Three days!

Alberth stayed at Oak Manor for another three days before he reluctantly said goodbye to Arthur—

"Arthur, trust me, we'll see each other soon!"

When he boarded the carriage, Albers didn't forget to talk to Arthur.

"Of course!"

Arthur nodded affirmatively, and at the same time, shoved a leather notebook into Albers's hand, and said in a low voice.

"This is a manuscript of the [Activation Rope Technique], [Noise Technique], and [Arrow Guiding Technique], and I use the lingua franca."

Albers' eyes immediately lit up with emotion.

Although he taught Arthur [Lockpicking], [Memory] and [Wand Fighting], he did not transcribe it for Arthur, but only dictated, and some other mysterious knowledge and rumors were also oralized.

The thought of this made Albers feel guilty.

For three days, most of the time he confided in Arthur and forgot to record it for Arthur, but Arthur remembered.

Forgiving, patient, and genuinely recognizing Him.

He even endorsed some of his ridiculous ideas: to form a 'detective alliance' to recruit and train more young detectives and cooperate with the local police to fight crime—ideas that were ridiculed by his closest and dearest people, who thought it was impossible, and even the uncle who seemed to him worthy of respect persuaded him to give up.

But Arthur supported and helped him with advice.

He really taught him like a brother.

If it weren't for the fact that the time agreed with his uncle had reached its limit, he definitely wouldn't want to leave Arthur's side - here, he thought he could learn more!

"Arthur ......"

"We'll see you soon!"

"Don't keep your uncle waiting—he's been waiting for three days!"

Arthur interrupted Albers with a smile and motioned for the coachman to leave.

Albers flailed his arms vigorously, and Arthur responded.

He stood in front of the rebuilt drawbridge and watched as the carriage disappeared behind the fork in the road, before turning back to the manor.

And at the moment of turning, the corners of Arthur's mouth could no longer be suppressed.

Big catch!

Not only did he harvest the three secret techniques of [Lockpicking], [Memory] and [Wand Fighting], but he also determined that the 'noble bloodline' and the 'ritual' of reconciling and stabilizing the spirit did not conflict, and that once the 'noble bloodline' was awakened, it could not only ensure that the 'spirituality' stimulated by the awakened person was safe, but also give the awakened a certain amount of security.

To put it simply, it is also safe for bloodline awakeners to put aside their own 'spirituality' and add some 'spirituality' - while ordinary 'gifted', as long as they show their talent, they have to face the weirdness that will attack at any time, and if they are talented, it will cause disaster.

Powerful, safe, and safe for ordinary people!

Because of this, the nobility is born with an unbeatable advantage!

And over time, that advantage becomes authority!

However, this information is not the most important thing for Arthur at this moment.

On top of that, Arthur learned from Albers that the broken bloodlines of the nobility could be mended - among the nobility, there was no shortage of such 'incompletely awakened' heirs, and for the sake of these successors, the great nobles of the Silver Age had painstakingly researched the 'Glory Potion'!

Glory is my life!

Serve the glory, inherit the glory, and become the glory!

Any nobleman who has not fully awakened can take the 'Glory Elixir' to replenish the bloodline.

Of course, the 'Potion of Glory' is also quite precious, and no one has it except the real nobles.

And it just so happened that Arthur had a good relationship with a certain nobleman!

Tigress ...... of South Los No!

It's the master of South Los, the honorable countess!

How to get the 'Glory Elixir' from the other party, Arthur already has an idea!

Rat Street, Rat Tail Alley!

Obviously, that's where the other person's attention will be!

It's his chance, too!

'I need the right moment!' ’

Arthur thought to himself and beckoned to the old butler not far away.

"Master Arthur, what do you command?"

The old butler bowed and asked.

After three days of getting along, the old butler was more satisfied with Arthur - the young master in front of him not only did not have the arrogance and impulsiveness of the imaginary young man, but also had a very peaceful, humble and polite personality, plus he had 'talent' and was really an ideal heir.

Thinking of the ridiculous appearance of those guys who had come to the manor to inquire about the news these days, the old butler couldn't help but think how good it would be if Young Master Arthur inherited the position of Lord.

Unfortunately, Master Arthur refused.

Unfortunately, the Earl will not allow it.

"I want to see that one before I leave—the Golden Oak!

And pick a few golden acorns. ”

Arthur said in a high-sounding voice.

However, Arthur is also quite curious about the golden oak tree, which can produce golden acorns.

The fruit of a hundred-year-old oak tree is a golden acorn, but the oak tree that produces golden acorns at Oak Manor is 500 years old.

For this reason, this oak tree is called the Golden Oak.

Moreover, it is rumored that this oak tree was once in a state of 'suspended animation', and it was not until Lord Doyle's father was sealed in this land that it was resurrected, which also created the glory of the Doyle family.

This was what the old butler Vic had told him.

In this regard, Arthur remained objective and calm, and he believed that what made this golden oak tree 'resurrect' was some necessary legal and reasonable means.

It's definitely not like being alive before, being hidden or something.

It's like, if anyone dares to question the legitimacy of this golden oak tree at this moment, Arthur will definitely 'purify' and 'adjudicate' the other party - if it is not possessed by evil spirits, how can he say such cold and ruthless words?

You know, it's his tree!

Following the old butler, Arthur and Vontel, who had been forcibly brought in, walked to the second half of the manor.

It's more heavily guarded.

And as he approached the golden oak, the old butler immediately reminded—

"Follow my footsteps, don't make a mistake!"

Vontel nodded immediately, but there was helplessness on his face.

The more he came into contact with 'Mystery', the more he felt that 'Anna' was friendly.

The other 'mysteries' are not only complicated, but also too dangerous.

Arthur, on the other hand, followed the old butler and looked around.

From the beginning, his [Death Intuition] kept flickering, but with the old butler's pace, the flickering frequency began to decrease rapidly, and by the time he walked down a sheep's intestine path, the [Death Intuition] completely stopped.

'What was that?' ’

'What am I targeted?' ’

Arthur was sure that it was no ordinary trap, but 'live'.

'A guardian spirit who has made a pact with House Doyle? ’

'Or a guardian spirit that lives next to the golden oak?' ’

After communicating with Albers, Arthur is finally not a half-informed novice mystery, and he begins to gradually get rid of his rookie identity.

But if you want to determine what it is at a glance, Arthur can't do it yet.

Along the path, at the end of the road, Arthur finally saw the golden oak.

It takes five people to hug the main trunk with a well-developed root system, deep in the earth, and the thick branches spread in all directions, like an umbrella covering the ground with a radius of 50 meters, and between the branches, hidden golden acorns.

Arthur looked at it and found seven or eight.

"This is the essence of the Doyle family!"

"It's also the wealth of the Doyle family!"

"Only the heirs of Oak Manor can come here to pick golden acorns!"

The old butler said softly.

Arthur nodded, and Fontel completely lost interest - in the eyes of the young rich man, this oak tree was not magical except for being larger, and it was not as depicted in those legends, not only could talk, but also contained peerless treasures, waiting for the arrival of his protagonist, and then, when the enemy attacked, he got the treasure at the most critical moment, went through hardships, and took revenge!

Hmph, it's all real!

Definitely this tree isn't magical enough!

Vontel thought firmly.

"What a big tree!"

Arthur admired, and in his ears, there were a series of voices—

"Young warrior, can you hear me?"

"Young warrior, I've been waiting for you for a long, long time!"

"Young warrior, all my treasures here are yours!"

……

The voice is soft, like a noisy wind.

But Arthur turned a deaf ear.

Because—

The [Death Intuition], which had just been extinguished, flickered rapidly again.

(End of chapter)