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For the next few days, Xiar stayed quietly in the manor, dedicating himself to reading and studying, which left him with much less time for martial arts practice.
The terrifying scene that had unfolded left the entire Shining Gold Town's residents in a state of unconsciousness, unaware of what had actually happened.
Baron Bougiano easily believed his one-sided account; after all, the situation resembled a meteor strike, with a tremendous roar followed by a tremor that knocked thousands unconscious.
During breakfast, family members gathered around the large oval dining table.
Xiar sat beside Baron Bougiano. It was rare for them to have a meal together, and they silently used their knives and forks. The others dared not breathe too loudly, only the faint clinking of utensils and muffled chewing could be heard.
After taking a bite of tender and delicious steak, he softly asked, "Father, why hasn't Sister Lia returned yet?"
Lia Meisterlin was the eldest daughter of the family. After training under Marcus, she had already attained School-Level Strength. Recently, she had been drafted by the Storm Harbor military to eliminate a band of bandits in the north.
Unfortunately, half a month had passed with no word from her.
Baron Bougiano looked up at him with some confusion, not understanding why his son, who usually did not care for his sister Lia, would suddenly inquire about her.
He paused before responding slowly, "The number of bandits has increased and they have hidden in the mountains. The Storm Harbor army has been searching nearby; it is expected to take some time before the situation is resolved."
"You don't need to worry about that. After your coming-of-age ceremony in half a month, you'll need to prepare for the entrance examination at the Imperial Royal Academy. Do you have confidence?"
The Baron looked at him seriously, causing Xiar's heart to skip a beat. He quickly nodded and replied, "No problem! I feel I've made great progress recently; passing the examination will definitely not be an issue!"
He thought to deal with it for now; whether he could actually participate in the examination was another matter entirely.
"Very well. This concerns your future. Once you establish enough connections at the academy, your future will not be limited to Shining Gold Town or even Farn County!" Baron Bougiano wiped his mouth with a silver-gray napkin and stood up to leave the dining room.
Xiar glanced at the others at the table and hastened to finish his meal.
Now that the Mestlin Family was sparse in numbers, he and Lia were the only direct descendants. Among the younger branches, there were none his age—most were just a few years old or barely over ten.
With Lia gone, he was now the oldest among the younger generation of the family. He had no interest in playing childish games with those little kids; instead, he spent most of his time hanging out with three close friends.
This also had its advantages; it spared him from tedious family infighting and allowed him to focus on other matters without concern.
Back in his study, Xiar continued to delve into the foundational knowledge that the older man had given him. It primarily consisted of common knowledge about Spirit Masters—exactly what he lacked.
Evolution Modulator merely completed the Story Data, while various related knowledge needed to be collected bit by bit by him.
Knowledge is power, and this saying is vividly demonstrated in this world, especially for a Spirit Master!
The more knowledge you possess—rich, profound knowledge—the better you can assess the potential development of a totem when you want to create one, allowing you to decide whether to invest your time and wealth in nurturing it.
Next comes the relevant Inheritance Factor Analysis, as well as the construction of the totem, all of which require countless pieces of knowledge as a foundation.
Every Spirit Master is a master of Biology, with knowledge comparable to that of experts in Biology from previous lives. Various studies have already developed to a deep extent.
In fact, one could completely regard the Inheritance Factor as akin to DNA from past lives, determining various inheritances and developments of living beings...
By noon, Xiar casually found an excuse to leave the manor, claiming he was going to visit Uncle Marcus and learn martial arts from that Pharmacist Uncle.
He had come to understand the specific situation regarding Niu Kelian. This formidable Spirit Master disguised himself as an ordinary warrior and had participated in wars multiple times, killing countless enemies each time, earning even more military merit than Marcus.
It was precisely for this reason that Baron Bougiano wanted to hire him as the captain of the family guard. Unfortunately, he declined and only worked as a Pharmacist in Shining Gold Town.
“I tell you, Old Cow, studying medicine won’t save the empire; only war is fundamental to everything!”
As soon as Xiar walked into the pharmacy, he heard Marcus’s familiar loud voice, which made him feel somewhat amused.
This man truly lived up to his reputation as a warmonger; even severely injured, he didn’t forget to incite others to fight.
Fortunately, during the earlier terrifying impact, Marcus managed to dodge in time and wasn’t affected. However, two guards were left with nothing but bones.
Strangely enough, with the arrival of the Nine-Tails fox projection, it erased all memories related to Marcus, leaving him completely unaware of what had happened earlier. This saved him from having to explain anything.
“Stop talking nonsense; it won’t save the empire. But if you provoke me, don’t blame me for not caring about you.”
With that remark, he was silenced. He quickly flattered back: “Old Cow, you must use your true skills to heal me. I don’t know why I’m so unlucky; I almost got killed by a god throwing stones at me…”
Xiar found it quite strange; it was the first time he saw the usually aloof and domineering Marcus being so chatty. Did erasing his memory inadvertently cut away a bit too much and mess him up?
“Hey, young master is here again?” A smile appeared on Marcus’s fierce face, which only made him look more intimidating—like a thug smiling at you.
“Uncle Marcus, are you feeling any better?” Xiar approached the sickbed and asked with a smile.
Marcus, towering over two meters tall, lay on the hospital bed, feeling somewhat constrained. Leaning against the wall, one of his arms was still bandaged, wrapped more thickly than before. He smiled and replied, "Thank you for your concern, young master. I’ll be back to normal in no time. Then I can continue teaching you martial arts."
"Yes, take good care of your injury," Xiar comforted him.
For him now, learning martial arts seemed pointless. After all, the Guardian Spirit Light had an exceptionally strong defense; mere human martial skills could hardly breach such protection.
Moreover, he was quite satisfied with his current appearance. In his past life, he would have been considered a dashing young nobleman, likely attracting countless infatuated girls. If he became a muscle-bound brute, that kind of attention would be lost.
What he truly needed now was knowledge and the cultivation of Auxiliary Totems. Relying solely on Firefly as a single totem made it difficult to handle various situations.
It was important to note that the Main Totem was closely tied to the Spirit Master’s life; if it suffered a fatal blow, the Spirit Master would also be severely injured. At that moment, Auxiliary Totems were required to take on the role of cannon fodder.
“Rice Cake, hurry up and come out! Accompany the young master for a walk,” called Niu Kelian from inside as she mixed potions.
An impatient voice came from within: “So annoying! I’ll be right there!”
“Come on, young master, keep it up,” Marcus whispered, lowering his voice as he exchanged knowing glances with Xiar. The image of the cold warrior he had in mind had completely shattered.
Xiar felt a bit awkward and suddenly recalled his parents from his past life. They seemed to behave similarly—whenever they met a girl, they would practically insist he marry her and even directly ask for her contact information.
Unfortunately, he wondered when he would ever return…
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