In the garden located at the back of the Ezenholm Family, Noel had been ditating for a few hours.
He was fully absorbed in the current problem, which was to determine the power of his fla.
"Hmm?" Raincart, who was watching from a distance, couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows. There was a spark of interest flashed in his gaze, but he contained that curiosity so as to not bother Noel.
The black fire was gushing out of Noel's body. At first, it was a mild fire. There was no heat or whatsoever.
However, the more ti passed, the higher the temperature of the fire. They started feeling the intense heat even though they were standing thirty ters away.
Even Raincart had to raise his guard against that fire, but it seed that he didn't have to worry. Before it grew out of control, the fire temperature gradually decreased.
Noel appeared to be having second thoughts about raising his fire temperature. Of course, it didn't an that he would completely ignore the temperature.
After so adjustnt, the fire seed to have stopped fluctuating. When the heat brushed Raincart's skin, he could roughly asure its temperature.
Noel actually wanted to maintain the fla's behavior. Since it was the fla, it was obvious that it should have intense heat and high temperature. But the question was, how high?
If he set it too high, the fla would destroy everything and beco uncontrollable. Hence, he settled for two and a half tis higher than the average fla. This should be enough to overwhelm any fire his opponent might have, even if they were quite extraordinary.
After all, Noel had a few other properties to adjust on.
Since the fire radiated the heat, he wanted to adjust the amount of heat. If the heat was too strong for the current temperature, it would beco unstable. In addition, it would burn everything around it.
At the sa ti, the fire couldn't be without heat. He thought that for an Undying Fire that would last forever, the sufficient heat would be two tis more than normal, but he also made an adjustnt with the temperature.
This way, he wouldn't accidentally hurt his people when fighting around them. While he was a fighter, he was a lord. So, there was no way he would fight alone in the future.
The fla began to swirl around Noel's body. It looked like the fire was eager to show its power, starting from burning the grass and soil.
However, Noel imdiately stopped it with his control because if he wasn't careful, he could easily burn the mansion behind him. It also reflected the possible future after becoming a noble.
While Noel was adjusting his fla, Raincart got a guest.
The guest was a middle-aged man. He had a straight posture and gallant figure.
"So, he is Leysha's son…" The man said, a bit surprised by what he saw from Noel. Even he felt so fear toward that fla. And after hearing about Noel's achievent, he might not be able to win against Noel once he becos a Spirit Grandmaster.
"Indeed." Raincart nodded proudly. "But don't take it to heart. He is just too irregular. You're already talented enough, and your children have nothing to worry about."
"Thank you, Father." The man turned out to be Raincart's son, the current family head of the Ezenholm Family. "But if I'm not wrong, Leysha also…"
"Yeah. He has inherited his mother's elent as well. In other words, he has two Spirits residing within his body. But it's even more surprising because those two spirits have opposite elents."
The man thought for a mont and asked, "Those two elents are in harmony? How?"
"Normally, if two opposite elents reside within a body, they would clash and end up harming its host. However, I could see that the fla, despite overbearing, is the one harmonizing the relationship between the two elents."
"What? Then, the fla is actually lowering its own property in order to match the ice?"
"Yeah."
"But doesn't that an the fla's full potential hasn't been released yet?" The man gasped.
"Exactly. Yesterday, he asked whether there is a way to procure an Ice Elent Item or herb and a large quantity of Demon Crystals."
"…" The man fell silent as sothing clicked in his mind. "Father… the reasons for him to request those things… might be for the fla developnt."
"Yeah. I'm thinking the sa thing. If my prediction is correct, that Ice Spirit is trying to increase its power so that the fla can release its full potential. Actually, after he ca here last ti, I had been researching about the Ardagan Family."
"If the record is correct, Noel actually possessed a similar if not the sa spirit as his ancestor. The sa spirit that gave birth to the only Spirit King in history." Raincart narrowed his eyes as his expression turned grim.
"What?"
Raincart asked, "Can you… help procure those things?"
The man fell into deep thought, muttering, "The Demon Crystals are not a problem. Even if those families feel sothing weird about our large purchase this ti, I can fend them off. The problem is the Ice Elent item… I think I have to ask an old friend to see if he has any clue or not."
Raincart smiled. It wouldn't be weird if he felt awful after knowing that his nephew was as strong as him. But that assurance from Raincart indirectly implied that no matter how talented Noel was, he didn't belong to the Ezenholm Family. And that was enough.
After so consideration, he stated, "I think it's possible. But I need a few weeks to one month."
"Sure. Thank you."
"He is my nephew, so of course, I will help him."
Raincart patted his shoulder while walking away. He said, "Let's not disturb him. Just put so guards there to make sure that the fire doesn't reach the mansion."
"Where are you going, Father?"
"I'm going to visit another little devil." Raincart waved his hand while walking toward the mansion. That was right. Noel's talent was frightening. But his eyes for talent were similar to his father's.
The reason why the Ardagan Family beca the wealthiest family in the Muivell Kingdom was because Luke Ardagan managed to find a lot of excellent subordinates. They beca the pillars of the family and made the territory prosperous.
Raincart was heading toward Tristan's room. On the way, he could hear a maid shouting in anger.
"That's not it. Put your hands together and straighten your back before bowing."
Just from those words alone, he knew what was going on. It was the voice of the head maid who was training Sandra on the etiquette required to beco a maid.
After a while, he opened the door and found Tristan inside. Now that they had reached the Ezenholm Family, there were a lot of resources that could be used to practice runes.
On the corner of the room were a few bags of Low Level Demon Crystals. Noel wanted Tristan to begin absorbing the crystals to build up his Spiritual Energy reserve even if he hadn't awakened his Spirit.
The runes were a thod to fight without the spirit after all.
During the day, Tristan would fully focus on drawing all kinds of arrays from his mory before matching them with the original. This way, he could see which stroke was too thick, too thin, or curved incorrectly.
As a result, there were a few stacks of paper on his tables. So of them had even dropped, but Tristan had no ti to tidy it up yet.
When the door was opened, Tristan's body shook as the last stroke beca too long.
Tristan raised his head, wondering who entered the room.
Without hesitation, Tristan stood up and greeted him, "Sir!"
"You don't have to be that stiff." Raincart chuckled. "It seems that you've been busy. How is your progress?"
"I don't want to disappoint Teacher." Tristan made a wry smile. He suddenly rembered that the paper was scattered on the ground and hurriedly said, "I will clean this up imdiately."
"It's fine. Just let the maid do it."
"But…" Tristan wanted to reject it. He felt weird asking the maid because the thought of being a slave was still stuck in his mind.
"Your life is about to change, so you have to get used to it. In any case, how is your progress in runes? Do you find anything you don't understand?"
"I'm currently reviewing all the runes I can draw, so not yet."
"How about your Spiritual Energy?"
"I have been absorbing the Spiritual Energy through the thod you've taught . I think I have managed to accumulate it a bit. But Master said I still didn't have enough to form a rune. Once I got enough, I would start creating runes with Spiritual Energy so that I didn't waste all these papers."
"Is that so?" Raincart smiled while taking a glimpse of his works. Tristan's hands weren't that nimble yet, so the stroke felt a bit too stiff. It was bound to create so mistakes.
Still, this kind of progress was far faster than the average person. Once he got the hang of it, he would progress by leaps and bounds.
"If you have any problems, just tell about it. I'm also quite curious about the runes, so we might have so chats soti in the future."
"Yes, Sir. I will be very honored."
Raincart patted his head while saying, "Keep up with the good work. Don't disappoint your teacher."
Tristan bowed his head as Raincart left the room.
Surprisingly, a butler had been waiting outside the room.
Raincart said, "Help tidy up the room."
"Yes, Sir." The butler acknowledged the order, but before coming in, he whispered, "You have a guest, Sir."
"A guest?"
"Yes. The guest is a bit special, so…"
Rembering that his son was helping him to bring the stuff Noel needed, Raincart nodded his head. "I'll et the guest."
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