Chapter 865: 1 Gold Coin - Fate Has Already Marked Its Price

After seeing Weilin off, Babura put the gold coins in his arms, then told the servants to clean up the mess, left the manor and headed towards the capital.

Unnoticed by anyone, a slight fluctuation flashed across the surface of the gold coin, and then it returned to its normal appearance.

After returning to the manor of the Asterix family in the royal capital, Babra returned to her own courtyard and waited for her grandfather to return.

One night three days ago, my grandfather suddenly called me to his study and asked me to invite Earl Qixing to sell the White Tower Griffin Breeding Ranch for one gold coin.

As for why he did this, his grandfather did not explain clearly, but only asked him to keep the gold coin used in the transaction well and to come to the study to see him immediately after he finished the court meeting.

The White Tower Griffin Breeding Ranch is worth 60 million gold coins, the two 5,000-acre Wind Grass pastures are worth 15 million gold coins, the one Griffin training cliff is worth 20 million gold coins, and the lifetime contracts of ten Griffin Knight training instructors are worth 1 million gold coins, totaling 96 million gold coins.

Exchanging ninety-six million gold coins for a single gold coin, this act of giving it away for free conflicted with the ideas he had been shaped by since childhood.

But he could not resist his grandfather's orders.

Sitting at the desk, Babula took out the gold coin in his arms, observed it repeatedly, and found nothing strange.

After a long time, Babula put the gold coins in his arms, took out the account book, and began to calculate the profits generated by his industry this year to pass the time and wait for his grandfather to return home.

The sunlight coming through the window moves slowly, drawing flowing pictures on the windowsill.

Time passed slowly, and the light spot on the windowsill began to shrink and was gradually swallowed up by the shadows.

"Master Babula."

Hearing the servant's voice, Babra came to his senses and looked out the window. It was already night.

Immersed in numbers, he forgot about time.

After putting the stacked account books into the cabinet, Babra stood up and walked to the door of the study. He opened the door and looked at the beautiful Shia orc maid. He said in a deep voice, "Lead the way."

"Yes, Master."

The head maid bowed her head and led the way with steady steps.

Wherever he passed, servants stopped what they were doing and bowed to the young master who was deeply loved by his masters.

Arriving in front of the study, Babula waved to the head maid to take all the maids around away, so that they would not hear news that they should not hear and be dealt with quietly by their grandfather.

Upon seeing this, the head maid bowed respectfully and then gestured for everyone to leave.

After everyone left, Babla raised her hand and knocked on the study door.

"Come in."

A majestic voice came, causing Babra to straighten her clothes again, then she pushed the door open and closed it.

Under the dim light, an elderly man with a white beard was sitting at the desk, looking at the documents in his hands.

Seeing this, Babula waited quietly by the side as usual.

Half an hour later, Ismael Asterix signed his name on a document, looked up at Babra, and asked, "Did you get it?"

Upon hearing this, Babula took out the gold coin from his arms, walked to the desk, placed the gold coin in front of his grandfather, then stepped back to his original place and stood quietly.

Ismael looked at the gold coin on the table and used identification magic to examine it.

The light enveloped the gold coin, analyzing it.

After a long time, Ismail removed the spell and waved to Babullah, indicating that he could go down.

Seeing this, Babula bowed her head and left the study.

During the entire process, the two did not exchange a single word.

Ismail would not say why he did this, and Babullah did not want to ask.

After the study door was closed, Ismael picked up the gold coins on the table, stood up, walked to the bookshelf, picked up a golden magic scroll and activated it.

In an instant, a red light enveloped Ismail.

Ismail showed no resistance to this force's exploration.

The next moment, the space changed.

After opening and closing his eyes, Ismail arrived at an isolated island.

Around the isolated island, space is flowing, and space storms are sent from time to time, trying to destroy the foreign objects in the space cracks.

In the center of the isolated island, there is a pavilion, and an old man is sitting on a stone bench, leisurely drinking tea.

"Venerable Bader."

When they reached the outside of the pavilion, Ismail placed his right hand on his chest and saluted the old man.

The old man looked at Ismail with a kind look and said slowly, "Ismail, you are very punctual. Please take a seat."

After the other person sat down, the old man poured him a cup of tea.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Bader smiled gently, then put down the teacup, looked at Ismael, and asked, "Have you decided to use my second wish for your ancestors?"

"Yes, Lord Bader, I have decided."

Ismail took out the gold coin, placed it on the stone table, and said respectfully.

Bard looked at the gold coins on the table, sighed, and said, "Being obsessed with power is very similar to your ancestors."

After hearing the other party's words, Ismail's expression did not change at all and he still maintained a respectful attitude.

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Bard stopped sighing, stretched out his finger, and wrote the divine text of fate with his own blood.

Gazing at the golden light, Ismail felt his soul was lost.

Observing Ishmael's strangeness, Bard waved his hand to erase his understanding of the Word of Fate to prevent his soul from collapsing.

After escaping the disaster, Ismail lowered his head and dared not to interpret the unknown text in his own way.

In front of the legendary high-level Lord of Destiny, even if he was a mid-level soul mage, he was like an ant.

After the three destiny scriptures were written, Bard picked up the gold coins and put them in.

The three divine words of destiny intertwined with each other, merged into one word, attached to the gold coin, and began to analyze the true owner of this destiny gold coin formed by the destiny card.

Above the rules, a pair of eyes were watching Bud.

Sensing the gaze of the god, Bard raised his head and looked again, bowing politely to express his respect.

After a moment, the god's gaze disappeared.

Three hours later, the text of destiny dissipated.

A ray of light suddenly appeared on the gold coin and poured into Ishmael's soul.

Before Ismail could come to his senses, Bad waved his hand and sent him away.

"Ishmael, I once told your ancestors not to be overly obsessed with power."

"Today, I will give you this sentence again, I hope you take care of it."

"A thousand years later, your descendants can call me in the same way and make a third wish."

The sound faded away, and Ismail opened his eyes again, looking at the gold coin in his hand with a hint of confusion in his eyes, which was then replaced by determination.