The Emerald Tower

Dean, who was immersed in cultivation, experienced a very special feeling——

The markings in the system have undoubtedly indicated that the limit of a level has been reached, and at this moment Dean're-starts' cultivation, but when Dean chooses the traditional cultivation method, it does not mean that the system does not exist.

In fact, the system not only existed, but it also gave Dean considerable ‘interference’.

Dean had about the levels in his mind, none of them existed, and everything was done overnight.

It's as if it was a matter of course.

However, the process of ‘tradition’ cultivation does exist.

Even, given Dean some very special understanding.

He felt everything with a more detailed ‘perception’.

This is far from the system.

After raising the secret technique and secret level with xp value, you can obtain the corresponding attributes and special effects, but such acquisition is very direct instillation.

Although in the eyes of most people, there is no difference between obtaining after learning.

Even more fast and convenient.

However, there are subtle differences in some details.

∴Because the system determines everything with the xp value, there is no ‘process’!

And Dean is feeling this ‘process’ at this moment. After the results have been obtained, he can perceive this ‘process’, which is naturally peculiar.

When the sun on the side of the day appeared the first ray of light, bringing light to the earth, Dean stopped the ‘traditional’ practice process.

He exhaled slightly, smiling.

Such a smile naturally indicates the success of the ‘tradition’ practice.

In fact. The degree of smoothness. It was far beyond Dean's imagination.

Less than one night. He was completely ‘practised’ once, and for Dean, who had set a time of five days, it was naturally very smooth.

And some of the unexpected gains made Dean even more pleasantly surprised.

At this moment, when he uses it again, he can clearly feel the flexibility, which is far from the dullness before.

The benefits are self-evident.

"Knowing it, knowing why... Fortunately, it's not too late to wake up!"

Dean summed up his mistake in a sentence from his hometown.

or. To be more precise...a mistake.

He relied so much on the ‘system’ that he forgot some essence.

Even if these essences appear to most people to be of no practical effect, it is the same-this is not the so-called pursuit of different, but seeing is different.

Rather, it is a kind of immaturity, or too pride.

At least, Dean thinks of himself this way-without the'exposure' of the previous life, but after being'introverted', he still needs to be vigilant.

"I don't mind how many ‘tools’ I have, because. I have my own goals, but. I can’t take ‘tools’ as the only way I can accomplish my goals!”

Dean muttered to himself softly.

"Master, what are you talking about?"

Harlem on the side asked.

"Nothing, just some insights—Sidru, after breakfast, can you get me some papers and pens?"

Dean waved his hand, then asked.

"Of course, Master!"

Harlem bowed and replied affirmatively.

After a simple breakfast in the wild, Dean and his party set off again.

And just as Haring promised, after Dean got on the carriage, he obtained several parchment papers treated with special medicines and a charcoal pencil often used by wizards.

The parchment paper is white and flat because of the treatment with medicine.

The charcoal has also been cut off at one end.

And in the fairly stable carriage, Dean took a charcoal pen and drew finely--

Regarding some scenes he saw in the illusion.

The most important thing that Dean drew was the last scene: the King of Conquer stood in place, but a giant flame dragon rose into the sky.

Dean has some drawing skills. Although he is not proficient, he still has no problem depicting some basic objects.

Especially, some impressive things are even more so.

A day's journey was spent in Dean's paintings.

In the night, Richard Vauban was again "carefully" teaching the recovery.

Then it is to ‘practice’ various secret techniques and secrets in the traditional way.

In the following three weeks of travel, Dean basically spent this way, without any exceptions.

It's as if it's a wind-up clock, it goes round and round, and it's extremely accurate.

It was not until Harlem reminded Dean again that Dean realized that he was only less than two days away from Horn Town, and all the secret techniques and secrets he knew were practiced in a'traditional' way. Once again, and the second training has already started, the parchment paper is full of many patterns.

And Richard Vauban has also made substantial progress.

At least, the actual combat experience has been enriched a lot.

"Richard, we are off today, tomorrow is your test, you need to be prepared!"

Dean looked at the son of the marquis who was ready in front of him, and waved his hand.

"Rest today?"

Richard Vauban was startled.

"Rest is also the most important part of cultivation!"

Dean said so, and then, straight down his head, with the light of the fire, he looked at the drawing in his hand again.

Among the several drawings, most of them depict the scene where Dean is most impressed.

From the initial similarity to the lifelikeness afterwards, it shows that Dean is very careful, or... completely intoxicated.

It's like his current state.

Richard Vauban wanted to say something, but was stopped by Harlem.

"Young Master's state is very rare! Please don't disturb!"

Harlem said as the steward of the Zelgaon family.

"In this state?"

Richard Vauban didn't understand.

"Well, a state of self-recognition!"

Harlem explained it in the tone of a wizard, although specious. But Richard Vauban easily accepted this explanation. And watched Dean with a focused look.

obviously. The son of the marquis had misunderstood something.

But Haring didn't explain anything, he just didn't want Dean, who was obviously thinking about things, to be disturbed.

As for the others?

Harlem shrugged and walked to the campfire.

He also needs to be in charge of dinner.

...

"What do you want to convey to me?"

Looking at his paintings with both eyes, Dean's mind kept showing the situation at the time.

Dean has already confirmed that the King of Conquer is definitely not a mere drill. From the sudden attack on him, to the final stunned stop, they are all conveying something.

but. What made Dean feel helpless was that the way the other party communicated was so special that he couldn't understand it at all.

Even with some speculation, it was quickly overturned by him.

Take a deep breath.

Dean looked at the night sky.

In the night sky like a black curtain, the bright moon is bright, the stars are shining, and in midsummer, the surrounding insects scream, mixed with the ‘cracking’ sound of firewood in the campfire, and it’s peaceful.

Dean could hear it clearly. After dinner, the guards who had rested purred.

same. He could hear the footsteps of Tiger and Kerr patrolling.

On the other side, Mi Weier was reading a certain book by the light of the campfire.

And also by the campfire, but Richard Vauban on the other side was sitting there thinking about something, looking like a daze.

Farther away, Harlem found Jerry who was following the wolves.

The two of them talked carefully about the travel and the matters after arriving in Horn Town.

Everything around, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, came to Dean's mind.

And the image of the dragon flying in the sky that had been entangled in his mind was submerged unknowingly.

If it was dreamy, the ‘pop’ disappeared.

Dean regained his consciousness, with a relaxed smile, he sorted out the drawings in his hand carefully-since he can't figure it out, he doesn't want to.

A shocking but not unexpected decision made Dean quickly return to normal.

Of course, Dean didn't give up.

But when he knew his own ability was insufficient, he needed someone with sufficient wisdom to help him.

For example: Chief Swordsman, Chief Guard!

Or... Duke Jade himself!

Dean stood up and walked to the dumbfounded Richard Vauban--

"I think you are in a good state now!"

Dean said so, and then pointed to the open space on one side.

"It's not that God..."

Richard Vauban said subconsciously, but Dean didn't pay attention to the other party's words at all, and walked straight to the open space on one side.

After a slight shock, Richard Wauban ran over happily.

For every sparring session, he couldn't ask for it.

Because he will have a new harvest every day!

"This is the final trial for you-it may be able to improve your silver level all the way smoothly, or it may completely disqualify you... I can't guarantee anything, everything needs you to make a decision!"

Dean said slowly.

"bring it on!"

The son of the Marquis, who seemed to have guessed something, said resolutely.

"you sure?"

Dean asked again.

"I have no retreat! I know very well that my potential is not that great. If I hadn't had a father, it would be difficult for me to become a great knight, and now I want to become a silver knight, even my father cannot help me. ——I want to give it a try. Just when I was sitting by the campfire, I figured it out: It’s better to give it a try instead of doing nothing!

Richard Vauban shouted.

"Then you prepare!"

Dean said.

"Already ready!"

Richard Vauban answered.

And just after the voice of Richard Vauban's answer fell, Dean's breath changed ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The sharp feeling of a blade made Richard Vauban subconsciously closed his eyes.

But soon, Richard Vauban reacted.

He forced himself to open his eyes.

In front of me, a sea of ​​blood.

Second more~

The little cats of the decadent family opened their eyes and said~

All kinds of cute~

Let’s celebrate with a spicy hot pot in the evening~

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