The Summoner

This day is the eve of May 2, 1537, Liming.

A rainy night raged by the storm.

The storm that originated from the Star Sea is madly attacking the turquoise fort. The thick dark clouds seem to be able to be pressed down at any time to crush the minaret at the top of the castle.

Adrien stood behind the window, letting the wind blow up the cold raindrops and hit his delicate face.

Chill can bring spiritual concentration.

He was restless.

At this time footsteps appeared in the hallway outside the door, but a slight sound made Adrien more sensitive than the sound of wind and rain.

He knew it was the old housekeeper of the turquoise fort, with the footsteps of 72-year-old Owen.

Slow and steady.

And stopped in front of his room.

Adrien's breath was slightly tighter. He knew that the loyal old housekeeper of the turquoise family had arrived at his door, and he was about to announce the big things that would affect his future life, although he had expected it in his heart.

"Dangdang."

A light knock on the door sounded three rhythmically.

At the same time, Old Owen's slightly husky but clear-spoken words sounded: "Master Adrien, are you asleep?"

"No." Adrien closed the board-like window and took a velvet towel to the side to wipe off the childish face wetted by the rain, and said calmly: "O'en Butler? Come in, I haven't slept yet."

"Sorry for bothering me at night."

The door was pushed open.

Old Owen, who was dressed in regular clothes, walked in, and the yellow eyes under his white eyebrows looked at Adrien, slightly lowered: "Master, the test results of the Master Tower have been sent by the postman, and the master let me inform you of the results."

"Huh?" Adrien smiled calmly: "The result is Class C?"

"Yes."

Old Owen nodded and waited silently.

Adrien knew what he was waiting for, and didn't care to smile: "Tell my father, I will obey the arrangement."

"Okay." Old Owen nodded and turned to leave.

"and many more."

Adrien spoke.

The tone came to a halt, and he still asked, "My brother, what is the test result?"

"The result?" Old Owen's footsteps hesitated a little, or he said softly, "A-level." After he finished, he walked out of the room and closed the door again. He didn't mean to say anything. He didn't talk much. People.

Adrien smiled calmly in the room: "Sure enough it's A grade? Hmm?"

This result did not meet his expectations.

It's normal.

After studying in the Master Tower for 3 years, everyone knows their abilities.

It's just that Adrien didn't expect that during the test, the brother who was already an excellent apprentice on weekdays and was deeply loved by him would specifically target him, and the means were extremely ruthless, so that his test results fell completely to the lowest C level.

Mage Tower's magical talent test for adult apprentices is only 3 levels of ABC.

Both A-level and B-level talents can be broken into formal mages.

As for Class C...

He has been a master apprentice for life.

In other words, it means that there is no training significance, and it is recommended that this life be mixed and wait for death.

But for Adrien, if the talent is acceptable at the end of class B, and is directly rated as class C, it is equivalent to being completely destroyed by the abyss. The identity of the eldest son of the family heir cannot be saved.

As for the younger brothers who are born, they will get the inheritance right because of the genius A-level talent.

The once shady means are not important.

The result is already doomed.

The nobility is personable, and perhaps this result is also a result that everyone is willing to see.

Therefore, Adrien has no sloppy ideas. He is 16 years old and has a very mature soul. He naturally understands that he should be calm at this time, and then stabilize the existing reality, and then strive for more benefits.

For example, tomorrow morning, Father Father will hold a family meeting in the main hall of the castle.

The content is about inheritance.

There can only be one turquoise viscount in the turquoise fort in the future, which is a mandatory rule of the Silver Bay Kingdom.

That is, Adrien’s half-brother, Barrett, the only 13-year-old mother who is a shepherdess, but has shown amazing and excellent magic talent.

Thinking of the seemingly naive but extremely decisive and vicious means, Adrien's mouth showed a mockery.

"My lovely brother!"

Inheritance? Ha ha!

This seemingly splendid authority seemed extremely ridiculous to Adrien.

The title of Viscount turquoise, and this castle, may be as precious as gold to the indigenous people of this world, but for the traverser Adrien, it is only a slightly higher value property and inheritance.

Since his hole card came into this world, it has never been revealed in front of people, it is extremely secret.

The golden finger brought by crossing

——Natural space!

Thinking transmission, a space like a landscape oil painting, instantly unfolds with his thinking in his mind.

For a moment Adrien settled his mind.

Look carefully.

This space is about 2 acres. The base is fertile black soil. It has been cultivated by Adrien into farmland and wheat has been planted. Now it has extracted fine green shoots and is growing vigorously.

In the sky is a fist-sized ball of light, like the sun, releasing a gentle light.

There was a breeze.

The green shoots of wheat are swaying, as if cheering for life.

This is one of Adrien's cards, the real dependence to live in this world!

Moving his footsteps, he reopened the window that sheltered the wind and rain, extended his hand, and the heavy rain hit his hand, but just in the natural space, a drizzle also sprinkled, spreading evenly on the green buds of the ridge and wheat .

The greenery is lush, and this is the flow of nature.

Subtle green dots rose from the space.

Then poured into the land.

The green shoots extracted from the wheat are raised at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. Within a few seconds, the green shoots from the newly planted seedlings are transferred to the initial stage of rooting and long leaves, about 6 cm, and the rhizomes are more robust.

The next step is the intermediate stage of jointing and booting, and then the final stage of flowering, fruiting and maturity.

In reality, all this takes about 6 months.

And in this natural space.

It only takes 6 weeks!

That's right, the first 2 weeks germinate and root long leaves, the middle 2 weeks jointing booting heading, the next 2 weeks flowering and mature.

Just after maturity, Adrien can bring about 1,000 pounds of high-quality wheat.

Can get 80 shillings!

You should know that in the countryside around the turquoise castle, it is only 3,000 shillings to buy a small farm less than 10 acres. This is still mature land reclamation, with farm tools and grain homes, and a few serf prices.

If you go to other barren uninhabited areas to develop new land, the handling fee after success is only 50 shillings.

Part of the reason here is that wheat belongs to the fine grains eaten by the rich.

But it also clearly proves the purchasing power of the shilling.

Money is king.

Adrien took this truth seriously.

This is not his real hole card and can only be counted as one.

After watering the wheat seedlings in the natural space with rain, his thoughts returned, he closed the window again and came to the table, carefully cleaned the table top, and took out a small wooden box in the dark compartment at the bottom of the bed.

When opened, the interior is lined with cork and velvet cushions.

Then there are 2 square silver bottles.

This is Mithril Powder.

However, 2 ounces, the price has reached 20 shillings, which is very expensive magic materials.

The master is a job of burning money. If there is no wealthy family behind him, it is simply unsustainable. Even the top-level master will be distressed for money. Sometimes he will even put down his body and seek the help of some rich merchants or nobles. , For example, to become an honorary member of a certain force, thereby obtaining funding.

The reason why the turquoise fort can take the path of the mage tower is also the same, offering 300 shillings and corresponding magic materials every month in exchange for the magical shelter and apprenticeship of the mage tower.

This model is very suitable, in the eyes of both parties is a win-win situation.

The combination of money and power.

In fact.

If Yadrian’s 2 acres of fertile land without natural space, and the support of nearly 400 shillings per month, it is simply not enough to support himself to carry out magic research, nor to support him to open the way with money, buy various people inside and outside the castle, etc.

1 shilling silver coin = 12 pence copper coin.

This is a world of scarce materials, similar to the European Middle Ages.

In terms of salary, the weekly salary of an ordinary domestic worker is 1 pence, and the weekly salary of a skilled worker is 3 pence.

Therefore, Adrien’s path to money is almost unfavorable. In villages or temporary markets outside the turquoise fort, and in small towns belonging to the turquoise family, there is already a small force that secretly clings to.

This is necessary, he needs to secretly sell his wheat to the black market for the corresponding shilling.

Or use shillings to buy some precious magic materials.

For example, these 10 ounces of Mithril Powder.

His hole card!

Opening the silver can lightly, Adrien sprinkled the Mithril powder on the table.

He was also very careful. After the outermost circle was formed with a very regular pattern, he carefully scattered a more detailed pattern on the inner side, from the magic circle of Professor Master Tower, the most basic summoning circle.

After a short time, the summoning circle was completed, and 10 ounces of Mithril Powder was just used up.

"In the name of the void..."

Adrien meditated quickly on the spell.

Mithril powder surged with the magic in his body, and finally released a faint fluorescent light, lighting up the entire circle of the circle, and even the sheep oil candles placed on the legs of the table were pressed down: "Call!"

"bass--"

The Mithril powder on the summoning circle immediately dissipates into nothingness.

On the table, a subtle light sphere that could not be detected by others suddenly rushed towards Adrien.

The ball of light in his mind turned into a dialog box.

[Congratulations on your acquisition: Well]

【Water well (building)】

[Source: Diablo 2]

[Introduction: Wells containing the spirit of heaven can be used for minor treatment of injuries and recovery of physical strength, and can be used for detoxification. Watering plants can accelerate their growth. The amount of water in the well can be restored every month. 】

Adrien stunned and smiled immediately: "Unexpected harvest!"