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When Anne's story was finished, Elan's throat choked and he couldn't speak, and he thought of his father Ihora and his mother Arran, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

The two lonely Harrilands, independent in the night breeze of the town, seem to be incompatible with the whole world, they have never enjoyed the warmth of a complete home, they are the indebted ones of the whole world, and the word home is so rare and precious in their eyes.

Anne pulled out her champa and gently wiped Elan from her tears.

"Boys have to be strong, and they can't shed tears."

"No, I'm just blinded by the wind and sand." Ilan refused to admit it, like a boiled duck with a hard mouth.

"Hmph, I know you have a hard mouth. Let's go, Grandpa Brolin is in a hurry. ”

As she spoke, Anne naturally took Elan's hand, as if she was holding her own relative.

On the streets, the sound of footsteps was still ringing, and Ilan and Anne were like a walk after dinner, their steps were relaxed and their mood was much more relaxed.

Some feelings are always aggrieved in the heart and are easy to get sick, and having someone to share and vent will make life easier and better.

It is a very inconspicuous building on stilts, which has not been renovated for many years, and is full of traces of time, with moss marks on the steps and walls, and the entire floor revealing the vicissitudes of history.

Fortunately, it is built with sturdy cedar wood from top to bottom.

The pillars of the house are made of large cedar wood, and between the columns, fir of different sizes are used to connect them diagonally through the straight sleeve, and although there is no iron nail, it looks very strong.

Otherwise, Ilan would have to suspect that this stilted building would collapse at any time.

The two men walked up the stairs, and the wooden steps creaked and shattered, like a ballad from ancient times, telling a heart-wrenching tragedy.

The two climbed upstairs, and the floor was very refreshing, and the four walls of the house were slotted and inlaid with cedar boards, and the inside and outside were coated with tung oil, which was clean and bright.

The bedroom door was hidden so that you couldn't see inside.

Outside the bedroom is a hall with a fire pit.

There is a large rocking chair in the hall.

On the big rocking chair lay on his back an old man, with white eyebrows, white beard and white hair, very old, it was the old village chief of the town of Oghamdo, Grandpa Brolin.

The old man was closing his eyes when he heard the noise downstairs, opened his wise eyes, and before Elan and Anne could speak, he opened his mouth first.

"It's Annie, hehe, and Ilan, well, you're here, it's good."

"Hello Grandpa Brolin, I called Ilan for you." The little girl walked briskly behind Brolin, clenched her two little fists, and gently pounded the old man's back.

"Hello village chief, grandpa." Yilan also hurriedly said hello.

"Ilan, I heard that you killed Leonardo, the son of Gramm, known as the 'Butcher of the Bloody Hand'." The old man spoke slowly, as if he was cautiously thinking about something.

"Yes, at that time, Leonardo was trying to bully Anne and Lydia, and I couldn't bear it anymore, so I had to take action. It's a problem for the village. Ilan told the truth and briefly described what happened at that time. Then he looked at the elder, not knowing what Grandpa Brolin's attitude was.

"Hehe, it's really a hero out of a teenager, or a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers." Brolin sighed, as if he was just muttering to himself, reminiscing about his youth, his pupils were also a little cloudy, and he didn't seem to look at Ilan at all.

"Grandpa Brolin, what do you mean......" Ilan asked him tentatively.

"Hehe, young man, do you know how powerful Gram is?"

"Isn't this a third-level professional?" Yilan was a little suspicious, he was still in the rookie stage of the strength of the strong people on the continent, and he didn't know much about it, so he was very at a loss.

"Ilan, hehe, do you know the classification of professionals?"

"I don't know much about this." Ilan is a little ignorant, as a Harrilan, he is just a small character living at the bottom, this kind of thing involving the secrets of the strong, he can understand too little.

"In fact, under the third-level professional, it can only be said that there is the potential and qualification to promote the strong, but to really enter the forest of the strong, only by crossing the threshold of the third-level can it be done, there are too many geniuses on the mainland, and they have been blocked out of the third-level professionals for life, do you know why?"

"Grandpa Brolin, can you tell me about it?"

"yes, Anne wants to know, too? Grandfather. Anne also asked curiously.

"Hehe, okay, then I'll tell you."

The old man's voice was low and eloquent.

"Before ancient times, the blood of human beings was simple and could communicate well with the laws of nature, so that the strong emerged in an endless stream, and gods and sub-gods abounded, however, since ancient times, the gods fought and the courtyard of the gods was shattered, resulting in the fragmentation of the laws of the world, and people's bloodlines were mixed, and it was no longer possible to fully comprehend the laws, therefore, human beings, whether it was Noah, Harriland, or elves, beast spirits, people's cultivation was greatly restricted, and they could no longer freely cultivate various attributes as before, Therefore, the mere magician and warrior no longer exists. ”

"I see, then why are we still able to practice magic and various skills?" Ilan thought for a moment and felt very conflicted, so she raised her own questions.

"Fortunately, there is no endless road, but our ancestors discovered a secret about the talent of the bloodline in the struggle against fate."

"What's the secret?" Anne asked, unable to contain the excitement in her heart.

"The secret is that as God's people, each of us will have a different bloodline in our bloodline, but in the process of this world turmoil, due to the rupture of the law, the bloodline of human beings is constantly being fused and chaotic, and now there is no single pure bloodline."

"Isn't that bad?" Ilan asked in a whisper.

"If the blood is mixed, it will cause it difficult for the human body to directly fit with the pure heaven and earth Yuan force, resonate, and will also cause rejection reaction, if you simply cultivate a certain ability, when the ability is strong, it will often cause a conflict between the bloodline and the ability, and the body will not be able to bear it, and eventually it will explode and die."

"How can this be, it's not that it cuts off our way to promotion."

"That's not it, the solution is to cultivate the three systems at the same time, although our bodies can no longer simply cultivate magic or fighting spirit due to the mixed blood, but the genius ancestors, after continuous experiments and a large number of research, found that every god's people can be awakened in a specific way, that is, the current ten talents, when the three systems awaken, they will become a third-level professional, that is, what people on the mainland call one hundred and twenty professions."

"Oh, so the pro came out." As if suddenly realized, Ilan let out an exclamation.

"These ten talents represent the bloodlines of ten god-level powerhouses, and they are ......," Brolin continued, but was interrupted by Annie.

"Grandpa, I know this, I'll tell you."

"Hehe, you say, you say."

"They are:

a talent for fighting, symbolizing Kirios, the god of destruction;

Illusion talent, symbolizing the goddess Dahuta of change and the sea;

The iron wall is talented, symbolizing the god of abundance, Shatikun;

The gift of will, symbolizing Hakar, the god of doors and seals;

The gift of death, symbolizing the goddess Noi, who rules the underworld;

Wild talent, symbolizing the grassland hero Tayang who guards his oath with his life;

Elemental talent, symbolizing the elven hero Olan Jeffrey, who is strong in the face of fate in forbearance;

Assassination talent, symbolizing the assassin hero Molisala, who dedicates himself to his faith and mission;

the talent of bards, symbolizing the erudite and romantic bard Lucius Quint;

The gift of life, symbolizing the world spectator Chiplosha Deyle, who is in charge of the courtyard doors. ”

"Grandpa, I know all of this, but what does this have to do with the strength level?" After saying that, Anne asked softly with a puzzled expression.