Chapter 865 A gold coin - fate has marked the price

After sending Weilin away, Babra put the gold coin in his arms, then told the servants to clean up the mess, and then left the manor and walked towards the capital.

Unnoticed, the surface of the gold coin flashed a slight fluctuation, and then returned to its ordinary appearance.

After returning to the manor where the Asterix family was located in the capital, Babra returned to his courtyard and waited for his grandfather to return.

Three nights ago, his grandfather suddenly called him to the study and asked him to invite Count Qixing to sell the White Tower Griffin Breeding Ranch for one gold coin.

As for why he did this, his grandfather did not say it clearly, but only asked him to keep the gold coin he traded well and come to the study to see him immediately after he attended the court meeting.

The White Tower Griffin Breeding Ranch is worth 60 million gold coins, two 5,000-acre Fengya grass pastures are worth 15 million gold coins, a griffin training cliff is worth 20 million gold coins, and the lifetime contract of ten griffin knight training instructors is worth 1 million gold coins, totaling 96 million gold coins.

The exchange of 96 million gold coins for a gold coin was a free gift, which conflicted with the concept he had formed since childhood.

But he could not resist his grandfather's order.

Sitting at the desk, Babula took out the gold coin in his arms and observed it repeatedly, but did not find anything strange.

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

The sunlight shining through the window moved slowly, depicting a series of flowing pictures on the windowsill.

Time passed slowly, and the light spots on the windowsill began to shrink and were gradually swallowed by the shadows.

"Master Babula."

Hearing the servant's voice, Babula came back 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, Babula stood up, came to the door of the study, opened the door, looked at the beautiful Shia orc maid, and said in a deep voice: "Lead the way."

"Yes, young master."

The maid bowed her head and saluted, leading the way with steady steps.

Wherever she passed, the servants stopped their work and saluted the young master who was loved by the master.

When she came to the study, Babula waved to the maid to take all the maids around her away, so as not to hear the news that she shouldn't hear and be dealt with quietly by her grandfather.

Seeing this, the maid saluted respectfully, and then gestured for everyone to leave.

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

"Come in."

A majestic voice came, asking Babula to tidy up her clothes again, then pushed the door open and closed it.

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

Seeing this, Babra waited quietly as usual.

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

Babra took out the gold coin from his arms, came to the desk, put the gold coin in front of his grandfather, and then returned to his original place and stood quietly.

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

The light wrapped around the gold coin and analyzed it.

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

Babra bowed his head and left the study.

During the whole process, the two did not exchange a word.

As for why he did this, Ismael was unwilling to say, and Babra did not want to ask.

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

In an instant, a red light enveloped Ismail.

Ismail did not resist the exploration of this power.

The next moment, the space changed.

With his eyes open and closed, Ismail came to an isolated island.

Around the isolated island, the space flowed, and from time to time, space storms were sent, trying to destroy the foreign objects in the space crack.

In the center of the isolated island, a pavilion stood in it, and an old man sat on a stone bench, leisurely brewing tea.

"Venerable Bader."

Walking outside the pavilion, Ismail put his right hand on his chest and saluted the old man.

The old man looked at Ismail with a kind look, and slowly said: "Ismail, you are very punctual, please sit down."

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

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

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

"Yes, Lord Bader, I have decided."

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

Bade looked at the gold coin on the table, sighed, and said, "Being addicted to power is very similar to your ancestor."

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

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Bader no longer sighed, stretched out his finger, and wrote the divine text of fate with his own blood.

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

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

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

In front of the legendary high-level Fate Venerable, even if he was a mid-level Soul Mage, he was like an ant.

After the three Fate Mantras were written, Bard picked up the gold coin and put it in.

The three Fate Mantras intertwined with each other and merged into one word, attached to the gold coin, and began to analyze the true owner of this Fate Gold Coin formed by the Fate Card.

Above the rules, a pair of eyes stared at Bard.

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

After a moment, the gaze of the gods dissipated.

Three hours later, the Fate Mantra dissipated.

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

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

"Ismail, 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 voice faded away, and Ismail opened his eyes again, looking at the gold coin in his hand, with a little confusion in his eyes, and then replaced by determination.