Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System

The silver-gray extended sedan sped along the wide roads of Madrid, lined on both sides with Gothic-style buildings rich in Spanish architectural features, interspersed with modern high-rises, giving the city an international feel.

Zhang Beixing sat in the spacious back seat, casually crossing his legs and taking in the scenery on either side of the road. Meanwhile, Richard, perhaps still tense from something Zhang Beixing had said on the plane, had not managed to get a good rest.

After introducing the basic situation of the Alba Clan to Zhang Beixing, Richard closed his eyes for a nap.

Zhang Beixing was still unaware of the destination the car was heading to but had a feeling that the urban atmosphere around them was gradually diminishing.

As the car continued on, more standard European courtyard houses began to appear along the road, with the skyscrapers disappearing from sight. Zhang Beixing knew that cities here in Europe were quite different from those in China; seeing such sights indicated they had reached Madrid’s outskirts. With the car showing no signs of slowing down, Zhang Beixing guessed they’d likely be heading into the mountains next.

As expected, just as Zhang Beixing thought, after reaching a particularly remote section of road where there were hardly any signs of human life, the car suddenly made a sharp turn down an inconspicuous path.

Zhang Beixing curiously observed the roadside along this inconspicuous path. It wasn’t as winding as he had imagined, though not wide, yet the extended and widened sedan raced along it.

The roadside was densely wooded, sunlight filtering through the trees cast dappled shadows on the ground, lending a touch of an idyllic paradise.

However, this scenery didn’t last long because, through the front windshield, Zhang Beixing saw that not far ahead, the winding path suddenly disappeared and transformed into a flat, expansive, concrete surface like the heart of Madrid. Building such a road in the depths of the mountains seemed an extravagant task that would be daunting to ordinary people, but to Zhang Beixing, it was something that spoiled the picturesque view.

Instantly, Zhang Beixing knew this must be the road leading to the Alba Clan’s estate.

Zhang Beixing wasn’t the small-time nobody he was a few months ago. Now, he interacted exclusively with top figures from various factions, among whom family influences were quite common.

Zhang Beixing had long heard about prominent European families; each considered themselves aristocrats, and even those with no notable ancestral achievements would clutch at anything to claim noble blood.

Moreover, they all had similar tastes. Despite possessing vast familial power, core members often preferred residing in estates or castles far removed from city centers, as if appearing too often in public would somehow diminish their sophistication.

Judging by this Alba Clan’s distance from the city, it wasn’t quite aristocratic enough—not at the point of needing a helicopter to go home, at least.

The broad road marked the beginning of the Alba Clan’s private territory, flanked by a row of well-dressed, muscular bodyguards in black suits with white shirts and earpieces, marking a clear boundary between the world of nobility and that of ordinary people.

Of course, they were quite perceptive. Upon spotting the pure black Rolls-Royce, the lead bodyguard pressed his earpiece, notifying the manor while arranging for others to promptly pull open the gates.

The car Zhang Beixing was in drove straight into Alba’s private territory without even slowing down.

Once the vehicle hit the wide concrete surface, a completely different scene unfolded on either side.

The growth of the trees was no longer wild; every branch had been meticulously pruned into shape, which Zhang Beixing found quite intriguing as he studied the intricately designed plants.

These so-called European aristocrats might not have much actual skill, but they indeed have a knack for enjoying life.

Zhang Beixing pondered whether he should have the trees at the entrance of The Ninth Bureau tidied up in a similar fashion. As for how much it would cost and how to accomplish it, that wasn’t his concern.

In any case, as long as Zhang Beixing had such ideas, there would be plenty of people eager to take care of it.

It’s no exaggeration to say that if the Alba Clan knew what Zhang Beixing was thinking now, today would be the last day these trees stood in Madrid.

This wide concrete road was extremely long, but thanks to Zhang Beixing’s Transcendent sensory ability, he could clearly tell it was a giant circle encircling the entire mountain body.

When the car drove about halfway around, the speed began to gradually slow down.

By now, Zhang Beixing could clearly see the Alba Manor.

A massive three-story palace nestled between the mountains, with the mountain enclosing it on three sides, while the front was completely unobstructed, offering a wide panoramic view where one could see most of the city of Madrid at a glance.

It seemed that at night, the view here would be stunning.

Inside the manor, the roads paved with pristine white stones, carefully trimmed shrubs, and a magnificent fountain sculpture.

The tranquility and luxury here conveyed the idea that living in such a place meant no worries could reach you; yet to Zhang Beixing, this Half-Step Extraordinary, it was all an illusion.

As soon as he entered the manor, Zhang Beixing sensed a tense atmosphere enveloping the entire estate; ever since the car had passed through the gates, no fewer than dozens of gazes had been locking onto it back and forth.