Chapter 89 Great Blessing

Lance did not hesitate for a long time when he heard his father's words, because for him, the martial arts belief in his heart had long been firm, that is, to climb the peak of the martial arts mountain and become the supreme sword saint.

He organized the wording, and then looked at his father Quinn Rosier and said seriously, "My martial arts ideal is divided into many steps. First of all, I hope to break through to the realm of high-level warriors before the age of 18, and reach the great swordsman within three years. Finally, I hope to reach the realm of swordsman, the highest peak of martial arts before the age of 30. Lance said slowly and firmly.

"Oh? Win the realm of the sword before the age of 30? Quinn Rosier asked lightly. Then he thought about it. Looking at Lance, he frowned. Your strength and talent are extremely good, which is very certain to my father. I have no opinion on the pre-to-medium goal you set, but I must remind you that the Holy Land is not so enterpristic. I have stayed for my father at the peak of the great practitioner for so many years, but I have never found the way to open the door in front of me. It's a good thing to have a goal, but I don't want you to force the Holy Land before the age of 30 for the goal you set, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!" He looked at Lance sternly and said.

Hearing his father's words, Lance lowered his head and didn't say anything. In fact, what he said was discounted. In his previous life, he had reached the peak of the great swordsman at the age of 26. He believed that if he could survive after the end of the battle with Sainz, then he would practice a closed practice. For a period of time, you can really win that state. Now that I have been reborn, I have rich experience in martial arts, and I am proud to practice in the college. Such a good time, place and people and Lance actually tried to win the Holy Land at the age of 24, but they knew that if this number was reported, it would definitely make my father angry, so I had to change my words, but I didn't expect Quinn Rosier still be strict. Let's talk about it.

"Why don't you talk? Don't you agree with what your father said?" Quinn Rossil asked coldly.

"Children dare not." Lance squeezed his lips and replied respectfully.

"Hmm! I don't know how thick it is..." Quinn shook his head and suddenly asked, "If you want to reach that level, your talent and strength are enough, but you don't know how your mood cultivation and spiritual endurance are. You should know that it is also extremely important to hit the Holy Steps."

"Father, please take the exam." Lance said respectfully.

Quinn Rosier shook his head with a faint smile and said, "I don't need you to take the exam. I just need to ask you a few questions to understand. After you won the championship today, is it going well to go to the library to choose books?

"Although I encountered some twists and turns, I finally succeeded." Lance replied.

"Oh? Did you really encounter twists and turns? Quinn Rosier seemed to be suddenly interested when he heard this.

"Well, it's my father."

'In this way, it seems that the leader of the college was shocked by him a few steps at that time...' Quinn whispered softly. Then he looked up at his son. Today, you selected books in the library, but you entered the small attic? Quinn stared at Lance's eyes and asked. As the name implies, the small attic is the third floor that Lance climbed today, but because the space and floors in the library often change, people who really know it will call the wonderful place that. Quinn Rosier even knows the collection of successful methods in the college, which shows that his energy in the empire is indeed very large.

"Uh, this... father... The vice dean once said before---" Thinking of the secret that he had vowed not to penetrate into the library, Langston was a little embarrassed. He wanted to tell his father in a euphemistic way, but was interrupted by him.

"Well, you don't need to say much. I know this is the rule of the college, and I don't intend to explore the secrets in the library from you. You just need to tell me one thing. This article does not violate the rules of the court. He stared at his son's eyes and asked, "Have you really got the quasi-sacred skill?"

Looking at his father's serious appearance, Lance shook his head. Seeing his silent answer, Quinn Rosier's eyes with some hope suddenly dimmed a little. Well, I see. It seems that you still can't feel their existence with your mind, but this is also a good thing. If you get it, it may be a blessing. So you have to understand that you can't be too ambitious. When you can enter the cabinet again in the war half a year later, choose books, and then re-formulate the following ideals and practice plans based on your understanding of yourself..."

He found that his father suddenly became disappointed and sighed that Lance understood what he had misunderstood. The person in front of him is his own father, not the mentor, so he firmly believes that there is no need to hide too much in front of him. So Lance watched Quinn Rosier continue to shake his head, and then said in a low voice before the other party was about to get angry, "I didn't get the quasi-holy skill. What I got was the real top holy level skill!"

"What! Cough...you..." Originally, when he saw his son continue to shake his head and seemed to want to deny his point of view, Quinn was already in an explosion, but he was shocked by Lance's sudden words and was almost choked by his saliva.

"Are you... serious about this?" Quinn Rosier stared at his son's eyes, and as long as the other party had a little lying mood swing, he could not escape his perception.

"It's true!" Lance said affirmatively.

...After hearing the answer, Quinn narrowed his eyes and paused for a while, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Hahahaha! OK! It's my Quinn's son!" He looked at Lance with a relieved face. At such an age, you can successfully obtain the inheritance of sacred skills in the library, which can be said to be unprecedented. The pressure of the strong and the terrible imprint space contained in those skills are enough to shock an ordinary high-level strong man into an idiot. You can actually resist it with your own strength..."

Looking at his son's appearance, Quinn had a lot of joy in his heart. He thought about whether he was too indifferent and strict with him over the years, and found that his son's face still had a trace of paleness that could not be recovered at this time.

"Have you been exhausted against the inheritance of the sacred skills of the predecessors of the college?" Quinn Rosier suddenly said something.

"Well, yes, father, but after a long period of interest adjustment, it has almost recovered." Lance replied.

"Come here and let the father see."

"Yes." Lance walked over.

"Sure enough, what a domineering breath..." He put his palm on the coming Lance's head. He closed his eyes and felt it for a while and suddenly sighed. Sensing that his son's consciousness space seems to have been washed away by a powerful force, opening up some parts of his brain, which is the power of inheritance. Quinn, as the great magician at the peak, was also shocked by the residual power in his son's mind, and his heart inevitably raised his awe of the supreme strong man. Fortunately, this breath is just to help your children, otherwise the consequences are really unimaginable.

"Well, it seems that you have done a very complete recovery, which is really good. But after all, you are a samurai. Sometimes a powerful recovery magic will be much better than meditation. Quinn looked at his son and said. At the same time, a confident smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"What does father mean?" Lance asked uncertainly.

"Although the mental damage in your brain will not hurt anything, it will also make you mentally ill in the next half a month. If you recover slowly, your practice these days will be discounted, so you decided to take action for yourself." He smiled confidently, thinking that he would personally smooth out the damage caused by the strong man of the Holy Level, and was destined to succeed. Even Quinn in the realm of the great magician could not help showing a proud and confident smile.

Lance was a little moved to hear his father's words. He was not a person, so he immediately nodded respectfully and replied in a trembling voice, "Okay, thank you, father." Today, he received too many surprises. His father changed his previous appearance and finally cared about himself and made him feel the warmth of family affection. At this moment, he is moved.

"Well, you don't have to worry about anything. Sleep well and you will get better tomorrow." With that, before Lance reacted, he suddenly got up, sang a magic curse and said, "Come! Great blessing!"

As his words fell, strong magic waves lit up between his hands, forming a big mask full of warmth, like Lance pushing over.

"Bow!" It's like a blister hitting a solid and making a cracking sound. The big blessing hit Lance's body in an instant and then dispersed around him, forming small light spots all over the sky and slowly drifting into Lance's body, moistening his body.

Naturally, he was defenseless for his father Lance. After being shrouded in such magic, he fell straight down and lay on the ground without moving. After just a few seconds, there was a snoring sound and he fell asleep.

Looking at his son Quinn Rosil, who fell to sleep, nodded with satisfaction. Obviously, there was no difference in his magic effect, which made him very proud.

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"Lord, what can I do for you?" Several warriors who heard Quinn's call walked into the garden and bowed down and asked.

"Well, take your young master back to his place and be careful not to hurt him." The great magician Quinn pointed to Lance Road on the ground. Also, let the servant come over and clean the garden.

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When he woke up again, it was already dawn and lay in a comfortable **. Lance stretched out and felt that his whole body was indescribably comfortable, and his spirit was extremely good. Thinking of the conversation with his father in the garden last night and what happened later, Lance couldn't help laughing, with indescribable warmth in his heart. My father finally had a dinner with me again, and then personally used a magic to restore his body, which moved Lance very much. Although he was not as harmonious as in other families, he took the first step, and things in the future could be done slowly.

He is in a good mood and is in excellent physical condition. Of course, Lance will not relax himself. After packing up his belongings and clothes, he went to the inner courtyard garden and had breakfast. Of course, his father will not appear at this time. He is likely to study magic selflessly. At this time, I just fell asleep...

I walked out of the mansion and closed the gate. Lance poured his whole body into his legs, walked towards the college, and began his new day of training...