At Sixty-Five: In Xikailan's mysticism market, you met a mysterious mysticism merchant who possessed a vast amount of occult knowledge. From him, you bought the ritual for Recorder. Only later did you learn that this merchant was a priest of the God of Knowledge.
At Sixty-Six: You returned to Kwotela, completed the ritual, and successfully advanced to Recorder. You were too old, and the advancement process was not pleasant. You nearly died during it.
At Sixty-Seven: Your heir had already stepped down, but Kwotela's new generation of Archons still maintained the policy foundations you had laid back then. Now, Kwotela had already become the largest commercial city in the entire central Federation. Large numbers of people and merchant caravans gathered and exchanged here.
At Sixty-Eight: The tavern your son opened grew larger and larger as well. The wine he brewed was indeed delicious. These wines even began to be sold to other parts of the continent with the merchant caravans. Methods of steadily obtaining extraordinary power began spreading rapidly across the whole continent. Now the children of your family no longer needed to undergo the blood trial. They only needed to buy the corresponding Secret Medicine.
At Sixty-Nine: The times changed especially quickly over these past few years. Because of the merchant caravans and flow of people coming and going, Kwotela gradually formed the largest mysticism market in the central part of the whole continent. You rented a small shop inside, buying or selling some antiques or occult trinkets.
At Seventy: The heir you had chosen back then passed away, and you attended his funeral. A statue of you stood in the city center, but now fewer and fewer people still recognized you. Whether it was the effect of the extraordinary, or the enhancement from the blood trial when you