abnormal mutation

Chapter 169 Weaving Talent
Mysterious man: "Where is the Thistle Flower Merchant Guild?"

Roland refused to believe that the Thistle Flower Merchant Guild could escape accountability under these circumstances.

The singer said, "There's no new information, but I haven't heard of any large-scale arrests or raids either. I guess they're still playing a game of cat and mouse."

Mysterious man: "..."

Roland was speechless. In this situation, if they didn't act decisively, weren't they afraid of being stabbed in the back?

Mysterious man: "Is the Crown Prince still in power?"

Singer: "It is said that..."

Mysterious man: "Is the emperor dead?"

Singer: "Who could know?"

The Hitler Empire is truly beyond saving.

He silently returned to the real world and stood on the terrace gazing into the distance.

The North Bay shimmers with golden scales under the setting sun, a scene of bustling prosperity, but little do people know that all of this is like a mirage, and could collapse at any moment.

The sound of a car approached from afar and stopped in front of the garden villa.

Roland turned and looked down. A tall woman jumped off the car with graceful movements and poise. It was none other than Beyana.

She glanced around and immediately spotted Roland on the roof, a bright smile instantly spreading across her face.

Roland leaped and, like a swing, floated lightly from the rooftop, which was more than 20 meters high, down to her.

The butler and waiters were dumbfounded by this action. At this moment, the extraordinary became tangible in the eyes of ordinary people, albeit only in a superficial way.

"That's amazing," Beyana said enviously.

“It’s just appearances; the extraordinary is much more interesting than that,” Roland laughed.

"Hmph, trying to tempt me again. How much money do you want from me this time?" Beyana pouted.

"Look at what you're saying, do you think I'm someone who's obsessed with money? Giving it away for free." Roland gestured for her to come in and talk.

"You're quite generous," Beiana said, looking surprised.

The two arrived at the small reception room, where Roland personally brewed tea without being disturbed by any waiters.

"Why is it so quiet here today?" Beyana asked, puzzled.

“Some are at work, some are online. If you stay for dinner, you should be able to see them,” Roland explained.

What is the internet?

"Uh, it's a new invention that lets you stay informed about world events and make friends with people from all over the world without leaving home. I can recommend you if you'd like to join."

“That sounds interesting, count me in.” Beyana’s eyes lit up; she loved trying new things.

"I'll take you in tonight. It might hurt a little, but just bear with it." He had just accumulated an infection, so it would be good to give it to Beyana.

Beyana looked at her strangely: "I don't quite understand, but I feel like you're flirting with me."

"Absolutely not, you'll see when we get back." Roland waved his hand, saying it casually without really thinking much about it.

“Just say you want to sleep with me, I’m willing.” Beyana leaned back on the sofa, a half-smile on her face.

"Ahem, let's get down to business. Do you want to step into the extraordinary realm?" Roland didn't expect her to be so direct, and quickly changed the subject.

Beyana shook her head slightly, picked up her teacup to hide her nervousness, and calmed her inexplicably racing heartbeat.

"I heard you've been selected as a preparatory committee member?"

"You're quite well-informed."

"This is no secret. Anyone with a bit of power knows it. In a few days, your doorstep will be worn down by suitors," Beyana teased.

“Then I need to go away and hide for a few days. I hate social engagements,” Roland sighed. “You… never mind.” Beyana hesitated for a long time, but still didn’t ask the question. “I want to become an Extraordinary.”

Marriage was a tool for the nobility, but Roland clearly had his own views and attitudes, which she could sense. In that case, she simply didn't mention it.

Being extraordinary is not bad either; being self-reliant is always freer than depending on others. But she also knows that if her path to extraordinary success doesn't go smoothly, she will eventually have to marry for the sake of her family.

Things are different now. War has broken out, and the outcome that Grandpa feared most has come to pass.

"Come with me." Roland was perceptive and could easily see through it, but he deliberately didn't point it out.

It's still the bedroom, but weaving "roots" is much harder than curing an illness.

The root is abstract, like tree roots, deeply embedded in the soul. It is similar to an innate organ, a window to the world, and is extremely important for anchoring traits after entering the extraordinary realm.

Roland had previously helped Andrew and Targen weave talents, so while he wasn't an expert, he had some experience and successfully completed the task in less than two hours.

"Talent is divided into six levels. You currently have level one talent, which gives you the initial qualifications to step into the extraordinary realm."

"Hmm." Beyana lay on the bed with her eyes closed, feeling only that her senses were a little more acute, but she didn't feel anything special.

“Let’s go back,” Roland urged. “Don’t rush into the Extraordinary path. After entering the Hive, learn more and understand the characteristics of each Extraordinary path before making a decision.”

"I know."

Beyana got out of bed, quickly tidied her clothes, then suddenly kissed Roland on the corner of his mouth before drifting away.

"call--"

Roland took a deep breath, his blood surging.

He was a man, and with a scantily clad woman lying on the bed at his mercy, how could he not feel aroused?

For some reason, Yulia's voice and smile, her hot body and bright eyes reappeared in his mind.

I strolled downstairs. It was already late, and Norman was preparing dinner with his servants.

Evan and the others returned, their faces beaming with excitement, and were sharing their day's experiences with Percy.

Roland had no appetite, waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need to wait for him, and used the spider silk to leap onto the terrace. The sea breeze brushed his face, cool and salty, but it couldn't take away the fire in his heart.

'Go see her.'

With a single step, he vanished from the real world.

When he reappeared, he had arrived in a small town, where the night was a vast expanse of white, with snow that never melted.

He stepped barefoot onto the wooden stairs, looked up slightly, and saw that the shop door was closed. Several familiar words came into view: "Rosic Cross".

I stealthily entered the pharmacy. The complex and strange smell of medicine mixed with coal smoke rushed into my nostrils, and it felt very familiar.

He deactivated his invisibility, took off his hood, and strode up to the second floor.

"Dong dong dong..."

The faint sounds in the room immediately disappeared. After a moment of silence, footsteps suddenly approached, and then the door was abruptly pulled open.

A figure with disheveled hair appeared before him, wrapped in a purplish-red cloak, holding a whip in her left hand and her right hand at her waist, her pretty face cold and her expression wary.

"it's me."

“Roland?” Julia’s expression relaxed, and she looked him up and down. He had changed so much that she almost didn’t recognize him.

"Come in. Why did you suddenly come back? You've just become president, you must be quite busy." She knew about Roland's participation in the Sogattak Conference and could guess that he had a teleportation-like ability.

To be honest, when she received those messages one after another, her mind went blank. How could one person cause so much trouble? This was beyond the realm of genius.

"I miss you." Roland's voice was calm, as if he were saying something perfectly ordinary.

Yulia trembled, feeling the gazes falling on her back were warm. She quickly took a few steps and pretended to be nonchalant as she lit the oil lamp.

(End of this chapter)