Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 58 The Goodwill of Winter City
Winter City, the top floor of the Wizard Tower.

A wave of light blue light appeared on a portal made of a large number of precious gems and arcane materials.

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow appeared, and when the light gradually dissipated, the face of the figure was clearly displayed.

Roselet, the lord of Winter City in black armor, stepped out.

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At this time, the legendary sorcerer Kaladna who had closed his eyes and meditated suddenly opened his eyes, and the pale white light in the muddy pupils flashed away, and immediately spewed out a smear of bright red blood from his mouth.

The old body seemed to become more rickety and weak, and the rosy face was as pale as white paper, showing a look of depression.

Roselet glanced at the divination tool in front of Kaladna.

A platinum coin engraved with a floating fortress stood in the center of the light blue pentagram. After being swept by an invisible energy, the platinum coin spun and fell slowly.

His eyelids twitched suddenly, and then he said to Kaladna with a faint smile: "Old man, don't tell me that I interrupted your spellcasting again."

"But you always come at such an untimely time. I'm considering whether to take back your permission to enter and exit the wizard's tower casually."

Caladra raised her eyelids and said in a hoarse voice.

"This is the imprint of the ancestor's inheritance. You can't take it back." Roselet smiled, and then asked seriously: "How is it? Have you found the trace of the ancestor?"

"I still have self-knowledge for people who can't even be detected by the gods." Kaladna shook his head lightly.

"What about your divination ceremony?" Roselet pointed to the platinum coin that had been stationary for a long time and asked in doubt.

"I just wanted to go back to some one-sided information about my ancestor based on the stone house where he lived, but I didn't expect to suffer backlash." Kaladna said helplessly.

Then he slightly raised his head and glanced at Roselet, paused and said:
"However, it is still a little rewarding. I found a very unexpected piece of information. I guess it should have been left to us intentionally by our ancestors, otherwise I wouldn't have detected it."

After Kaladna finished speaking, he stretched out his withered right hand and gently stroked the crystal ball floating in front of him.

A gleam of light flashed, and a picture of the wilderness was conveyed in the crystal ball.

"It's rare to see things that can surprise you, an old guy." Hearing this, Roselet immediately leaned over and fixed his curious eyes on the crystal ball.

"Huh? It's just a person... Oh, isn't it supposed to be a half-elf... a refugee from the wilderness?" A doubt flashed in Roslet's eyes, and he looked at Kaladna.

"He has the inheritance of the Nine Swords." Kaladna explained lightly.

"Grandmaster of the Nine Swords?" Roselet's casual expression immediately became dignified, and he reconfirmed to Kaladna.

"That's right!"

"Just him? A refugee in the wilderness, is there anything special about being favored by the ancestors?" Roselet carefully looked at the picture in the crystal ball and asked casually.

"The inheritance of the Nine Swords does not require extraordinary talent and aptitude, it only needs a persistent heart, and the so-called: fate!" Kaladna said lightly after pondering for a while.

"If he doesn't have strong talent and aptitude, how can he quickly improve his strength and break through the pilgrimage site of Nine Swords? I don't quite understand the so-called fate."

Roselet walked to the window, looked at the devastation in Winter City after the turmoil, and sighed.

"After each Nine Swords Grandmaster confirms the successor, he will leave a sword intent on his disciples to assist his practice, so talent and aptitude are not important, the most important thing is the indomitable heart and the fate of meeting each other. "

Kaladna looked at the cross-legged figure in the crystal ball and said to himself.

"Using one's own skill to leave a sword intent for the disciple should consume a lot, so if he dies halfway, wouldn't it be a waste of hard work."

Roselater turned and pointed to the crystal fairway.

"You're really ignorant! Usually, you are asked to read more classics left by your ancestors, but you just don't want to. The inheritance of the Nine Swords can continue to this day without being cut off, which in itself shows its perfection."

"It's enough to annoy me to deal with those nobles every day, and the books are all recorded in the words of the Karatu continent, which is difficult to understand and can't be compared with a person like you who doesn't care about world affairs."

Roselet shrugged and complained.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Since he is a disciple left by our ancestors, he can be regarded as half of his own person after all. Would you like to help him secretly?"

"The bumpy road pays more attention to practice and tempering the body and mind. Since it is the choice of the ancestors, we will not intervene, but you can properly express the goodwill from our Winter City."

Kaladna looked at the figure in the crystal ball, and after thinking for a moment, he spoke slowly.

"That's fine. It just so happens that Brant is still chasing and killing the remnants of the Wolf Man and gathering refugees in the wilderness. I'll give you an order then." Roslet thought for a while, his eyes flickered, and then he said.

After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly paused again, and said to the wizard Kaladna: "Oh! By the way, that green-haired man from Jade Courtyard said he wanted to see you, and wanted to discuss some issues with you."

"Don't worry about that brainless guy, wizards and druids have nothing to talk about, besides, he is not my opponent, if he dares to make trouble here... I will chop off his bear's paw!"

Kaladna's eyelids twitched, and he said indifferently.

"Then it's up to you, but that guy asked me to pass a message to you." Roselater glanced at Kaladna, a hint of ridicule flashed in his eyes, and continued:

"He asked me to tell you: Your mimosa has become a grandma."

After Roselet finished speaking, he secretly glanced at his old friend Kaladna, and saw that there was obviously a slight twitch on his old and calm face.

It's like a small stone falling into a calm pond, splashing and sparkling.

……

At dawn, in the distant sky, the lone star gradually faded, and the sky glowed with a bright color.

Brandt, who was covered in heavy armor, was sitting on a rock next to the tent, holding a shimmering message stone in his hand, his resolute face lost in thought.

After a while, he opened his eyes, put the message stone in his pocket, stood up and looked at the white sky in the distance and whispered to himself:

"The inheritor of the Nine Swords, a wandering half-elf ranger, Thorn, was surprised to find him in the ruins of Talan Village."

Then he pondered for a moment, and said, "Uncle Ward, how far is it from Talan Village?"

As soon as Brant finished speaking, there was a slap, and a vigorous black figure jumped from the big tree next to him, and then walked up to Brant, saying in a hoarse voice:
"It's not far away. If you go straight along the commercial road leading to Yuanshan Town, you will pass by."

"Then trouble you to explore the road first, we will arrive later." Brant turned around and ordered.

After finishing speaking, he thought for a while and said seriously:

"By the way, let's test the strength of that half-elf Thorn. Remember, don't show any killing intent or hostility. Those refugees in the wilderness just experienced the hunting ceremony of Mara believers last night, and they are still very sensitive."

"Half-elf Thorn?" Shadow Ward asked suspiciously.

"It's the gladiator we bet on in the bloody arena that night, but his attack looks fierce, but he lacks skills. You can give some pointers." Brandt explained.

Shadow Ward didn't ask any more questions, but nodded, turned around and quickly disappeared into the jungle.

(End of this chapter)