After being invited by his author friend "Please Urge to Write" to play a ga, he soon beca engrossed in "The Gate of the Nether Realm."
He had actually accumulated quite a bit of level experience points, but had not yet chosen a suitable combat profession because he hadn’t found one he liked, but now he felt he had found it.
"Scroll Scholar... huh? Although it doesn’t compare to a versatile profession like Mage, but... what if it’s Kael himself who has mastered such a career path?"
Emperor Ha pondered for a mont and said, "Do you rember when Brother Kael’s data panel was leaked a while back?"
Awakened midway through the afternoon, he blinked and said, "I rember there was quite a fuss about it on the forums... that dense skill panel being revealed, it even stunned ."
Emperor Ha reminded him, saying, "Did you ever look into the sources of those skills?"
The one who awoke in the afternoon shook his head and said, "Is that important?"
"It really is important." Emperor Ha knew his friend was a typical "Live for Fun" kind of player, but he never expected that, despite the commotion that had happened before, his friend hadn’t paid any attention to it.
"Actually, if you’re set on developing in Lancaster, you could really choose Scroll Scholar. The personal panel of Brother Kael that was previously revealed had over 50 Divine Arts skills.
The scroll you just saw must have been engraved with these Divine Arts, and I’m guessing Brother Kael has even more of them."
"If you could take root in Lancaster, you wouldn’t have to worry too much about lacking these kinds of skills, after all, just like you said, Brother Kael is truly powerful! The pure son of the version!"
The one who understood Emperor Ha’s suggestion nodded his head.
"It doesn’t matter, I never planned to change domains too often anyway. I’ll keep doing tasks on the side of Lancaster. Speaking of which, have you heard? Lancaster seems to be opening a new dungeon soon."
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Emperor Ha nodded and said, "Just don’t know what kind of gaplay that new dungeon will have. If it’s too tough and there’s no fun in playing, then it might be better to fish around in other domains’ dungeons."
"Just wait and see. You say there’s no gaplay experience, but once there’s a limited title event, aren’t you guys the first to rush in?"
"Hehe, what can I do, but it’s a limited title, you know!"
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The teasing and cursing of the two players gradually faded away with the departure of Kael, the protagonist, from the scene.
On the other hand, the battle between Kael and Earl Campbell gradually spread under the manipulation of interested parties.
This night, many people stayed awake.
In the house of Earl Campbell, the man who had just suffered a great humiliation sat quietly in his study.
He understood very well what today’s battle had brought him—nothing but loss.
He took out a bottle of fine wine from the cabinet, with a flick of his finger, popped the cork, and drank it down in one gulp. Rembering the voices of recent tis, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
More and more people were questioning him, a strong contender for the Duke’s position, yet unable to present any remarkable achievents or military victories.
While Charles and the others were using political, economic, or military achievents as their trump cards, he was still focused on preserving the base of his nobility, doing things many others had already done.
As his opponents flourished in every field, he only knew how to play noble politics.
He had the power to innovate, he could have been one of the best representatives of extre force in the Duchy of Anglance, but why was he always absent from the top-tier gatherings of strength, and now, he had even handed the heavy burden over to this border youth, nearly driven to death by noble infighting.
Earl Campbell froze in place... Having not achieved victory this ti, those who were usually silent as horses and cattle would now speak loudly.
He recalled a hundred years ago, he too had a dream of innovation. Back then, he was spirited and regardless of the costs, his complete victory in a minor skirmish between Anglance and the Holy Briania, which led his supporters to believe Campbell’s spring was coming.
However, later, on the battlefield, he t that man... the man who gave Holy Briania the title of Pope Country, phiel.
That rainy night, at the sight of phiel, he couldn’t even muster the courage to fight.
The most promising age, faced with the harshest blow – the failure in belief made people say that after that battle, Campbell was no longer invincible...
He was extrely frustrated, the innovative spirit of his youth turned to conservatism and stability.
The current him, covered in scales and fangs, watched his increasingly dissatisfied supporters getting restless. That Rezhe, whom he never took seriously, was also eyeing him greedily.
His heart filled with resentnt and fear was gathering. Full of anger, he chose to display his manhood on another battlefield, making the won tremble, the ones others sched so hard to obtain.
Yet when he awoke from a deep night’s sleep, everything returned to calm, but the corners of his eyes were getting heavier.
He laughed at himself sarcastically.
Perhaps, I’m just waiting for a strong one to end ... Kael, will it be you?
Whether he was willing to admit it or not, he understood that Kael, that guy, was a real monster.
Such an age, such strength, even when his ambition hadn’t faded back in the day, it was sothing Earl Campbell could never reach.
He knew all too well what such a monster ant... perhaps, as he said, the next millennium belonged to him.
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