Imperial Crown.

Chapter 165: Promotion to Level
Raven, who had his back to Fiona, did not answer her question. Instead, he carefully observed the state of old Gordon, frowning slightly: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

In fact, when he came back, old Gordon did not come to greet him, which made Raven feel a little worried. He also asked Petty related questions, but Petty also said that old Gordon was not seriously ill.

Yesterday's cocktail party made Raven notice the condition of old Gordon.

Although he managed to stay energetic and ate something, he did not look healthy, and he was a little shaky when he walked, even with Fiona's support.

Old Gordon coughed and whispered in a hoarse voice: "... Baron, you have just been granted the Viscountship and you have many things to do. I asked Fiona not to disturb you."

Old Gordon now has a pale complexion, his cheeks are slightly sunken, and he speaks weakly. The sentence he just said has to be divided into three parts.

Raven patted Gordon's hand, signaling him to stop talking, and turned to ask Fiona: "Have you asked the pharmacist to check? I mean Bucky who came back with me before."

"I have." Fiona's eyes flashed with gloom. "He said that my grandfather has used up too much energy over the years and is old and weak, so it is difficult for the potion to have much effect. Priest Lux also said the same thing."

"Old age and frailty..." Raven frowned and slowly made up his mind: "In this case, I don't have any other options."

"Fiona, go wait at the door. Don't let anyone in without my permission!"

Although she was a little hesitant, when she saw her grandfather's eyes, Fiona nodded vigorously and turned to walk out.

Raven touched his belt and a first-level life-attribute magic core suddenly appeared in his hand. He looked at Old Gordon, feeling unsure: "Next, I'm going to use a unique magic that can improve your physique, but it may also make your body unable to bear it..."

"Do it, Lord Baron!" Old Gordon smiled. "It's a blessing to have such an outstanding head of the family like you in my lifetime. Even if I die, I can stand in front of the ancestors of the family with my chest held high!"

Raven nodded solemnly: "Okay, then next, close your eyes."

Raven was already very familiar with using magic cores to strengthen others, but this was the first time he used this method to save people and prolong their lives.

He was ready for everything, with silver mental light flowing in his eyes, and he gently crushed the magic core in his hand.

Emerald green life energy spread like mist. Raven quietly grasped the crystal bottle and channeled the purple-black essence of corrupt souls in the air into it. He took a deep breath and directed the life energy dissipated in the air toward Old Gordon.

With the practice and meditation during this period, Raven's mental strength has increased greatly, and his control over life energy has become more precise. Unlike the previous enhanced warrior, which is rough, he guides the energy into a large net, wrapping up old Gordon.

"Ah..." Old Gordon groaned unconsciously. He felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring. His bones ached and then a chill rose from the inside out. The pain that had been lingering between his chest and lungs slowly dissipated, allowing him to clearly feel his own heartbeat.

There was a burst of soreness in his eyes, and turbid tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. Immediately, a feeling of relaxation flooded into his eyes and into his brain, making him relax completely.

Old Gordon fell into a deep sleep.

Only more than half of the energy in the air was consumed. Raven checked Old Gordon's condition through the Eye of Truth. At this time, all the energy had been dispersed into Old Gordon's body without any retention or residue. However, if it continued to be infused, it would probably exceed the limit he could bear.

Raven thought for a moment, then changed the direction of the guidance, directing the remaining life energy to the center of his eyebrows and merging it into his own magic power.

He felt a slight shock in his magic power, and after it subsided, he said, "Come in!"

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Fiona rushed in. The moment she saw old Gordon, she was stunned.

She looked him up and down, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

During this period of time, although she couldn't show it in front of old Gordon, Fiona was always on edge, afraid that one day her grandfather would fall asleep and never wake up again.

But now, old Gordon has not only regained his former spirit, but is even better than before. His complexion has become rosy, his breathing is very steady, there is a smile on the corners of his mouth, and even the wrinkles on his face have decreased a lot.

Although she had gone out obediently before, Fiona never thought that Raven could actually cure her grandfather. This was a difficult problem that even alchemists and priests could not solve!
"My Lord Baron, your magic is simply a miracle!"

This sound woke up old Gordon. He opened his eyes and sat up: "Fiona, help me go to the kitchen and order something to eat. I'm hungry!"

After he finished speaking, he saw that Raven was still there, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Baron, I..."

"As long as you have an appetite, you can live as long as you can eat!" Raven stood up with a smile: "Since you are well, I won't stay any longer. You should have a good rest."

Having said that, Raven turned and left. Old Gordon actually stood up and walked Raven out the door with steady steps.

"Grandpa, are you really okay?" Fiona still couldn't believe her eyes.

"There is naturally no problem if the Baron takes action!" Old Gordon smiled.

This was not only flattering Raven, but there was actually no need to flatter the Baron in front of his granddaughter. Old Gordon now felt that he was full of energy and spirit, and he could even see things more clearly, as if he was twenty years younger!

"Grandpa, I'll go to the kitchen and order food for you." Fiona nodded with a smile and trotted towards the kitchen.

Fiona was filled with emotion.

The Baron is like a broad mountain range. He looks one way when you first meet him, but the more you get to know him, the more you discover how great he is. And every time Fiona thinks she knows him better, she finds that he is shrouded in an even more mysterious mist.

Not only is he capable, but he is also humble and polite.

Baron Raven was only twenty-one years old. Although he had cured her grandfather, he had no intention of bragging about it.

If it was Master Weisdong, who was only six years younger than him, he would definitely shout it out to the whole world and might even make some unreasonable demands.

But although the Baron has the nickname of Little Bee, he has never made excessive demands on me, nor has he paid special attention to me. Is it... I'm not pretty enough?

It’s not that Fiona isn’t pretty enough, but Raven isn’t a sex-hungry guy who’d want every girl he sees.

The most important reason lies in Raven himself. During this period of time, he has never stopped meditating and has been using magic cores to strengthen his magic power.

He had just absorbed the remaining energy from treating old Gordon, pushing his magic power to the edge of the first level.

In fact, Raven felt guilty when he said he was a magician, because after this period of time of strengthening his magic core, his physical strength had reached the peak of a second-level knight. Even if he wrestled with Eric, as long as the other party did not use fighting spirit, it would be difficult to tell the winner. Now, it was finally time for Raven's magic power to break through.

He walked back to his room at a brisk pace, startling Petty who was cleaning. The maid respectfully asked, "Baron, do you have any other instructions?"

Seeing her look, Raven smiled.

They say women are made of water, and it’s true.

Ever since the last time they played chess all night, which smoothed out their relationship, Petty has become more docile and obedient.

Raven said: "Notify everyone that all my schedules for today are cancelled. Don't let anyone disturb me."

Petty nodded and whispered, "Yes, Baron."

After saying that, he turned and left, locking the door.

Raven took a deep breath, took off his coat, and put his hand on his belt. A cylindrical glass container appeared, about five centimeters high and ten centimeters in diameter. It contained a pink solid substance, but if you look closely, it is flowing slowly like water.

This is the "Magic Lemongrass" sent by Archbishop Thomas. It is a second-level incense that can help magicians speed up their meditation efficiency by about 30%. If used for a long time, it can also subtly enhance the user's affinity with elements.

Now this piece of magic lemongrass has been burned halfway.

A few syllables flowed out of his mouth, and a cluster of flames ignited on Raven's fingers. He lit the magic lemongrass, and immediately a faint orchid-like fragrance filled the room.

Placing the magic-infused lemongrass on the bedside, Raven sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly closed his eyes, slowly immersed himself in the world of meditation, and returned to the familiar deep starry sky again.

Against the pitch-black background, all you can see are star clusters of different colors, representing different types of elements. It is summer now, so the elements of fire and light are particularly active and there are more of them.

Raven moved his invisible spiritual body in the void and approached a ball of light. Before he could think, the pink scent of the magic lemongrass spread, pulling the ball of light over and melting into Raven's spiritual body.

The magic power and mental strength quietly grew a little bit at this moment.

In this way, Raven wandered in the void of the meditation world, constantly absorbing elements one after another. After an unknown amount of time, the magic power in his body finally grew to a limit. If he wanted to absorb more elements, he would be bounced away.

"It's time," Raven said softly.

He came out of meditation but did not open his eyes. Instead, he activated the Eyes of Truth and examined himself from the inside out.

The knight's life seed is stored in the lower abdomen, also known as the "Dantian", while the magician's magic power is stored in the brain, like a clear pool of water.

The mental power that is closely related to it is stored behind the eyebrows. This is why the eyes turn silver-white every time the mental power is used.

Now that the pool storing magic power is full, the next thing to do is to purify it.

He took a deep breath, and the subtle fragrance of the magic lemongrass flowed into his nostrils, making Raven's mind clearer.

Following the records in the book and combining his instinctive intuition about the path to advancement as a wizard, he used his mental strength as a stick to stir up the pool of magic.

This action brought a slight feeling of dizziness, which was quickly soothed by the magical lemongrass.

As the mental power stirred, the water in the magic pool slowly began to boil, and the water level became lower and lower.

If you look from outside at this time, you will find that Raven's face is red as if he drank too much.

When the water level drops to a certain limit and is about to expose the bottom of the pool, changes occur.

Raven stopped stirring his mental power, but the remaining water did not calm down. Instead, it began to spin and turn spontaneously, turning into a dark vortex!
Raven's perspective instantly split into two, one condensed on the surface of the magic pool water, and the other sank into the meditation space.

In the meditation space, a whirlpool was born that was no different from the whirlpool in the pool, but it was much larger in scale. The surging suction force it generated attracted all the elemental light groups in the void, forming a slowly rotating brilliant nebula!
At the same time, the water in the magic pool began to rise slowly, and the vortex was no longer absorbing, but continuously spewing magic power into the pool water, mixed with a hint of mysterious power.

This power expanded the depth and width of the magic pool, and also caused Raven's mental power to begin to transform, becoming more solid and more acute!

The growth of magic power gradually stabilized.

If the original magic pool was just a puddle, it has now expanded into a fish pond.

Raven is now a second-level magician!
The vortex of magic power is always running, which is equivalent to the Dantian opened up by practitioners in the novels of immortal cultivation. From then on, Raven's meditation efficiency and thinking efficiency were greatly improved.

Starting from the second level, each subsequent level up can open up a new magic vortex, that is, a new dantian.

This process is difficult and dangerous for most magicians, because when they break through, they only know how to use their mental strength to stir the magic power, and judge the timing by instinct and sensitivity to magic power.

But the Eye of Truth allows Raven to clearly observe the changes in his own magic and mental power, allowing the breakthrough to proceed in an orderly manner, with each stirring occurring at the right time.

Without this ability, Raven would be like most mages who make their first breakthrough. It would take several, dozens, or even dozens of attempts before he could succeed. This could even cause his magic power to go out of control, turning him into a fool or an idiot.

After opening his eyes, Raven stood up and took out the magic scroll he had obtained on the Bloody Highlands.

During this period of time, Raven also discussed necromancy with Margaret and learned some Danat Sven that was only used by the Church of the Hand of Death. However, since he had not yet been promoted to the second level, he put the scroll aside for the time being.

A silver light flashed in his eyes, and Raven searched the surface of the scroll with the Eye of Truth. After breaking through the second level, his mental strength improved again. Now, many details that were originally invisible fell into his eyes.

“So that’s how it is…” Raven’s lips curled up into a smile: “No wonder Savannah appeared on the Bloody Highlands.”

He began to chant the spell softly. On the scroll, gray-white rune pulses lit up and a thick breath of death spread.

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(End of this chapter)