Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 273 Traveling Far Away
Among the 'Dreamland'.

Mr. 'Quick Silver' looked at the four marks on the first step and remained silent.

The secret realm has been closed, and the positions of all imprints have been stabilized.

And in the first level, the three imprints that have remained unchanged for thousands of years have undergone obvious changes, with the 'crow' imprint added!

It's second only to 'Craftsman' and above 'Dancer' and 'Wisdom'!
"second!"

Next to it, a mysterious person murmured: "Just once the secret realm was opened, I rushed from the bottom to the second place. In reality, another peak king was pulled into the 'dream land'?"

'Mercury' also agrees with this judgment.

In the secret realm, there is a completely demon-free environment, and extraordinary people who enter the third step and below will directly become ordinary people.

Only [Silver of Order], because it has formed a stable internal circulation system in the body, can barely struggle, but most of them have to be weakened a lot, and become comparable to the superhumans of the first and second steps. , was broken into ceramic and bronze.

[Golden King] is a bit stronger, but most of them are still hovering around [Ancient Copper].

Only the most peak among them, who have mastered a lot of general-purpose knowledge, can barely raise their strength to the third step, the level of [Quenched Black Iron]!

The situation of 'The Crow' belongs to this kind of gangster!

……

At this time, Fang Xian was also teleported to Dreamland Square.

"He's 'The Raven'!"

Somebody recognized Fang Xian and yelled.

Immediately, a blank area appeared around him, and no transcendent dared to stand side by side with him.

Fang Xian didn't care about this, he just communicated with Bai Yuzhu and silently experienced the increase in authority.

At this time, his imprint received a message, which was actually from Wisdom - "Unfamiliar friend, we may have a chance to cooperate!"

'Old bastard, if you say one more word to him, you may fall into a trap. '

Fang Xian rolled his eyes and didn't bother to reply.

Starting with this message, a large number of messages began to emerge.

Most of them are compliments and congratulations... I want to make a good impression on this new boss.

This made Fang Xian have to use the newly acquired permissions to delete in batches, and blocked some spam messages, only to feel a lot cleaner.

"Well... the authority has been upgraded to the second place. I can get a quota for attracting people from the outside world every seven days, open a temporary meeting room, instantly browse all the booth information in Dreamland, the right to automatically filter, and... delete the number? Expelling a least privileged member from 'Dreamland' and denying him access forever?"

Fang Xian was speechless.

This setting reminded him of the administrator of a certain group in his previous life.

"Fortunately, those three kings didn't know my secret back then, otherwise they would have 'deleted' me, and I would have lost this opportunity. Now that my authority has increased, they can't kick me, but I have nothing to do with them... unless , becoming the [Silver of Order] of the fourth step, maybe you can try to completely control this place..."

"Dear Mr. Crow, thank you for your help this time!"

Among the crowd, the 'Golden Knight' came out and saluted respectfully: "If you need any help in the Nanias Empire, please contact me. Although I am not strong enough, I can provide some small strength... ..."

The 'Tower of the Knights' was originally a feature of the Narnias Empire, so he didn't reveal anything.

"I will."

Fang Xian nodded reservedly, but rolled his eyes in his heart: "Don't think too highly of me, I'm black iron in my secret realm, and it's just black iron in the real world..."

However, he estimated that even if he admits it now, no one will believe it.

Therefore, after paying tribute to a few acquaintances, he became unreal and left the 'Dreamland'.

……

Roland Manor.

Before Dawn.

In the hall, there was a mess of cups and plates.

Some of the nobles who had a night of carnival were resting on the sofa, some had already made an appointment and entered the garden or a specially prepared guest room, and some were yawning and preparing to return in a carriage.

The Andres were in low energy and went to the master bedroom to rest after apologizing.

Pete is in good spirits, and is still entertaining several guests, sharing the cigars sent from the New World.

Fang Xian glanced at this scene, and the expression in his eyes gradually became calm and indifferent.

He returned to the room, opened the desk chair, pulled out a piece of letter paper, and began to write a letter with a pen saturated with ink:

"To my dearest people: I'm sorry, I've been hiding it from you. In fact, my dream is to be a traveler. I want to go to the Raphael Tower of the Silver Eagle Federation to taste the local style champagne, and I also want to go to Narnia. The Throne Hall of the Sri Lanka Empire, reminiscing about the iron-blooded speech of the conquering emperor, and wanting to set foot on a long-distance ship to the New World to be an explorer... Parting is always sad, so please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye——Daniel · Roland!"

With Daniel's memory, his handwriting is exactly the same as the original owner.

When all this was done, he placed the letter under the inkwell in the middle of the table.

Immediately, Fang Xian picked up a suitcase, turned it out of the window, and left Roland Manor taking advantage of the last sliver of darkness before the dawn.

……

early morning.

Worcestershire, DeLand.

In a huge restaurant with gorgeous decoration.

"Cheers to our successful acquisition!"

Two well-dressed, handsome noblemen with silver hair were having breakfast.

A nobleman raised his glass and said, "After returning to the family this time, the family will definitely reward us heavily. Dick, maybe the job you have always wanted will be easily obtained."

"cheers!"

Dick Miller, who was sitting across from him, was in his twenties, frowning, as if he was thinking about something, a little absent-minded.

This attitude was immediately sensed by the companion on the opposite side, and he asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? You don't look well, do you want to see a doctor?"

"No, I'm just... overwhelmed by the news."

Dick laughed dryly and pointed to a newspaper on the table.

It was written with a prominent headline-''Gourmet' commits another crime!Who will stop the scourge of ghouls? '

"Can you stop mentioning those disgusting things while eating..."

The person opposite was eating strawberries, and when he saw the bright red color in his hand, he felt nauseated.

"Feel sorry……"

Dick Miller quickly apologized, but he said silently in his heart: "You have no idea how sensational the high-level members of the mysterious world were last night... However, the existence of 'Dreamland' is a secret even to most mystics." ...'

There is no doubt that he is also a member of 'Dreamland', and has personally experienced the shock of last night.

(End of this chapter)