The ancient castle, with its long history, exudes the fragrance of time in every brick and tile. Being there is like wandering through the long river of time, and its unique charm can only be truly understood through personal experience.
In the elegantly decorated room, Qiya strode away with a satisfied smile, bumping into Crassus who was walking in. She gently patted the fat cat's head, gave him a charming smile, and her eyes held a hint of strangeness.
Logo rubbed his temples, his expression a mixture of helplessness and some indescribable emotion.
Crassus walked over with a puzzled look on his face. "Boss, what's wrong with Miss Qiya? Why is she so happy?"
"How should I know?" Logo rolled his eyes and complained irritably, "She kept pestering me to tell her all sorts of funny stories from her childhood. What's so interesting about those stories? I really don't understand what's going on in this woman's head."
"Huh? That's it?" Crassus's eyes widened.
The man and the tiger looked at each other, and finally shook their heads in unison, expressing their confusion.
"So, boss, what did you say to her?"
"I didn't say anything, just told the truth. Climbing trees to catch birds, going down to the river to catch fish, catching mice with you..." Logo rambled on and on, without even realizing that the smile on his lips had softened considerably as he spoke.
Crassus didn't notice the change in Logo's expression; his attention was completely drawn to certain words in Logo's speech.
"Catching mice..." Crassus muttered to himself, suddenly recalling the look in Qiya's eyes when she looked at him earlier. He hadn't thought much of it before, but now it seemed that it carried a hint of mischief.
"Uh..." Seeing Crassus's blank expression, Logo realized that he seemed to have mentioned some of the fat cat's dark history.
Logically speaking, these are private matters between the man and the tiger, Logo would never tell outsiders. But for some reason, he told Qiya everything today.
"Ahem... Speaking of which, how's your weapon and equipment upgrade going? Is there anything you don't understand?" Logo tried to subtly change the subject.
Crassus glanced at him sideways, his eyes slightly unfocused, and just stared at him without saying a word.
Logo felt somewhat uncomfortable under their gaze, his eyes darting around for a moment before he was about to say something more when Crassus spoke up, making no mention of what had just happened.
This puzzled Logo somewhat; given the fat cat's personality, it shouldn't have let him off so easily.
Unbeknownst to him, a gentle ripple spread across Crassus's lowered gaze, and deep within his heart, a slightly choked sob echoed, "Boss, you're back..."
The boy who was once so close to me, so vibrant and carefree, has returned.
Crassus, sensing this, was filled with joy and no longer cared that Logo had spread his dark history.
Sunlight streamed through the window, scattering into scattered golden dapples that fell upon the man and the tiger. Time seemed to rewind to a few years ago, when they were still young, they had leaned on each other like this, walking through countless years.
Tap! Tap!
The sound of steady footsteps came from afar. Crassus's ears twitched, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes. He looked up at Logo, whose expression was almost identical.
Two pairs of eyes turned to the doorway simultaneously. In the shadows, a familiar silhouette gradually became clear: a tall, resilient figure, bearing a hint of vicissitude, disappeared into view.
The old count
"Haha, you two little rascals, did you miss me?" A booming voice echoed in the room like thunder. The old man, whose energy and spirit were more than ten times stronger, looked at Logo and Crassus with a smile.
"I knew you would succeed in breaking through." Logo stood up, his words earnest, but the breath in his chest had quietly and completely dissipated.
With the current power of the Eye of Insight, even Legendary beings have almost no secrets in front of Logo.
Moreover, the old count made no attempt to conceal his aura. The Sanctuary, a hallmark of Legendary life, subtly transformed into a small world around him, resonating with the surrounding heaven and earth, constantly drawing upon the vibrant natural elements.
At this moment, under the Transcendent vision, the old count was like a god walking in a blood mist, his eerie gaze bringing unparalleled Intimidation.
In reality, for ordinary beings, there isn't much difference between Legendary and gods; both are beings who can easily manipulate them.
"This breakthrough went very smoothly, with almost no setbacks in achieving the sublimation of one's life level." The old count, sitting beside Logo, remarked with emotion, "It's all thanks to the blood soul power of that Topaz Dragon; otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy."
"The Dragon Clan is naturally blessed. You devoured the blood soul of True Dragon destined to become a Legendary, so it's only natural that your breakthrough was smooth." Logo smiled gently.
The old count looked at his expression, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He had a feeling that the young man's temperament had changed a lot compared to before he went into seclusion.
As if ice had melted into water, her once sharp and intimidating features softened considerably, and the curve of her cheeks seemed to subtly recede, giving her an air of gentle, dignified, and ancient simplicity.
"Strange..." The old count was puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions. The young man in front of him was always very opinionated, and there was no need to ask him about many things.
"Speaking of the True Dragon Clan, how's your mount Caesar doing? I heard he won the championship in the High-Rank Transcendent stage of the Martial Arts Tournament?"
"You already know?"
"I heard it from Kabo on the way. I never expected it to be so powerful. Even the famous Prince Damengsi of the Dawn Empire was defeated by Caesar." The old count shook his head, truly unable to connect that foul-mouthed rogue dragon with the champion of the Martial Arts Tournament.
"Caesar's strength is indeed formidable."
"Where is he now? I can't see him." The old count said, glancing around.
Seeing Logo, Logo pointed to the wall next door, "He's cultivating next door; his accumulation is complete."
"You mean, Caesar is breaking through to the Legendary?" The old count stood up abruptly, his tone carrying a hint of disbelief and a touch of bitterness.
A man who is more powerful than a dragon is infuriating; he himself went through many hardships to achieve his Legendary status.
But this rogue dragon, who's only a year old at most, is actually going to become Legendary being?
Is there no justice left?
The old count's initial smugness at his successful breakthrough vanished, and he sat there in a daze.
Logo and Crassus exchanged a glance, wisely remaining silent. It was best not to provoke the already shaken old man at this moment.
But things are unpredictable. Logo and Crassus quieted down, the wall on the other side began to shake violently.
Strands of golden light, imbued with a sacred aura, pierced through the wall, their rays intertwining and converging to form a colossal dragon roaring towards the sky—a figure none other than Caesar.
"Alas, life is full of hardships, and Fate is cruel!" The old count sighed as he looked at the projection of the True Dragon on the wall.
Strange phenomena unfolded for about ten minutes, after which the light shining through the wall grew increasingly intense, eventually solidifying into a Gold Dragon over three meters tall, which walked proudly toward Logo.
The unique aura of the Legendary realm permeated the air.
After the breakthrough, Caesar's appearance didn't change much, except that the color of his scales became more dazzling. The golden dragon scales were tightly arranged, exquisite and beautiful, like a work of art sculpted by a master craftsman.
In terms of looks, Caesar would probably be considered a super handsome guy among the Dragon Clan.
"Boss, I've fulfilled my mission. I'm Legendary now! From now on, Gain 'll only be the second bodyguard." A wild laugh echoed, and everyone could hear the smugness in his voice.
The old count rubbed his forehead with one hand, utterly baffled as to how such a quirky fellow could have such good luck.
"Oh? Your Excellency the Earl is here too? You've broken through as well? That's great! Shall we go out and spar?" After squatting down in front of Logo, Caesar noticed the old Earl's presence and, upon discovering that the latter had also broken through, excitedly suggested.
Previously, the old count never accepted challenges in order to conserve his energy, and Logo also forbade Caesar from provoking him. But now it's different. After becoming Legendary being, life will usher in a new starting point, and all aspects of its qualities will undergo a huge leap and refresh. No matter how decayed and dilapidated Tier Nine life form is, if it enters the Legendary realm, it will become full of vitality.
The old count was no exception; although his appearance remained unchanged, his physical functions were like the rising sun, radiating boundless light.
Caesar's proposal for a duel at this point was naturally without any problem.
"Hmph, this little dragon brat's pretty arrogant." The old count sneered, rising to his feet. "Come on, let me see just how capable you are!"
Having said that, the old count strode out.
Back in the day, Kevin Herbert was known for his fierce and aggressive nature, often engaging in duels. It was only in his later years, when his health deteriorated, that he restrained himself.
Now that the Legendary has been broken and the old ailment has been cured, a great battle is something the old count would much rather have wanted.
Caesar was taken aback by the old count's quick agreement, then turned to look at Logo with a questioning look in his eyes.
"Hmm... Don't go too hard, give the old man some face, but don't go too far either, or he'll be unhappy," Logo advised, stroking his chin.
Upon hearing this, Caesar's expression turned slightly bitter.
It can't be too heavy, and it can't be too light, how do I hit it?
"Why aren't you leaving yet? What are you muttering about?" At this moment, the old count noticed that Caesar hadn't followed, turned around, and frowned. "Could it be that you were just showing off your verbal skills?"
"Nonsense, how could this Dragon King be afraid?" Caesar retorted angrily, then strode after him, completely forgetting Logo's earlier instructions.
Logo watched the backs of the man and the dragon and shook his head helplessly.
Crassus suppressed a laugh, glanced at Logo, and then quickly followed behind to watch the excitement.
One hour later.
The exchange has ended.
Logo didn't go to see it, so he doesn't know what happened.
But seeing that the old count locked himself in his room for half a day and didn't come out, you could tell that the old man had really lost face this time.
When Crassus returned slyly and vividly recounted the details of their sparring match, Logo simply smiled knowingly.
With his Eye of Insight, neither the old count nor Caesar's fighting prowess could be hidden from him.
Compared to the old count, Caesar's foundation was far too deep. He had the advantage in both profession and bloodline, so the outcome of this battle was already predetermined from the beginning.
This is also why Logo didn't go to watch.
"How is the old count's injury?" Logo asked Crassus.
Crassus tilted his head, his metal tail swaying, and said with a grin, "There are no injuries. After Caesar finished the fight, he used [Holy Light Healing] to completely restore the old count."
Logo nodded slightly, then instructed, "Go and inform the head steward to keep the news of Caesar's breakthrough to Legendary a secret."
"Why is that?" Crassus asked, puzzled.
"It's never a bad thing to have a few trump cards up your sleeve," Logo, squinting.
Crassus nodded thoughtfully. "Then, should we keep the news from the old count under wraps?"
Logo shook his head. "That's unnecessary. He broke through in the Sea of Slaughter, and it's already registered. It can't be hidden from the Royal Court, nor from those who are interested. It's too late to block the news now."
"Understood, I'll take care of it right away." Crassus nodded slightly and then stepped out.
During this period, thanks to Qiya, Logo held a very high position in White Wolf Castle, almost like a half-master, and these matters could be handled with just a word.
"You lad, you've got a keen mind. No wonder you're a promising talent from the alchemist lineage." The Grand Elder suddenly appeared beside him, but Logo showed no surprise. Instead, he smiled faintly and said, "If you weren't so meticulous and cautious, you'd be dead eight hundred times over."
"That's true. It's better to be more refined. A brute can only ever be a henchman." The elder raised an eyebrow, sat down in the chair next to Logo, and leisurely picked up a green fruit and started munching on it. Juice was everywhere. At first glance, he really looked like a child, if you ignored the vicissitudes in his eyes.
"What brings you here, sir?" Logo stretched, appearing quite casual in front of this pillar of the Royal Court.
The elder didn't beat around the bush, "I've found you a teacher."
"An alchemist?" Logo frowned.
"Yes, a master alchemist." The elder nodded.
"Five stars or six stars?" Logo asked again.
A master alchemist is an alchemist capable of creating five- or six-star artifacts.
Going a step further, one becomes a master alchemist whose status is comparable to that of a god.
There is a chasm between the status of a five-star master and a six-star master.
If it were a five-star rating, Logo wouldn't even give it a second glance.
"He is a six-star alchemist named Madison, from the Tia Empire. He once created a Six-Star Legend quality Demigod, and his status is highly respected." The Grand Elder's eyes brightened slightly, with a deeply hidden envy. If the Royal Court had an alchemist of this level, its overall strength would at least double.
"Madison..." Logo tapped the table lightly with his index finger, turning to look at the Grand Elder, "When will you become his disciple?"
Such a thick thigh is definitely not to be missed.