Fantasy Family Simulator-Chapter 170: The Profound Earth Element

Rhett sat down, ready to fully enjoy the banquet.

"Yiya!"

He heard the unconscious babbling of a baby, and his heart stirred. Turning to Taylors, he asked, "Taylors, have you decided on a name for my grandson?"

"Of course, Father. After much consideration this afternoon, I finalized the name before the banquet." Taylors set down his wine glass and looked at the baby in his arms. "His name... will be Abel Green."

"Hmm, it's a lovely name. I hope Abel grows up strong and healthy!" Rhett nodded gently, playing with Abel for a while before he mentally pulled up the system panel.

He glanced at it:

Seeing the increasing number of members listed, Rhett felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Multiple joyous occasions had accumulated, creating a warm and lively atmosphere at the banquet. Laughter filled the night.

After the banquet, Rhett spent some time chatting and laughing with a few of his followers before finally retiring to his room in the castle.

By then, the cold wind had gradually calmed.

Click.

The last gust of wind just happened to close the window.

Rhett lay on his bed, staring at the dark ceiling, reminiscing about his comfortable little home, and briefly allowed his mind to relax.

Half an hour later, his eyes refocused as he began contemplating a pressing matter.

"Now that I’ve returned to my territory, and everything is stable, all I need to do is wait for the official granting of the new territory and the development of the Dark Marked Eagle branch. Those tasks won’t be too difficult. But during the last simulation, I learned that in June this year, a Sand Spirit will appear in the Death Swamp of the Reim Kingdom and will be obtained by a lucky Earth Knight. If I don’t find a way to get it, I’ll regret it..."

After a brief period of thought, Rhett outlined his development plan for the year. All that remained was to verify it in a simulation.

With a slightly anxious heart, Rhett activated the system.

[Do you want to start a text simulation? Each year simulated consumes 5 Fate Points.]

"Yes, simulate one year."

Rhett narrowed his eyes after reading through the simulation.

This time, the simulation had not gone well. Arriving in an unfamiliar kingdom, he found that someone else was also targeting the Sand Spirit—and that someone was a Grand Mage of the earth element.

"And a Grand Mage at that?" Rhett muttered, frowning. "This is quite troubling..."

But then a wave of doubt rose in his mind.

"How did that Earth Knight, despite the interference of a Grand Mage, ultimately gain the favor of the Sand Spirit?" Rhett pondered, squinting his eyes.

He had a strong sense that there was a hidden secret behind this.

After all, he knew that each elemental spirit had unique characteristics. Whether it was their abilities or how they chose their masters, there were differences!

So, the way Snow Spirit chose Relay as its master could only serve as a reference—it might not be directly applicable!

Rhett narrowed his eyes, deciding to run another simulation, this time to observe how the Earth Knight managed to bond with the Sand Spirit.

Once again, he activated the system.

[Do you want to start a text simulation? Each year simulated consumes 5 Fate Points.]

"Yes, simulate one year."

[Text simulation ended. Would you like to continue?]

"No."

Rhett reflected on the latest simulation, his eyes gradually clearing.

Although the trajectory had shifted this time, he wasn't worried.

After all, his primary goal was to find a way to bond with the Sand Spirit, and the simulation confirmed the method was feasible.

Even though this simulation missed the opportunity to win over Vordelger, that wasn’t a major concern. Rhett’s focus was entirely on the Sand Spirit.

He stroked his chin thoughtfully, pondering, "So, the Sand Spirit requires the corpse of an Earth Mage to bond, before entering the body of the chosen knight?"

"Hmm, it shouldn’t be difficult to obtain the corpse of an Earth Mage, especially if I choose from some irredeemable criminals. The only question is, does the Sand Spirit exclusively bond with knights? Could a Mage also meet the criteria? And does unconsciousness play a crucial role in the bonding process?"

Rhett crossed his arms behind his head, frowning slightly.

After a moment, he decided to run another simulation to verify whether this method would work.

He activated the system once more.

[Do you want to start a text simulation? Each year simulated consumes 5 Fate Points.]

"Yes, simulate one year!"

"Ah!"

Rhett exhaled deeply and sat up from his bed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He paced back and forth in the room, muttering, "This time, the simulation succeeded! Not only did I bond with the Sand Spirit, but I also gained a profound understanding of the earth element?"

The thought filled him with exhilaration.

Rhett paced the room, his mind racing. "Which earth element essence allows for transformation into sand? I can’t wait to find out."

"In a few days, the Grand Duke will arrive, and I’ll seize the opportunity to ask him!"

Having confirmed that his plan to bond with the Sand Spirit was solid, Rhett turned his thoughts to the other events in the simulation.

He settled back into his chair, gazing out the window at the moon.

"But it seems there’s nothing particularly noteworthy in this simulation. Most of the trajectory remained unchanged."

"Except for encountering that Black Star member, the tall woman, who mentioned being pursued by an evil organization connected to the Blood Spirit headquarters. It seems like this warrants further investigation."

However, this event was still a year away, and Rhett had ample time to prepare. There was no need to worry prematurely.

In high spirits, Rhett retrieved a half-bottle of blueberry juice from the upper left corner of his desk, along with a crystal goblet beside it.

He conjured two round ice cubes and poured the purple-blue liquid into the glass.

Raising the glass to the moon, he elegantly took a sip.

The following morning, Rhett awoke from his meditation.

With sunlight streaming through the window, he retrieved a Blood Source Pearl from his pocket and pulled out twenty-four bottles of Aurora Potion from under his bed.

Activating the system, he issued a command.

[Do you want to start a real simulation? Each day simulated consumes 1 Fate Point.]

"Yes!"

Ripples spread through the air as Rhett’s focus sharpened. He swiftly uncorked the Aurora Potions and drank them, channeling the meditation technique to absorb their effects.

As each potion was refined, Rhett only felt a faint enhancement in his mental power—barely noticeable after just one dose.

But after refining all twenty-four bottles, he felt the cumulative effect—subtle yet significant.

Finally, Rhett took out the Blood Source Pearl.

The real test had arrived!

Holding the crimson pearl in his palm, it radiated a sinister glow.

Rhett swallowed it whole, and it instantly dissolved into a torrent of powerful but chaotic energy, crashing through his mind like a raging waterfall.

At the same time, a sinister, blood-colored energy didn’t surge upward but instead dispersed throughout his blood vessels and organs.

Though faint, it felt like needles pricking his body.

Rhett’s body trembled as he endured the discomfort.

With his enhanced mental power, he could faintly sense a unique energy slowly draining his life force—a subtle yet potent force.

Half an hour later, as the turmoil within him subsided, Rhett exhaled deeply, standing before the mirror to see his slightly aged reflection. He shook his head.

[Real simulation ended. Choose one attribute to retain.]

[1. Constitution]

[2. Dou Qi]

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[3. Mental Power]

"I choose mental power!"

As the simulation ended, Rhett looked into the mirror again and saw his youthful appearance restored.

Smiling faintly, he ran the simulation fifty more times before leaving his room.

He headed to the alchemy lab on the fourth floor, where Henk was sitting at a corner desk, writing. Rhett’s approach was anything but subtle, prompting Henk to look up and set down his pen.

"Hmm, good morning, Lord Rhett!" Henk greeted with a smile.

Standing in the doorway, Rhett glanced left and right down the hallway before entering and locking the door behind him.

"Huh? Lord Rhett, what are you up to?" Henk asked, puzzled by Rhett’s mysterious behavior.

"It’s something important," Rhett replied. After a moment of contemplation, he pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Henk.

"Oh?" Henk’s eyes lit up as he took the paper and carefully unfolded it three times until it was fully spread out.

At first, Henk glanced at it casually, but soon he let out a soft "hmm?" His interest piqued as he saw the densely packed text and intricate illustrations. The mysterious and complex content seemed to draw him in like a whirlpool.

Henk’s expression grew increasingly serious, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His breathing slowed.

Then, gripping the paper tightly, he held his breath.

His face showed confusion and deep thought.

Finally, he inhaled sharply, carefully folded the paper, and looked at Rhett. "Lord Rhett, this alchemical formula... I can barely comprehend it, but I can tell it’s for an incredibly potent poison!"

"The alchemical methods and unique processes described here are astonishingly innovative. I’m deeply impressed! But I must ask, where did you get this formula?"

Rhett smiled, amused by the irony. "Hmm, didn’t you help me get this in the simulation?"

But of course, that was information from the simulation, so Rhett didn’t say it aloud.

Meeting Rhett’s gaze, Henk pondered for a moment before speaking again. "This formula, though it’s a low-grade potion, its potency and complexity are unlike anything I’ve ever seen! I’d guess that only something like Black Raven’s Grief could have such an effect—or perhaps another potion I’m not aware of."

Rhett’s smile didn’t waver as he finally replied, "What you’re holding is indeed the formula for Black Raven’s Grief."

Gasp!

Henk inhaled sharply, his eyes widening. He quickly unfolded the paper again, examining it closely.

After a moment, he nodded in realization. "Oh, I see! No wonder I couldn’t think of another potion with such a deadly effect—it’s Black Raven’s Grief!"

"Now that I think about it, the combination of properties and ingredients does match Black Raven’s Grief’s characteristics..."

His realization seemed a bit belated, but Rhett understood. After all, Black Raven’s Grief wasn’t just any potion. "Indeed, and I’m entrusting it to you, hoping you’ll master it as soon as possible. Once our rangers start using Black Raven’s Grief, their combat effectiveness will surely soar!"