Chapter 8 Soul Baptism, Transformation and Promotion

I don’t know how long it took, but in the haze, Lear only felt that every cell in his body had undergone a transformation.

Deep in my soul, I feel an unprecedented sense of fullness.

It was like a person who had been thirsty in the desert for ten days finally drank some clean water.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, an unprecedented energy was surging in my body.

Concentrating his mind, a vortex of energy emitting a faint blue power, like an energy vortex on the sea that devours everything, quietly emerges in his mind.

A word immediately came to mind -

The seed of magic!

He condensed the seeds of magic power? !

He became a wizard!

Lear was surprised and delighted.

Hahaha! !

Finally stepped into the extraordinary path
Chaofan, this is the only and most direct way to get to the top in this world!
More importantly, if Chao Xian continues to grow, he will be able to destroy a city by himself, break mountains and open seas with his bare hands, and possess supreme power!

Things that can only exist in fantasy on Earth can be achieved in this fantasy world!

The mood suddenly became high.

The Seed of Life is the Knight's extraordinary path and will condense in the heart.

The seed of magic power is the magician's extraordinary path and will gather in the mind.

The two are not the same, but equally transcendent!
He took a deep breath and sensed again. Suddenly, he discovered that in the center of the vortex of the magic seed, a broken, light blue crystal was floating in the magic power.

Swamp Godhead!

The moment he sensed the divine nature, a panel quietly emerged in Lear's mind.

Lil Ayers

【Identity】: Pioneer Lord

【Territory】: None
[Level]: Apprentice Mage (Level 3)
[Magic]: 300
[Potential]: 2 stars (Promotion progress: 1%) (Level cap 9)
[Racial Talent]: Learning, you can learn the knowledge of any race.

[Skill]: Touch of the Wetlands (1 star, can grow) casts a beam of energy containing vitality, covering a 3*3 meter range, which can speed up recovery from injuries and can restore up to 15% of health points. The recovery effect on the life of the swamp tribe is increased to 30%.

The Remnant Power of the Gods (1 star, can grow) emits the residual power of the swamp god to intimidate the target. If the intimidation is successful, it will leave a mark on its soul and make it submit forever. The worse the target's condition and the weaker its resistance, the higher the success rate. If the intimidation fails, the opponent will fall into a rage and counterattack.

[Godhood]: Swamp (10%)

【Authority】: Not under control

[Evaluation]: The fate of a lord who controls the swamp godhood has quietly changed.

His detailed attributes are displayed above.

Is this an additional function of the intelligence system activated?

Lear was extremely excited. From now on, he would have a more intuitive understanding of his own power.

Continuing to watch, he had not awakened any power before, but in just ten hours, he had directly become a level 3 apprentice wizard.

He also gained two growth-enhancing skills—Touch of the Wetlands and Remnant Power of the Gods.

Lear felt the operation of the magic seed and felt wonderful.

This feeling is so comfortable!
But the important gain is the godhood!
Concentrating and sensing, the broken and incomplete glass ball object in the center of the magic seed emits a faint blue light and unspeakable pressure.

It was as if an ancient god was being conceived within it.

The shattered godhead of the swamp god!
This broken godhead has a weight of 10%. When the remaining fragments of the godhead are gathered in the future, he will become a true god!
Reach the top of this world.

He slowly stood up, opened the curtains and looked out the window.

At this moment, the sun is slowly setting in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun illuminates half of the sky. The colorful sunset is as gorgeous as if burned by flames.

The magnificent, majestic, prosperous and magnificent city flows through the pupils.

Lear could hear his own heart beating strongly and powerfully, thump-thump-thump.

The corners of his mouth curved up, then gradually became wild and unbridled.

Stretch out your right hand and slowly clench it forward. At this moment, the whole world is in your hands!

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The next day, January 7st.

This was an insignificant day among countless days and nights, but for the pioneer lord who was about to go to the wilderness to occupy new land for the kingdom, it was an extremely important day.

Because today, they will choose their own territory to develop and will be distributed development materials.

For nobles with family support, these supplies are better than nothing.

But for the impoverished nobles, these resources were a matter of life and death.

At nine o'clock in the morning, a number of carriages stopped at the east entrance of the Grand Duke's Palace.

This is the center of Loran City's government affairs. An administrative agency composed of thousands of government officials efficiently handles all affairs of Loran City here.

Some government decrees can even directly affect the situation in the northern provinces.

Today's pioneer lords have gathered in one of the spacious halls as instructed.

When Lear arrived, there were already hundreds of people in the house.

They gathered in groups of three or four to chat.

But they were all restrained and didn't make loud noises.

Lear put on a black noble robe with a golden phoenix flower mark on it - this was the only thing his original body was reluctant to sell, the last thing the Els family left for him. The golden phoenix flower was the emblem of the Els family.

Before he inherited the title, he was even deprived of the right to wear clothing engraved with the family crest - this was a privilege only enjoyed by the nobility!

If you are found impersonating a noble, or wearing clothing with noble emblems without permission, you will be severely punished according to the imperial law!

The punishment could be as light as confiscation of half of one’s property or as severe as exile.

In order to maintain their class privileges, the noble lords who hold power are resolute and cold-blooded.

There were hundreds of people in the room, and everyone held their chests high, displaying their family emblems. No matter how poor they were, they could not lose the glory of the nobility.

Lear saw that the ceremony had not yet begun, so he found an empty seat and sat down.

As soon as my butt touched the stool, two nobles wearing pure white aristocratic robes, with long golden hair draped over their shoulders and their heads held high, also sat down on the side.

Both of them had a bit of arrogance on their faces. They ignored others and started chatting among themselves.

Those who are a little older have some emotion in their voices.

"Every year before the pioneer lord sets out, the Grand Duke will send his confidants to bless and encourage him. Five years ago, the Grand Duke even came in person."

"I really envy those guys for being able to meet a legendary figure like the Archduke."

"That's the most powerful extraordinary being in our northern territory. One hundred years ago, he killed a grown dragon with his bare hands!"

The younger one said proudly.

"Once we build a town in the occupied wilderness, the Grand Duke will naturally summon us!"

The other party nodded appreciatively.

"That's right."

"But it is said that this year, Princess Philena may come to encourage practice."

There was a hint of fanaticism in his tone.

"Flower of the North, the Loran Rose!"

"It would be such an honor to be awarded by him personally!"

The young noble's eyes also lit up.

"I heard that no suitor has been able to gain the favor of His Highness. If we can be favored by His Highness, it would be worth it even if we die!"

Lear listened silently, with a subtle look in his eyes.

Jiebeien, Philena, the eldest daughter of the Grand Duke, is like a goddess in the eyes of ordinary people.

He had no idea about the other party's status. The only thing that made him curious was what kind of reward the princess of Lolan City would pay.
She is already a goddess, she can't do any worse.
Suddenly, the crowd's discussions gradually died down until it became completely quiet.

Lear noticed something strange and immediately turned around to look.

At the main entrance, a beautiful figure wearing a gorgeous embroidered white tasseled dress and pure black hollow printed gloves on both hands slowly walked in.

The long flaxen hair behind her head seemed to be floating in the water, without any fluctuations of gravity.

Her features were exquisite and flawless, and her eyes were as deep and blue as the purest gemstones, which made people obsessed.

Every move is elegant and classic, pleasing to the eye.

Wherever I pass, it feels like spring flowers are blooming and the breeze is blowing on my face.

It is like the warm sun in winter, touching the heart.

It gives people an extremely beautiful imagination.

"Her Highness Philena"

These pioneer lords only woke up from their dreams at this moment.

They excitedly held their hands up to their chests and bowed, paying homage to this flower of the North, the star of the empire.

Use the most humble attitude to express your truest feelings.

The two noble descendants who were as proud as peacocks were so excited that their faces turned red. They suddenly knelt on one knee, as if they wanted to climb up and kiss the path each other had walked.

That posture made Lear marvel.

Step by step, the beautiful figure passed through the crowd and saw Lear standing there calmly.

Eyes facing each other.

Lear gently placed his right hand on his shoulder and lowered his head slightly.

A standard greeting gift for an aristocrat.

There was a hint of smile in Philena's eyes, and she also gently touched her shoulder with her right hand and returned the greeting.

As for the others, they all behaved like subordinates or even servants.

As a respected person, she only needed to nod.

Only her companion is qualified to ask her to return the gift.

"Good day, Mr. Li'l Ayers."

Hearing the other party speak proactively, Lear nodded slightly.

"Good day, Her Highness Philena."

The two descendants of nobles who were kneeling on one knee below suddenly raised their heads and looked at Lear beside them.

His eyes were filled with astonishment.

Who is the other party? Why can he receive a personal greeting from the goddess?
Their solemn chivalry could not attract the other party's attention.
The two of them inexplicably felt like they were just funny clowns in a circus making people laugh.

The knightly etiquette that symbolized glory became extremely awkward.

(End of this chapter)