Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

Chapter 32 My Sister Avril!

Liuyun City.

The Duke of Barthélemy's Palace.

This mansion once belonged to a fallen prince.

With Doug becoming a duke.

This prince's residence then became the Duke of Barthes.

main hall.

The atmosphere was somewhat somber, even a little strange.

Doug Bartley sat in the head seat.

He twisted his waist, seemingly trying to find a more comfortable position, but he just couldn't feel at ease.

"Your Grace, what do you think of these mineral deposits—"

Sitting on the lower left was a fat man wearing a dark red velvet suit.

He was all smiles, holding a thick parchment scroll in his hands.

Earl Turner.

The old noble family of the Yulan Empire is extremely wealthy, running a magic crystal business.

If it were in the past...

Earl Turner wouldn't even give a second glance to a newly promoted viscount like Doug, who rose to power through military merit.

But now?

Earl Turner wished he could stick his fat face onto Doug's boots.

"Lord Turner."

"I don't understand these business matters, and I don't want to understand them."

"If you want to talk about how to cut through heavy armor, or how to crawl out of a pile of corpses, I can chat with you for half a day."

Doug interrupted the other person impatiently, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest.

That's a very harsh statement.

It was even somewhat impolite.

"Your Highness is so witty, absolutely hilarious!"

"Besides bringing these small gifts to celebrate your promotion to Duke, I have another request to make."

Count Turner's smile froze for a moment.

He took out a clean white handkerchief, wiped away non-existent sweat from his forehead, and came.

Doug scoffed inwardly.

Since the imperial decree was issued, the threshold of the Duke's mansion has been worn down by visitors these past few days.

Everyone brought a priceless gift.

Each person's final "unreasonable request" was directed at the same person.

"Lord Turner wants to see Raven, doesn't he?"

Jenny sat next to Doug, wearing a well-tailored light blue dress.

She gently picked up her teacup, concealing the smile on her lips, but her gaze seemed to be watching a farce.

"Madam is wise!"

"I have long heard of your son's extraordinary talent."

"And now—cough cough, he's even more famous in the capital."

"I have a good-for-nothing granddaughter, only sixteen years old, who admires Lord Raven's charm—"

Count Turner quickly bowed and replied.

Upon hearing this...

Doug rolled his eyes.

It's the same old routine again.

Marriage.

In order to curry favor with a powerful figure in the Saint Realm.

These old foxes have no shame whatsoever.

"unfortunately."

"That kid has a really strange temper; he's been in seclusion these past few days."

"As you know, the most taboo thing in cultivation is being disturbed."

"————"

Doug said dryly.

He leaned back, assuming a gesture as if to see the guest off.

Threat.

A naked threat.

Count Turner's fat face jiggled.

He could tell, of course, that it was an excuse.

What seclusion?

Just as he entered the house, he heard the sound of a giant dragon sneezing coming from the backyard!

But would he dare to expose him?

He dare not.

Saint-level experts are those who stand at the pinnacle of the continent.

Don't say it's just that we can't meet.

Even if Raven rushed out now and beat him up.

His Majesty the Emperor in the capital would probably smile and ask Raven if his hand hurts.

"Since that's the case..."

"Then I won't bother you any longer."

"I will visit you another day, another day."

back yard.

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This place is completely different from the hustle and bustle of the front hall.

Artificial hills and flowing water, winding paths leading to secluded spots.

have to say.

The former prince certainly knew how to enjoy himself.

Every plant in the garden has been carefully pruned and arranged in a pleasing, staggered manner.

Avril sat on the swing.

She wore an elaborate court dress, with layers upon layers of lace, like a delicate cream cake.

It's beautiful, but it's too heavy.

"well----"

The girl's sighs were particularly clear in the quiet garden.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, the swing swung in a small arc, and then fell limply back down.

boring.

Utterly boring.

"It would be much more satisfying to kill a couple of magical beasts!"

Avril kicked a small pebble on the ground.

Then.

She scratched her hair in frustration, making her carefully styled hair a little messy.

"Want to kill a monster?"

A gentle voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Avril was startled and almost fell off the swing.

She turned around abruptly.

Raven was sitting on the top of the artificial hill, smiling at him.

"elder brother!"

"When did you arrive?"

"Why is there absolutely no sound?"

Avril's eyes lit up, and her previous gloom vanished instantly.

She rushed to the foot of the artificial hill in a few steps, looked up at Raven, and smiled happily.

"Just arrived."

"Look at you sighing and groaning here, you look like an old woman."

Raven jumped off the artificial hill.

It landed silently, like a feather.

"It's all because of those ridiculous rules."

"My mother insisted on finding me some kind of court etiquette teacher."

"I prefer cultivation and improving my strength to these formalities."

Avril complained somewhat discontentedly.

She genuinely disliked all those messy rules.

"hehe----"

"As for etiquette, a basic understanding is enough."

Looking at my sister's vibrant face.

Raven reached out and ruffled Avril's head, turning her already messy hair into a bird's nest.

"As for cultivation—"

Raven paused, his gaze sweeping over Avril's slightly immature shoulders.

Water system is superior, mental strength is superior.

An 18-year-old late-stage level 5 mage.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is already considered top-tier genius.

But in Raven's view, that's far from enough.

This world is too big.

Below the sacred realm, all are but ants.

the most important is.

Only by becoming a sanctuary can one possess eternal life.

Given Avril's situation, it wouldn't be an easy task for her to cultivate to the Saint Realm on her own.

but.

Raven didn't say it directly.

Even if it takes a massive amount of resources, he will still push Avril and her family to the Holy Land.

Only in this way.

Only then can their family stay together forever.

of course.

All of this is predicated on Raven being powerful enough.

Then.

The brother and sister chatted for a while longer.

They started by discussing which monster's meat tasted best, and then moved on to the latest popular skirt styles.

Most of the time, Ivy did the talking, and Raven listened.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the two figures, which swayed gently in the breeze.

The years are quiet.

"elder brother."

Sudden.

Avril stopped talking.

She stared intently at Raven, her smile slowly fading.

"Are you leaving again?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Raven's smile didn't disappear, but his gaze became somewhat distant.

He did not answer.

But this silence itself is the answer.

Avril bit her lip.

Although she is usually carefree, she is not stupid.

Since Raven returned, he seems to be at home with them every day.

But Avril could sense that her brother's heart wasn't with her.

Or rather, not entirely here.

His gaze would often drift towards the sky.

This home —

This ducal mansion —

This bustling Liuyun City —

Even the vast Magnolia Empire —

They were all too young for her brother.

Like a giant dragon, it cannot remain confined to shallow waters forever.

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