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Looking weakly at Warren Earl, who was burning with Fury, Bu's expression was quite innocent. His puzzled look seemed to ask, "Didn’t you say it was fine for me to ask for it?"
Warren Earl felt a throbbing pain in his head, truly painful. He really didn’t want to continue entangled with this troublesome ghost. The feeling of repeatedly suppressing Fury was really unbearable. He even doubted that if the conversation continued, he might directly order Hawk to eliminate this annoying brat out of sheer frustration.
"Do you think Basic Level Combat Skills are like cabbages? That I can just grab seven or eight copies for you? Do you think Equipment That Enhances Strength is like rotten carrots? That I can just spit and have a bunch appear?"
At this moment, Warren Earl couldn’t even be bothered to call him Nephew; he was somewhat exasperated. In the end, he felt it was too unfair and too distressing.
Bu blinked a couple of times, seemingly understanding what the other party said, but after a moment, he bluntly replied, "Uncle, even if you give me some cabbages or rotten carrots, I wouldn’t want them.
I only asked for a little bit of real gold and silver because I see that your family business is large. Otherwise, when I participate in the Qualification Challenge, looking shabby without Combat Skills or Amplification Equipment would be embarrassing for you, right?"
With that said, Warren Earl completely lost his temper; he realized how much the other party was driven by self-interest.
"Seven or eight Basic Level Combat Skills is impossible. The higher the level of Combat Skills, the more precious they are. Even in some intermediate kingdoms, Basic Level Combat Skills are valuable items.
At auction houses in some kingdoms, these skills can fetch hundreds of Silver Kall. I can give you at most three Level 1 Basic Combat Skills.
If you can achieve one of the top three positions in the Qualification Challenge in Sparta City, I will reward you with another Basic Level skill."
As he spoke, a pained expression appeared on Warren Earl's face. It should be noted that these Combat Skills were not mass-produced; they were akin to consumables that would disappear once learned.
The rarity of Combat Skills led many powerful warriors to join various Major Forces due to a lack of skills to rely on.
A significant portion of those forces only had a large reserve of Level 1 basic skills. These low-level skills were common; once a warrior reached Intermediate strength, they could imprint their well-mastered Level 1 skills onto specialized Skill Books by consuming their Mental Power, thus mass-producing such low-level skills.
However, as skills increase in level, the difficulty of their creation also rises.
Skills similar to Basic Level can only be created by top-tier experts who have reached Intermediate Level 5, as the Mental Power required is nothing short of terrifying.
Of course, if one is a magician, perhaps they could barely manage to create them with just Intermediate Level. But how many magicians would choose to learn Combat Skills? Wouldn't they rather study Arcane?
All these factors contribute to the rarity of Advanced Skills.
Some experts who have reached Intermediate Level do not possess skills that match their strength. Most of them still use Basic Level skills, and in order to become stronger, many choose to join top Major Forces.
For instance, a colossal entity like the Thieves' Guild serves as an ideal refuge for some strong individuals. After joining the Thieves' Guild, one only needs to complete numerous tasks to earn Qualification Points, which can then be exchanged for powerful skills.
Entities like the Thieves' Guild, which have a presence across the Fran Continent, are not lacking in powerful beings capable of inscribing Advanced Skills; they possess abundant resources.
Understanding the rarity of Combat Skills, Bu no longer struggled with this issue and considered it a good outcome to acquire three low-level 1 Combat Skills. Nevertheless, he still shamelessly brought up a second request: Equipment That Enhances Strength.
"I previously purchased a set of Thorned Heart Amplification Equipment for my second son Bill. If you agree to represent our family in the Qualification Challenge, I can temporarily lend you this equipment to enhance your strength."
Warren Earl was indeed making a significant sacrifice; three low-level 1 Combat Skills are quite valuable and would cost at least a dozen Silver Kall. As for the Thorned Heart Amplification Equipment, he had spent a considerable amount on it and was unwilling to part with it easily.
The Aldra Family may be wealthy, but they cannot afford such extravagance.
Even their family's annual income is barely around one thousand Silver Kall, and that’s considering the Aldra Family's strength has allowed them to barely cross into the threshold of Major Forces in Crook Duchy.
If it were some other medium-sized forces, their annual income might not even reach one hundred Silver Kalls.
Bu Wenyan secretly cursed the other party's greed, but seeing Warren Earl's pained expression, as if he had just lost his mother, he decided not to be too greedy.
"In that case, thank you, Uncle. With your generous support, I will surely perform well in the Qualification Challenge and will not let you down," Bu said with a calm demeanor, as if he were not the one just trying to squeeze more out of the situation. His thick skin was almost on par with Warren Earl's.
"That's excellent. I will await good news. I hope my nephew can achieve great success in the Qualification Challenge and return triumphantly," Warren Earl said, his expression calming after the earlier emotional turmoil, speaking in a flat tone.
After chatting for a while and confirming various matters to pay attention to during the Qualification Challenge, Bu prepared to take his leave. Warren Earl instructed him to stay in the guest house of the estate, and after receiving a nod of agreement from Bu, he let him go.
Not long after Bu left, Warren Earl violently threw a stack of books onto the floor, his face darkened.
Hawk's mysterious figure emerged from a corner of the room, remaining silent with his head lowered.
Once Warren Earl calmed down his frustration and irritation, Hawk's sharp voice echoed in the room: "This person is difficult to control."
Warren Earl suddenly grabbed a teacup from the table, his eyes cold as he stared at it. In a somewhat gloomy tone, he said to Hawk: "Right now, I only have him in my grasp. If he doesn't know what's good for him..."
With a loud crack, the teacup in his hand was suddenly crushed by Warren Earl. The shattered pieces pierced into his palm, breaking the skin and causing blood to flow. However, Warren Earl seemed oblivious to the pain; a sickly flush appeared on his face as he smiled ominously. His square and broad face looked somewhat twisted at that moment, exuding an eerie aura.
He turned his head sharply to stare at Hawk and said darkly: "Then I will make him understand what happens when one offends the Aldra Family."
Hawk silently withdrew, his figure vanishing from the air without a trace, more mysterious than a thief's Stealth.
The following days were uneventful. Yet, Bu was both pained and happy...
During his stay at the Aldra Family, Bu was constantly entangled with Wendy, leaving him no time to catch his breath. This little girl was relentless, always wanting him to play with her in various ways.
Before developing any feelings for Bu, Wendy might have been a quiet and dignified young lady. Although she sometimes showed a mischievous side, it was merely the youthful exuberance expected of a girl her age.
However, now even Wendy herself was unsure.
She had lost her previous calm demeanor, but she was genuinely happy now. It felt as if she had entered a new realm where everything was as beautiful as she had imagined, with different joys surrounding her at all times.
She felt that she had fallen for someone, and this thought sprouted like a seed in her heart, growing steadily.
If she went a day without seeing him, Wendy would be filled with a sense of anxiety about what might happen. Only when she was with him did she realize that love is the happiness experienced when two people are together.
Bu was not oblivious to Wendy's feelings for him; this feeling transcended friendship. It had surpassed camaraderie but stopped just short of love.
Perhaps if he simply expressed his feelings to Wendy, that thin barrier would be easily broken, and they would naturally come together.
But he held back; he had his concerns.
If Wendy were just an ordinary girl from a common family, then Bu wouldn’t hesitate too much. He could take her on adventures and, relying on his own abilities, ensure her happiness and joy.
But Wendy is truly a wealthy heiress, raised with a silver spoon in her mouth. Would such a young lady be willing to abandon her family, forsake wealth and glory, and follow him without hesitation?
Bu Xin was not very sure. Although he knew that Wendy was not an ordinary girl, he did not dare to voice that thought. Even if she were willing to leave her family for him, Warren Earl would not agree.
His current strength was still too weak to confront the entire Aldra Family. Moreover, he could not remain within the Aldra Family; there were too many things he needed to do, with the Ultimate Mission in Three Years being the most important.
Bu Xin did not think too much about it; he felt that life was actually quite good now. He joked with Wendy, teasing her until her face turned red as she playfully scolded him, calling him "stinky Brent," "nasty Brent," and even "dogshit Brent."
These simple words seemed more like playful banter between couples than genuine insults. Perhaps the innocent and cute Wendy simply could not think of anything clever or hurtful to say to Bu Xin, or maybe she just couldn't bring herself to scold him.
Bu Xin enjoyed this kind of life—simple and peaceful.
"It seems like a light cloud covering the moon. Floating gently, like the wind returning snow."
After reciting this line from Luo Shen Fu, Wendy clung to Bu Xin's sleeve like a lovesick girl, insisting playfully.
"Brent, I want more! This line isn't enough. You said you would miss me last night. So today you must express your longing for me in poetry."
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