Final Lord

Chapter 141 Uncle Ming’s Awakening

Just when Wang Bufu was about to notify Butler Ming to come find him, Butler Ming happened to walk in with a steaming small bowl.

"Master. Come and try this!"

Butler Ming placed the bowl in front of Wang Bufu. The soup in the bowl was quite clear, with large pieces of animal meat at the bottom, and the aroma was fragrant.

"what is this?"

"Mushroom and wolf meat soup. The weather has been cold lately, so you need to warm yourself up. I know you don't like to eat too much at one meal, so I only prepared a little for you."

"Uncle Ming is so thoughtful." Wang Bufu picked up the mushroom soup and sipped it in small sips.

Uncle Ming walked behind Wang Bufu with a smile and massaged his shoulders.

"How's the strength, young master?"

"As suitable as ever." Wang Bufu patted Uncle Ming's hand and said softly, "Uncle Ming's kung fu is really good."

"That's right." Butler Ming said with a smile, "I've specially trained in this technique. Even the master praised my skills. Don't underestimate this simple massage. The number of times per minute, the strength, and the location of the massage are all very particular."

"Uncle Ming." Wang Bufu pushed [Blood Time] in front of Butler Ming and said, "Uncle Ming, the last piece of material to help you awaken is here."

"Oh?" Butler Ming didn't stop massaging. He just leaned over curiously and asked, "Master, is this the treasure of time?"

"Yeah. Uncle Ming, you can pick it up and feel it."

When Butler Ming's fingertips touched the pocket watch pendant, the metal chain suddenly snaked around his wrist. The ordinary copper surface of the pocket watch cracked into spider-web-like blood patterns in Butler Ming's palm, and the ticking sound of gears meshing rang out one after another, like the heartbeat of a dying person.

Scarlet light gushed out from the twelve o'clock markers on the dial, like thousands of blood vessels growing wildly in the room. Wherever this scarlet light swept through, time began to become chaotic.

The patina on Wang Bufu's wooden desk began to reverse, and the warm luster accumulated over a hundred years degenerated into the bluish-white color of the original wood, and was soon covered by holes eaten by termites.

What crawled out of those wormholes were not woodworms that gnawed at the trees, but tiny bronze gears!
The parchment scroll spread out on Wang Bufu's desk was in three states at the same time: the ink on the left side was not dry, the text in the middle was weathered and peeling off, and dark green moss letters had grown on the right side.

Wang Bufu looked up in surprise.

In the standing mirror in the corner, seventeen Ming housekeepers of different ages were reflected: a twelve-year-old apprentice kneeling on the ground polishing silverware, a twenty-year-old sweating profusely as the kitchen manager, a thirty-year-old who took on the position of housekeeper with high spirits, and a seventy-year-old old man coughing on a crutch...

The figures of all the Ming stewards overlapped and appeared alternately.

Dazzling bronze gears appeared on Butler Ming's neck. These tattoo-like things suddenly materialized, and blood mist with a smell of rust spurted out from the meshing points of the gears.

He subconsciously pressed the groove on the back of the pocket watch, and teeth marks that perfectly matched the tattoo appeared there.

The gear spun rapidly and landed on the groove. The moment it engaged with the groove, the turbulent flow of time and space in the entire room suddenly solidified into an amber gel.

Steward Ming trembled as he twisted the crown, causing all the blood to flow back into the pocket watch. The rotten desk fragments automatically pieced together, the words on the parchment scroll returned to normal, and the phantoms in the mirror vanished.

He let go of the pocket watch, and the clock spinning randomly was reflected in his pupils.

"Master, I've done it." Butler Ming laughed.

He gently touched the cooled broth with his finger, and white smoke began to rise from the top of the broth again.

Butler Ming's hand trembled and his face turned pale.

"Uncle Ming, what's wrong with you?" Wang Bufu quickly stood up and supported Butler Ming.

"This is the power of time. I made a slight adjustment to its temperature, returning it to the state it was just out of the pot. The mushroom soup is the best at this time, young master, please try it." Wang Bufu was a little shocked, and a little amused.

The power of time is not so easy to manipulate. Even for a high-ranking time mage, each use of time magic requires a considerable cost. Butler Ming has only just awakened his special ability and doesn't even have a time-related talent, yet he can now slightly influence time!

This talent is appalling.

Butler Ming actually used this enviable talent to adjust the temperature of the broth. It really makes people speechless.

【mission completed】

[Your leader, Ming Gru, has awakened his personal talent, the Sage of Time.]

[Favorability and loyalty have reached their maximum values ​​and cannot be increased.]

Time Sage (SS): Can sense the element of time and learn and master time-based magic. Learning time-based magic is tripled in efficiency, while learning other types of magic is reduced to 3/1th their efficiency.

Looking at Butler Ming's personal talent, Wang Bufu took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Ming, should you drop a level and start over?"

"Ah?!" Butler Ming was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Wang meant by "Bu Fu".

"It means giving up your current career and starting over from level 0.

Your talent is best suited to the Time Mage path. Although time-based career formulas are rare and hard to find, Uncle Ming, trust me, I will definitely find a way for you.

You should still have a few years to live. As long as you can be promoted to the Extraordinary level within two months after the retraining, it will not have a negative impact on your lifespan."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Butler Ming interrupted Wang Bufu. "Master, are you saying that I can't be a butler anymore?"

"Yes," Wang Bufu nodded. "A Sage of Time with dual S-rank talents. It's a shame to be a butler with such powerful talents. Uncle Ming, you deserve a magnificent life. You, Ming Gru, deserve a place among the most powerful people in the world of God."

"That won't work!" Wang Bufu didn't expect that Butler Ming would refuse so firmly.

"Master, I don't want a turbulent life. I just want to be a good butler in peace and stability."

"How can a housekeeper compare to a worldly mage? Uncle Ming..."

"Master! You don't understand." Uncle Ming's expression was more serious than ever. "Everyone has their own ambitions and paths. My previous ambition was to work hard, provide a good living for Weiyi and your aunt, and pay for Weiyi's schooling.

Later, your aunt passed away, and Wei Yi and I were taken into the Gru family by the master. We no longer had to worry about the gold coins, and my ambition became to serve the master well.

Now that the master is gone, my ambition is to take good care of you, young master.

If I became a wizard, I would have to study and learn magic like a blind cat, tinkering in a small room all day long. That's not the life I want.

I just like making hot soup and serving it to the young master, I like teaching the newbies in the kitchen who can’t even hold a kitchen knife, and I like being a housekeeper.

That’s my ambition.”

Wang Bufu was a little dazed when he saw the determined expression on Butler Ming's face. It wasn't until Butler Ming suddenly smiled at him that he came back to his senses.

"Of course, if you, Master, really need an old man like me as a fighting force, then I will rebuild it no matter how reluctant I am.

But is this really necessary? Without me, Master, will you be unable to protect the territory?"

(End of this chapter)