in a god, you can't call yourself a fanatic believer blindly and exaggeratedly, but start as a shallow believer, otherwise the gods will think your belief is cheap.

After all, feelings need to be accumulated bit by bit, not a few things will make you change the object of allegiance.

Following his family's beliefs, Salinger was originally a believer in the Church of the God of Light, but now he has decided to switch to the seat of the black-haired deity, so he decided to start as a humble believer.

Not long after, the exclusive doctor Doug arrived at the manor in a carriage and brought several testing tools, which confused the unaware housekeeper, so he hurried to Salinger's room to inquire.

"Master Viscount," said the housekeeper, "It's very good, why did you invite Dr. Doug?"

Salinger said lightly: "I feel that there is something abnormal about my body, so I asked Dr. Doug to come for an examination. Why, housekeeper, do I not even have this right now?"

"That's not what I meant, Lord Viscount." The butler explained, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me first, and I will help you find a doctor, but you don't say hello now, which makes me feel very sudden."

Salinger said with a good temper: "I see that you have a lot of things to do every day, so I don't want to increase your workload, housekeeper."

The butler choked, watching Doctor Doug directing the servants to move props into the bedroom one by one, feeling that he was being tricked by the little master.

He planned to follow up and check the whole process first, and then report to the master. After all, his main task was to be the eyeliner of the old viscount and monitor the little viscount's every move on a daily basis.

The detection tools are all high-end products made by alchemists, so the efficiency is extremely high. It only takes less than an hour to get a detailed report, including comprehensive physical and psychological data.

The result is naturally satisfactory, every indicator of Salinger is SS level, which fully meets the certification requirements of the Magic Association.

Seeing this, the butler was puzzled and said: "Master Viscount, there is nothing wrong with your body. I really don't understand why you have to go through so much trouble?"

The noble's exclusive doctor's outpatient fee is extremely high. Such an examination that requires the use of multiple high-end props will cost no less than [-] gold coins. His little master makes a big fuss when he wakes up in the morning. He always feels that something is wrong.

Salinger took the full set of reports, flipped through them with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Well, butler, because I will ask Secretary-General McGregor to come over later and discuss with him about joining the Magic Association, so I have to prepare the health report in advance. "

"What?!" The butler said in shock with a look of being struck by lightning, "You have made an appointment with Lord Megregor, and you want to join the Magic Association?"

"Yes, butler." Salinger calmed down and said, "I drank the blood of the elves last night and enchanted the elf king's forest sword. Now that I have the energy of the wood element of life, I naturally have to join the magic association."

housekeeper:"!!!"