Ascension

Chapter 4 Elegant Parrots and Forged Proofs

"Cuckoo..."

The panting giant bird no longer had the vigor it had when it was having fun, its wings were spread out, its mouth was opened wide and it breathed fiercely, and its fatigue and weakness were visible to the naked eye.

"Go back and rest for a while." Jia Bangbang stretched out his arms, and the dark red feathery marks glowed again.

With a flash of light, the giant bird disappeared, and the astonishing heat and life fluctuations also disappeared from Ye Hanjun's perception.

"Let's go and meet Director Jiang."

Lord Yehan took the lead and walked towards the white castle.

The castle was obviously taken care of by someone specially assigned to it. The lawn at the entrance was dry and soft, and a faint fragrance of fragrant grass came over my face.

There is an ancient peach tree on each side, the height is similar, and both are hundreds of years old.

As the blooming season approaches, the branches are already covered with buds of all sizes. Presumably, with just a slight spring breeze, the pink will bloom wantonly.

"A guest is coming! A guest is coming!"

A few dozen steps forward, in the birdcage hanging on the right side of the gate, there was a human voice with a perfect accent.

The speaker is a parrot with white, blue, and green feathers, black eyes, and a bristling feather on the top of its head.

It is not afraid of people at all, even one wing is folded on the chest, the other wing is stretched out, posing a humanized invitation posture, and the beautiful and ethereal voice sounds:

"Welcome! Welcome!"

"The master is working on the second floor, and he already knows that there are guests coming, please come in! Please come in!"

"Thank you."

Jia Bang Bang picked out a walnut out of nowhere and carefully placed it beside the birdcage.

Then he took a step ahead of Mr. Yehan, pushed open the heavy metal door for him, and looked inside with a cautious gaze.

"The spirit of the demon... an elegant parrot?"

Mr. Yehan tried the qualification appraisal, and successfully obtained the attribute panel that was consistent with his prediction——

[race name]: elegant parrot
[Chaos Seal]: "Demon"

【Major】: Enlightenment
[Rank]: Clay Sculpture Embryo Dacheng
[Chaotic Spirit Patterns]: 12 patterns "Parrot Learns Tongue", 25 patterns "Recording"

[Core Personality]: "Elegant"

【Current Status】：Keep elegant
[Contract relationship]: None

"Director Jiang seems to have a certain pursuit of quality of life..."

Mr. Yehan thought to himself, although the elegant parrot is just a mediocre first-rank spirit, it will be difficult to break through to the second-rank Xiazhao's fetus throughout its life.

But this kind of species is spoiled and spoiled, and has very picky requirements on the environment, temperature, smell....

Even, it needs to be played with.

If there is no human or other parrots to play with, it will not be long before it will be depressed, and the external performance is to constantly pluck its feathers until it becomes a bald man.

It must take a lot of hard work for Jiang Yongnian to train an uncontracted elegant parrot into a qualified "doorbell".

No matter how bad it is, paying enough chips and asking someone to take care of it every day is also one of the possibilities.

"Squeak-"

Withdrawing his gaze, Mr. Ye Han followed Jia Bang Bang and formally entered the interior of the castle.

As the heavy metal door slowly closed, finger-thin candles lit up in the dark hall where you couldn't see your fingers.

Frogs, birds, insects, wind...

One second was still a vibrant natural world, and the next second, all the sounds stopped abruptly, as if they had come to the deepest part of the dark forest, where unknown fears lurk in the shadows.

"Director Jiang's house is still so chilly..." Jia Bang Bang shuddered, pretending to be calm.

It wasn't the first time he came here, but every time he came, he had the illusion of stepping into a ghost castle, and goose bumps covered his whole body.

But for Mr. Yehan, darkness, unknown, weirdness...these commonplace attributes give him the illusion of returning home.

Of course, this degree of darkness can't affect Lord Yehan's perception at all, as long as the objects are not blocked by his eyes, he can see clearly whether it is the color of the surface or the direction of the pattern.

"Upstairs, upstairs."

Jia Bang Bang swallowed his saliva, took the lead, and walked straight to the stairs at the end.

The material of the stairs is relatively high-grade iron flower wood, but the weight of the human body will still make a creaking noise, which destroys the quiet and unoccupied atmosphere.

Mr. Yehan climbed up step by step, with even steps and steady breathing.

Facing the dim candlelight, the shadow behind him continued to stretch and pull, as if there was a demon following closely behind him, waiting for an opportunity to pounce and bite at any time.

"There is a voyeur, is Jiang Yongnian's contracted spirit?"

Mr. Ye Han remained silent, but his actual alertness had been raised to the maximum.

The crackling noises heard from time to time were definitely not from him and Jia Bang Bang.

In the darkness, there is some kind of unknown creature!

It seems to have many feet, and when it lightly touches an entity like a wall, it will make an extremely subtle sound of plastic friction.

Moreover, it must not be a clay sculpture!
Even if Mr. Yehan's condition is ten times worse for a mere clay sculpture, it is impossible to give him such a huge oppressive force.

"The long-lost feeling, the pores of the whole body are further opened."

"No killing intent, no hatred, pain, despair, death..."

"But this spirit must be closely related to the dark attribute! This sense of harmony with the environment...is very kind!"

Mr. Ye Han has no fear, no irritability, only a touch of excitement.

The world of the lord is so wonderful, even if he experienced it indirectly countless times before the age of 16, it still can't compare to the desire to become stronger and the drive to prove something through his own ability after becoming the lord himself.

"It's right here. Open this door, and you should be able to see Director Jiang."

After less than a minute of climbing the stairs, Jia Bangpeng in front of him not only had his hair standing on end, but also secreted a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

His authority is "tour guide", and his authority level is the same as that of "sketcher", which is the most common G-level, and does not have any authority to increase combat.

Although the giant bird of the contract has been cultivated to the perfect state of clay sculpture, it has a certain fighting power.

But in the mysterious and vast world of spirits, this kind of strength is not worth mentioning, it is just another form of bottom.

"Please come in."

A strange male voice suddenly sounded.

Listening to the tone, it is not as full of energy as an adult man, and there is a sense of vicissitudes unique to the elderly.

This time Mr. Yehan pushed the door first. The wooden door was wide and heavy, and he almost had to use all his strength to push it open.

With a "creak", darkness flooded into the eyes, followed by a beam of soft orange light.

Following the light source, Mr. Ye Han saw at the end of the darkness, there was a white-haired old man wearing a bamboo hairpin and a black robe, sitting in front of a ten-meter-long table with a smile on his face, writing vigorously.

The lighting is only a half-person-sized paper-cut lantern.

Other than that, it was still quiet.

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Yongnian opened his mouth lightly, his eyes never deviated from the desk table, and he tapped on the horizontal scroll from time to time, with an extremely focused expression.

"Director Jiang..."

Just as Jia Bangbang was about to speak, Lord Yehan patted him on the shoulder and strode forward.

Obtaining the status of a mentor is the inevitable result of this trip.

This also means that from the first step into the castle, the "battle" has already begun.

"Director Jiang." Mr. Ye Han ignored the dim light, stepped on the cold floor tiles, and walked to the huge desk:
"Let me introduce myself. My surname is Han and my name is Jun. I am 20 years old and come from a territory other than the Giant Frog Swamp."

"Maybe it would be too straightforward to get straight to the point. Maybe when you hear my appeal, you will think that I am a young child with a yellow mouth who is talking nonsense here."

"But I don't like being mean-spirited or saying too many insincere things."

"I came here for only one purpose - to apply for the position of "Tutor" in Canghai Pavilion! "

Lord Yehan's voice was not loud, and because of his frail body, it was not strong enough.

This made his speech inherently somewhat weak.

As for Jia Bangbang, who was standing at the door, his pupils dilated continuously when he heard such a direct opening remark.

His hands didn't know where to put them, and his palms were sweating like crazy.

ridiculous...

No matter how I convince myself, a newly-promoted family leader who has no contract with any spirits wants to be a mentor by opening his mouth. This idea, this behavior pattern... is really ridiculous!
"Oh?" Jiang Yongnian's galloping strokes stopped suddenly.

He finally raised his head. On his weather-beaten face, his eye sockets were sunken and wrinkled.

Under the reflection of the orange light, those seemingly cloudy blue-brown eyes shone with a calm and bottomless gleam.

"Young man, you come to my Canghai Pavilion, you don't want to be a student."

"But you want to be the mentor here, and do some things like carving jade into artifacts?"

"My authority is "coach", referring to "instructor", "teacher", and "counselor", which belongs to an unpopular minority authority. "

"In order to grow faster and more efficiently, I am not suitable for the role of a trainee. I must take on the role of a mentor in order to better play, integrate, and trigger resonance."

Mr. Ye Han is concise and concise, and his attitude is neither humble nor overbearing.

At the end of the sentence, without waiting for Jiang Yongnian to respond, he took out a crumpled rectangular envelope from his chest and gently pushed it on the table.

"This is my letter of introduction, please read it."

"And the letter of introduction?" Jia Bangbang at the door was stunned, subconsciously craned his neck to look out.

It's a pity that the distance is too far, and the light is so dim that only the exquisite patterns can be vaguely seen, imprinted on the envelope.

"I haven't heard Mr. Han mention it before. Could it be that he is the descendant of a hidden sect outside the country? Otherwise, where does he have the confidence to teach others..."

Jia Bangbang's thoughts diverged, and he held his breath and waited for Director Jiang's inspection results.

Mr. Yehan was not in a hurry. When he saw the person opposite opened the envelope and saw the person opposite read it, there was a look of interest and surprise on his vicissitudes of life, and a strange brilliance reflected in the depths of his eyes.

He lied.

This is not a real letter, not even a carrier of any kind of writing. It is actually a blank piece of paper with nothing on it except wrinkles.

"Forged Proof", one of the only opening props in the trial of the night, is also an auxiliary prop used by every trialist to obtain a false identity.

Its owner, many people wanted to kill him quickly, but he was at large from beginning to end.

There is no other reason. In order to survive, that person chose to attach himself to the Ye family and become a loyal servant of the Ye family.

He gave himself a non-mainstream code name - "Cool Boy".

Authority - "Fraud Master".

The power level is not the lowest level like G, F, E, nor the middle level like D, C, but the real high level.

——Class B!
(End of this chapter)