After the great victory, Kassy led the warriors to find Ank's secret treasure house and obtained a large amount of spoils. Inside, not only were many crystal coins piled up, but also many rare artworks and antiques, including several famous works by the painter Raskey, which was estimated to be the treasures looted by the Ank family from some noble families.

  Raskae was the most famous painter of the Bantu Empire two thousand years ago. In remote small towns, nobles may not know how many sons the king had, but they absolutely knew Raskae's masterpiece, Pope Innocent X Portrait.

  In the painting, Pope Innocent X sits solemnly in a lavish high-backed chair, his body slightly turned to the right, with tightly closed lips and furrowed eyebrows, on his somber face is a thick, slightly aquiline nose. The majestic appearance exudes a hint of ferocity, appearing respectable but not approachable, revered but not intimate, perfectly capturing the Pope's powerful authority and personality traits, receiving high praise from Pope Innocent X himself.

  After its creation, this masterpiece by Raeburn was hailed as the most excellent portrait work. Whether it was nobles or painters, all of them admired it extremely and regarded it as a miracle and model work in the history of painting. As a result, the nobles who asked Raeburn to paint their portraits came one after another without interruption.

  If one doesn't know Lasker, then being born into a noble family is in vain!

  That was a means of comparison among the nobility at that time, and whoever could get Raske to paint a portrait for himself would be absolutely capital to show off.

  In a sandalwood box, Cassius and others found a box of Raskol's masterpieces. There were portraits of noblewomen, portraits of kings, and even several portraits of popes, all vividly lifelike.

  A whole box!

  So many precious masterpieces, if they were to be auctioned off, would absolutely fetch a sky-high price. Under the explanation of old butler Mulberry, Yang Ling understood the value of these portraits.

  "Mulberry, is there any way to quickly turn these paintings and antiques into cash?" Yang Ling had no interest in these so-called masterpieces. To him, they were not as valuable as a few boxes of crystal coins.

  When Yang Ling said this, the old butler was slightly surprised. Having served as a butler in the Haier Beili mansion for many years, he had only seen nobles frantically collecting these masterpieces, and never anyone who would disdain them. After reacting, he said: "Sir, these paintings can be entrusted to our Brad Merchant Team for auction, but it may take some time. In order to publicize widely, at least two months are needed!"

  "It's alright, you can let go and operate now. Also, get the castle in order as soon as possible, we'll be moving in two days!" After giving a few orders, Yang Ling turned around and walked out.

  After observing for a while, Yang Ling understood that the old butler Mulberry was an indispensable helper. No matter how trivial things were, once they fell into his hands, they would quickly become organized. Moreover, as an old man who knew the world, he knew what to say and what to do. When Alice wore thin clothes to massage herself, the dwarf Rumi would always be shocked, but he could pretend not to see it.

  Professional!

  Looking at the capable Mulberry, Yang Ling couldn't help but think of his beautiful female boss who was known as a strong woman, calm, clear-thinking and experienced!

  The castle where the Anka family lived was also called Weisen Castle, which was solid and magnificent, easy to defend and difficult to attack. Inside, there were caves with mountains and water. Compared to the backyard of the dwarf weapon shop, it was much stronger. Yang Ling would not miss such a great villa.

  Although there were many strange legends about Weisen Castle, Yang Ling didn't pay much attention to them. In the world, many rumors are often exaggerated and distorted as they spread from person to person.

  There is originally no trouble in this world; it's just created by mediocre people!

  In Yang Ling's eyes, the legend within the castle was just that. It would be better to spend time practicing magic or taming a few more magical beasts in the Trasen Forest than to waste time pondering these vague legends.

  After the battle with Andemia, Yang Ling felt that his strength was far from enough. If Andemia hadn't lost her mind due to anger, and if she had more combat experience, he would have been reduced to ashes long ago. Thinking of the terrifying nine-headed snake monster, his scalp couldn't help but feel numb.

  The Horned Beast is extremely fast, and after evolving, it can also launch poisonous stingers. However, as a low-level demon, it is no match for the high-ranking Batol Evil Demon. The Evil Eye's rapid-fire attack is powerful, but its movements are slow, and its defense capabilities are weak. The Dryad Warrior has strong combat abilities, but its movements are also too slow; if it encounters speed-type demons, it will likely be unable to keep up. The Unicorn is not bad, able to both attack and defend, as fast as lightning, unfortunately, there is only one of them.

  Is it really necessary to venture into the depths of the Trasemire forest to tame high-level magical beasts?

  Yang Ling shook his head. Taming the unicorn was purely coincidental, and heaven wouldn't drop steamed buns every day. After entering the depths of the dense forest, even Hai'er Beili's group, with their numerous people and momentum, suffered heavy losses. He didn't want to be torn into pieces by many high-level magical beasts.

  Thinking of the high-level demon beast, Yang Ling's heart moved, and he thought of the corpse of the nine-headed snake monster in the ring. A low-level double-headed deer can condense two blood beads, and the nine-headed snake monster is so terrifying that he dares not imagine how many precious demon beast essences it can condense.

  Although he later obtained two small bottles of Life Spring Water from the Elf Elder, he was not willing to swallow them all. After all, the forest elves can only obtain a few drops of Life Spring Water from an elf ancient tree every year, which is basically considered a non-renewable resource.

  But the demonic blood is different, the Trasen Forest stretches for thousands of miles, and no one can say exactly how many demons there are. As long as you have time, it's not difficult to catch a few low-level demons. For improving magical power, the demonic blood of low-level demons may not be comparable to the Life Spring Water, but they have an advantage in numbers.

  To prevent the Condensed Blood of the Magic Beast from being ambushed by the enemy, Yang Ling ordered Agu Su to lead a team of barbarians to heavily guard the entrance.

  Through the Ankha family's surrendered warriors and slaves, he knew that Imuya's father had just led his elite warriors out, leaving an opening for himself to easily take down the easy-to-defend-but-hard-to-attack Visen Castle. He cut off his incense, flattened his old nest, how could the other side let him go unpunished?

  A dog that barks doesn't bite, a dog that bites doesn't bark. The most terrifying enemy is the one hiding in the dark! Yang Ling definitely didn't want to be stabbed from behind when he was concentrating on condensing his blood bead.

  After putting out the corpse of the nine-headed snake monster, looking at its massive body, touching its black and hard scales, and looking at the nine snake heads that can cast different magic spells at the same time, Yang Ling secretly called himself lucky. Thinking back, if he had hesitated slightly at the time, he would probably have died on the spot without a place to bury his body.

  The nine-headed snake monster had eyes as big as nine pairs of lanterns, each pair staring widely in shock. It seemed that until its death, it couldn't believe it would meet a tragic end at the hands of a human who didn't know how to wield internal energy or magic, and it died with its eyes wide open!

  Time waits for no one, after taking a deep breath, Yang Ling sat down cross-legged and placed his right hand on the Nine-Headed Snake Monster's body, exerting all his might to manipulate the witch power within him. Soon, thin strands of crimson blood energy emanated from the Nine-Headed Snake Monster's body, condensing onto his palm.

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