Having left the tavern, the group went their separate ways.
Watching the players rubbing their hands eagerly, along with Jonathan and his group of rangers disappearing into the distance, Old White reflected, "Young master, can the people of Shang Ti Ya be trusted?"
Kael said indifferently, "I don't care. At least for now, our relationship with them is more about using each other, as for the rest..."
The master and servant got into the carriage.
As the carriage door slowly closed, only the old butler and the coachman might have heard the rest of Kael's words.
Sitting in the carriage, Kael glanced at the Player Forum.
Because the beta test had launched, the forum was a lot busier than before.
Compared to himself who received the prompt "This user does not exist," the real-life players didn't have so many concerns.
Currently, the pinned post on the game forum was the first promotional video released for "Gates of the Underworld."
Just like Kael remembered from his previous life, a player had obtained permission from the official side to repost the promotional video initially published on the virtual gaming platform onto the forum.
Kael was well-acquainted with that person, the Hidden Intelligence Dealer known as "Lan Xiaoyu."
This individual was a chief editor in the news media industry, mainly focusing on the gaming industry and was quite well-known in the gaming circle.
Various clubs gave her face, often providing her with exclusive news, and even like now, official authorizations.
This reposted video post undoubtedly dropped a depth charge in the forum, stirring up a lot of celebrities.
Someone Else's Little Kitten: "The modeling is unbelievably exquisite, it hasn't lost the military-to-civilian conversion face-off, much better than a certain board game. At least the peasant girl I saw was truly dazzling—oops, I mean truly pale. Anyway, it's set to be a hit of the year, even Jesus couldn't change that, I say."
God of Calamity: "No shivering allowed, you cannot shiver, Nai gets hit, send me a screenshot for criticism!"
This Man is Not Too C: "Why can't I take off my pants? I just want to try, are you questioning my proud soul?"
Nai Feitian: "Who was the jerk who told me yesterday that there were good things in the forest? You meant these weird vines that corrode clothes, I assume (annoyed)"
Nai Feitian: "Why must people hurt each other? My newly bought adventurer's jacket, such a big adventurer's jacket is gone!!!"
Nai Feitian: "Damn it, why won't you come out and admit it, now I can only switch back to the novice linen robe!"
2 Kilos of Rice: "Calm down, boss Nai, it was me. It's not that I didn't reply, you just messaged too fast."
Nai Feitian: "Get online, I need to supermarket you."
2 Kilos of Rice: "Boss Nai, I took a picture of a big bird spinning in the forest."
Nai Feitian: "Then come over, I still have 20 demon crystal coins, Brother Rice, it turns out we hit it off, there's a tavern here that does rabbit meat quite well."
Please Urge Me to Write: "Lol, with so many silly players in this game, if I choose the right material, I'll go back and update whenever I'm short on money, I refuse to believe the editor can chase me into the game to beat my dog head."
...
No wonder it's a pinned post, the activity of beta testers and guest accounts is extremely high.
Just a glance at the top comments shows that they're either acquaintances or high players you generally recognize.
Seeing them chat without being able to join in made Kael somewhat restless.
Suddenly, he recalled something and slightly restrained his smile, was silent for a moment, and clicked on the save button for the pinned post.
"This user does not exist, you cannot use the save function."
Kael was stunned for a moment, feeling somewhat melancholy.
"I never thought the first time I'd truly see your face would be in a promotional video on the Player Forum."
In novels, the plot is fixed and destined people somehow meet after all, but in reality, often if you miss it, it's gone forever.
After all, the issue with missing isn't about being wrong... it's about being gone.
Kael knew well that even a hot pinned post would eventually cool down one day; it would vanish into the vast ocean of numerous posts over time and with more players joining, never to be found again.
So he took a few more glances at it.
Then Kael turned to look out the carriage window.
At that moment, the sunlight was just right for the lush grass and warbling orioles of early spring.
His gaze gradually became vacant, focusing on the empty space ahead.
Watching the promotional video, the knight whose cloak was lifted by the wind.
"Father..."
Old White, who was heating tea for Kael with a little magic stone furnace, trembled, spilling a bit of tea.
He carelessly placed his finger on the table where the tea had splashed, and a red streak flashed.
The spilled tea instantaneously vaporized.
He sighed softly in his heart.
Tonight, he would personally cook some of his young master's favorite dishes.
Ah, that's right, he would send a maid to Newman Domain later! He would tell Miss Elanna that the young master missed her and invite her over tomorrow.
...
The following day.
Kael felt much better.
Early in the morning, Kael first loosened up his muscles a bit in the training room of the Lord Mansion, getting used to controlling his body through the traction of magic silk thread.
The destructive power that the magic silk thread could exhibit at this level was limited.
It wasn't that the magic silk thread lacked potential for development, but simply because at this stage, his body's control over magic elements had an upper limit.
In fact, up to now, Kael's body had never truly adapted to the intricate operations of the magic silk thread.
This body, after all, was not the one from his past life that had been tempered through countless battles.
If not for relying on the rare General Experience Points to forcibly unlock the professional skills of his past life's game character and the accompanying Magic Control LV7 passive, he would not have been able to achieve such powerful combat capabilities at this time.
To further harness his combat abilities, it was necessary to incorporate training and learning new knowledge into his daily life, only then would continuous growth be possible.
After completing the sixth set of the Puppet Dance in the training room, Kael felt his body gradually loosen up, and after breaking a light sweat, he took down the freshly cleaned towel from a nearby rack.
He picked up the towel and wiped the sweat from under his arms and side, his pale skin adorned with a faint reddish glow like that of sunset clouds.
That was a side effect from the pulling of the magic silk thread and the flooding of magic elements into his body.
Kael naturally knew how to address the bodily damage caused by magic element contamination; in his previous life, players had used their bodies to test various potions' side effects frequently.
Especially when the players' levels had not yet caught up with the mainstream tier of the natives, those crazies would literally die to show you if you dared to let them try.
Just as brutal wars would prompt advancements in medical technology, the Undead had successfully laid the foundation for the post-potion era with their own corpses.
Many effective potions were usable by both players and natives; Kael did not have a deep understanding of magic potions, but for the sake of nurturing his professional account, he had mastered more than a dozen potions developed based on exclusive skills.
One of these was the Magic Spirit Potion, which transformed the damage of magic element contamination into "Passive Magic Element Sense."
The procurement of this potion was entrusted to the old housekeeper.
He did not trust others to purchase this type of potion.
His main concern was the leakage of the potion's formula.
Even if one merely obtained the potion formula without the method to refine it, replicating the Magic Spirit Potion would be difficult, but it was better to avoid potential issues.
The potion was prepared by him personally.
When the hot water washed over his body and Kael had donned his bathrobe, he asked the maid who had been waiting outside the door to bring the potion.
Gaining strength was not easy; the areas contaminated by magic elements needed repeated massaging by the maid with special techniques to evenly integrate the Magic Spirit Potion into the contaminated areas.
Only when the signs of being tormented faded by the next day and then getting injured again through Silk Thread Manipulation, healed again, injured again…
After cycling through this process for more than twenty days, the special passive could finally take shape.
It was just...
The little maid entering the room blushed as she looked at the stained marks on Kael's slender neck, unconsciously feeling a bit nervous and excited.
No wonder the Chief Maid was receiving increasingly frequent requests from the maids below to "assist Master Kael with his medication."
The little maid who carefully approached with the bottle of potion grew increasingly nervous as she came closer to Kael.