Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System

For White’s apology, Zhang Beixing merely nodded very blandly.

Because Zhang Beixing had already realized that White was genuinely angry, but also genuinely afraid of him being angry.

Yet it seemed he could not bear to control his reckless eldest son.

As for the specific reason, Zhang Beixing speculated it probably had something to do with his lame leg.

After all, in such a family, material and money cannot be their pursuit, what they truly care about might be face.

And such a physical defect might unconsciously make him feel inferior.

However, Zhang Beixing didn’t really care about these things; what he truly wanted to understand now was why the monster disappeared last night without a trace?

Perhaps he still needed to rely on Peter for this.

The monster had been chased away, and there were no other clues tonight.

After briefly greeting Peter and the steward, Zhang Beixing led Richard to the room.

After Zhang Beixing and Richard walked away, the lady, with a bit of complaint, gently nudged White.

"You’re really something, how could you say everything out of anger?"

White still had some remaining anger on his face and flung his sleeve heavily.

"Did I say something random? He’s out there mingling with those ordinary people..."

White, unable to control himself, raised his voice, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by the lady.

"Alright, alright, stop talking."

White seemed slightly reluctant, pursed his lips, but still swallowed the second half of the sentence back down.

Then he flicked his head and walked towards the direction of the palace, leaving behind a sentence.

"How does he deserve to pray here? It’s simply outrageous!"

Watching White’s departing figure, the lady’s eyes showed a bit of helplessness, but more so with heartache for her eldest son.

Subsequently, the lady looked at the steward who stood to the side all along without looking askance.

"Mr. Steward, I’ll have to trouble you to worry more about Peter’s matters."

"He listens to nothing we say, so we can only protect him like this."

Hearing the lady’s words, a peculiar look flashed in the steward’s eyes, but he said nothing, only nodded slightly.

Zhang Beixing and Richard had already reached the rooms on the second floor, as their rooms were extremely close.

Thus, Zhang Beixing and Richard almost opened their respective room doors simultaneously.

Just as Zhang Beixing planned to return to rest, he suddenly heard Richard next door ask him.

"Minister Zhang, what do you think of that Peter?"

Richard didn’t finish his sentence, clearly implying something more.

Zhang Beixing raised an eyebrow, truly an heir from a grand family, he had all the brains needed.

Based on Peter’s various strange behaviors, Richard’s suspicion was already quite apparent.

"Yes, I also think he has problems, but they might not necessarily be related to that monster."

Hearing Zhang Beixing’s words, Richard smiled and shook his head.

"I never said Peter was related to the monster, seems like you have that feeling too."

Zhang Beixing, hands behind his head and looking relaxed, said.

"It doesn’t matter either way, I’ll definitely catch that monster if it comes again."

"But if you’re interested, you can leverage some of your connections to investigate this matter."

After saying this, Zhang Beixing leisurely walked into his room.

Although he was also curious whether there was any link between Peter and the monster, such a headless and tailless affair was truly hard to start investigating.

If Richard was interested, let him investigate, saving himself trouble.

Early the next morning, at the mountaintop above Alba Manor.

The first ray of golden light cast between heaven and earth, the sunlight penetrating through the clouds, sprinkling over the mountaintop, enveloping Zhang Beixing in a layer of golden halo.

He closed his eyes, deeply breathing in the fresh air of the world, as if he could feel the pulse of nature beating within him, the realm of the Heaven and Earth Natural Technique advancing a bit further.

There was even a moment where Zhang Beixing felt at one with heaven and earth, able to feel the whistling mountain winds, hear the echoes in the valleys, and smell the fragrance of earth.

But such an intelligent insight was fleeting, instantly disrupted by myriad complex thoughts.

Zhang Beixing slowly opened his eyes again, the sun had risen a small distance.

Zhang Beixing opened the system, glanced at the progress bar of the Heaven and Earth Natural Technique.

To perfect a self-created cultivation technique, difficulty S, the progress behind was only a mere thirty percent.

But the good news was, before Zhang Wei arrived in Madrid, this progress bar was only in the teens.

It seemed creating a cultivation technique indeed required not just diligent practice, but more insights.

Now that the insights had ended, Zhang Beixing slowly withdrew his breath, lightly tapping his toes, his tall figure rising from the ground, yet inexplicably light; with a few leaps, Zhang Beixing’s figure had already darted back into Alba Manor.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the manor was noticeably more lively than when Zhang Beixing first came.

Not only were there teams of servants scattered throughout the vast garden.

Occasionally, one or two young people dressed in splendid clothes could be seen, likely the family members previously cooped up in their rooms.

However, these young people seemed to have been specifically instructed; upon seeing Zhang Beixing, they would bow at a ninety-degree angle, then quietly retreat to the side.

The scrutiny and curiosity in their eyes were unmistakable.

Particularly the younger ladies, who would instinctively lower their heads at the sight of Zhang Beixing, and as he walked past, would constantly glance at his retreating figure.