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"While practicing drawing, it is essential to maintain a quiet environment, free from distractions, and to immerse oneself fully in the task."
Bruce seemed to reflect on his past, a hint of nostalgia in his voice as he said, "When I first started, I lived in a valley with my teacher and trained for over half a month. I had to practice dozens or even hundreds of times each day, until my wrists were swollen..."
Xiar felt strange information bubbling up in his mind, along with a surge of warmth coursing through his hands and arms, suddenly making them feel incredibly nimble.
He turned around and asked with an odd expression, "Mr. Bruce, do you know how long it takes to become proficient the fastest?"
"The fastest? There was once a martial artist who had exceptional control over his body; he became proficient in just three months. However, talent alone is a fatal flaw; he could never successfully undergo Spirit Awakening and thus could not become a true Spirit Master! Don't rush; these are all foundational steps for your future advancement..."
Bruce's tone carried a hint of envy, which only made Xiar's expression more peculiar. He lowered his head shyly and said, "Teacher Bruce, I just remembered that I'll be grounded by Father for some time and need to study at the estate. I probably won't be able to come out for about ten months. Could you give me some notes or something so that I can learn more?"
"Teacher?"
To his surprise, upon hearing this title, Bruce paused slightly, his expression softening considerably. He retrieved a brown notebook from a drawer and handed it to him. "Here, take this. It's my notes from when I practiced Mapping; it should be very helpful for you now."
Xiar quickly reached out respectfully to accept the hand-stitched notebook and carefully tucked it into the pocket of his clothing.
After bowing to Bruce, he left the basement without any sign of the mysterious transformation he had just experienced.
Once he was gone, Bruce quietly watched him leave, remaining still for a long time...
On the carriage, Xiar moved his wrist and discovered that his hands were surprisingly agile now, capable of performing various incredible movements.
"White Spirit!"
He silently recited a phrase in his mind, and the previous Interface suddenly appeared. This name belonged to the strongest totem in his game, the Nine-Tails Fox, which he had used as the name for the Totem Modifier plugin.
To his surprise, he noticed that the current Interface was slightly different from before; an additional attribute had been added.
"Spirit 18, Strength 06, Constitution 05, Agility 07, Evolution Points 15."
Evolution Points?
He rubbed his temples, vaguely recalling that this term seemed to be mentioned in the Evolution Modulator.
This feature could eliminate the need for precious Evolution materials like gems and pearls; with just a tap, it allowed the totem to upgrade directly.
It was likely that reaching the entry-level of Totem Drawing was due to consuming these points!
As he focused his thoughts on the Skill Bar's "Totem Drawing" level below, a piece of information suddenly surfaced in his mind.
"Evolution requirements: Constitution 06, Agility 09."
Well, it even provided the prerequisites for upgrading.
Xiar felt somewhat speechless; this Evolution Modulator was truly overpowered—no wonder it was considered a plugin!
Thud!
At that moment, the carriage came to an abrupt stop. Xiar lost his balance and bumped his head against the side of the carriage. Fortunately, a layer of velvet covered the surface; otherwise, he would have surely ended up with a big bump.
"Young Master, are you alright?" The coachman, Hans, heard the impact and anxiously pulled back the carriage curtain.
Upon seeing Xiar on the ground, panic and fear washed over his face, and he stammered, "Young Master, are you hurt? Please tell me you're okay!"
"What happened?" Xiar rubbed his forehead, feeling a sharp pain. Without needing a mirror, he knew it was red and swollen. He asked irritably.
Hans grew even more terrified and knelt down. "Young Master, it wasn't intentional! That little brat suddenly darted out..."
Did we hit someone?!
Xiar was startled by this revelation and leaned out to look past the reddish-brown horse. He spotted two children sitting on the road ahead. "I'm fine! Did we hit them? Are they okay? Let's go check!"
"Young Master, they are just commoners. It’s already a grave sin for them to have caused you injury! We must inform the family’s Enforcement Team immediately so these commoners know who truly owns Shining Gold Town!" Hans said with an air of superiority, disdain evident on his face.
Xiar paused for a moment, realizing that this was not the egalitarian Flowering Family he was accustomed to; he was a nobleman, the sole heir to Shining Gold Town.
In this land, he did not need to care about anyone's feelings.
All commoners were to revere him. Being struck by his carriage would not only go uncompensated but would also result in severe punishment!
This was what it meant to be a noble!
No wonder there were so many spoiled rich kids in ancient times; the power and privilege inevitably bred arrogance and reckless behavior. These thoughts flashed through his mind, but the character shaped by the Flowering Family took precedence, preventing him from sinking to their level.
He jumped down from the carriage, steadied himself, and strode toward the pair, getting a clear look at them.
The two were clearly siblings. The sister was no more than fourteen years old, her face dotted with red pimples and her short hair a reddish-brown.
The brother was still under ten, his rosy cheeks streaked with tears as he cowered in his sister's embrace, fear evident on his face.
When she saw him approaching, the sister quickly released her brother and knelt on the ground, repeatedly bowing her head. "Young Master, my brother didn't mean it. Please spare him! If you must punish someone, punish me instead!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Hearing the sound of her head hitting the ground made Xiar feel uneasy. In his previous life, he had envied the luxurious lifestyles of ancient nobles, but now that it had truly descended upon him, he felt a deep-seated aversion.
He reached out to help her up, but the terror in their eyes was like that of someone seeing a man-eating monster, making it impossible for him to proceed.
"Hey, Xiar, are you interested in this girl?" A teasing voice came from behind him. "Tsk tsk, quite a unique taste!"
"You all can leave now."
Xiar deeply realized the gap between nobles and commoners and had to suppress his compassion—showing it would only harm them further.
Once they hurriedly got up and fled as if escaping for their lives, he turned around and scolded with a smile, "You’re the only one who would be interested in such kids!"
The visitor was his childhood friend, someone he had grown up playing with. Naturally, being able to speak so casually with him indicated that he was also of noble birth, belonging to the Stone Family, which was adjacent to the territory of Shining Gold Town.
“Xiar, that guy is hosting a grand banquet tonight and has invited the nobles from around Shining Gold Town to Marklen Manor. I came to let you know; we should all go together,” the tall and slender Field said, lowering his voice as he approached.
“Uh, Field, I think I’ll pass this time,” Xiar shook his head.
“Wait, didn’t your uncle want you to get closer to them? Why would you give up such a good opportunity?” Field exclaimed, his face filled with surprise.
“My father wants me to enter the Imperial Royal Academy, so I need to focus on that. If I can’t even pass the entrance exam, it would be a disaster,” Xiar replied, shrugging in a manner reminiscent of his memories, looking quite troubled and helpless.
“The Royal Academy… I envy you. If you get in, you’ll definitely be better off than us who are just living off scraps,” Field said, his tone filled with envy and a glimmer of longing in his eyes.
“Your uncle must have paid a hefty price for you to get in; you should put in some effort too. I’m not trying to discourage you, but I’ve heard that the entrance exams for the Royal Academy are extremely tough. Many people fail to pass!”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
Xiar sighed dramatically, feeling utterly disheartened. After chatting for a few more moments, Field left in his carriage.
Xiar turned and climbed into his own carriage, feeling the slight bulge in his pocket and his eyes sparkling with excitement.
He needed to go back and verify things; if it really was as he suspected…
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