Wizard Bloodline

Ronan looked up at the tower.

From his angle, he could not see the spire of the silver-white tower. He could only see the obelisk-shaped tower extending upward almost infinitely. The dense rune patterns engraved on it were glowing slightly because of the sunlight. , the upper part of the tower was extremely bright, like a huge and luminous sword, silently piercing the bright sky.

"The Lord of the Seventh Dharma Ring."

Ronan slowly withdrew his eyes from looking up at the top of his head, and recalled in his mind Benigo's description of the ring master - half of his body stepped out of the fog, reaching out to touch the dawn.

dawn.

According to the ancient tradition of the wizarding world, levels one to three are called fog, and levels four to six are called dawn.

It means to break through the fog and welcome the dawn.

According to Benigo, the Lord of the Seventh Ring should be at the pinnacle of the third-level wizards, but has not completely reached the fourth level.

However, Benigo has been away from a certain level for a long time, the news lags behind, and some statements may not be accurate.

But whether it is the third-level fog peak or the fourth-level dawn, for Ronan now, it is an existence that is unattainable and needs to be looked up to.

Standing at the bottom of the tower, he naturally had some speculations and fantasies about the Lord of the Seventh Ring who was at the top of the tower at this time - was he a man or a woman? Tall, short, fat or thin? Is your personality cold or gentle?

It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous at all. Although Ronan was most likely preparing to receive "commendation" now, he still felt as if he was notified to go to the dean's office at school in his previous life.

Taking a deep breath, Ronan was about to take the first step.

"etc!"

A clear voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Ronan turned around and saw a tall, thin young man wearing a gray robe walking towards him quickly.

"You don't want any of these, do you?"

The young man quickly walked up to Ronan and pointed at his feet, where his newly cut hair was covered.

Only then did Ronan remember that he was only thinking about meeting the Lord of the Seventh Dharma Ring and had forgotten to throw a fireball at his feet.

"I'll clean it up right away."

"Oh no, I mean you can give it to me if you don't want it."

The young man smiled at Ronan, and with his eyes shining, he squatted down and quickly picked up the broken hair on the ground, refusing to let go of every strand.

"You probably don't know how many people in the tower are interested in your bloodline. These hairs are probably more precious and sought-after than third-level magic potions."

When the young man squatted down, Ronan saw that his red hair was mixed with a few clusters of bright yellow, as if it had been specially dyed with special paint.

"Do you mind? I should be able to exchange them for a lot of good things, and of course there will definitely be a share for you."

The young man picked up Ronan's broken hair and asked him sincerely. His appearance was not good-looking, his nose was a bit big, but his black eyes were quite clear and shining, giving people a feeling of quick thinking and vitality.

Ronan thought for a moment and quickly accepted the other party's proposal.

Only he knew that the real reason for his white-haired giant demon form was not due to any ancient bloodline at all.

Of course, it does not rule out that there really is some ancient bloodline power in his body.

If these people can study it, it will be a good thing for him, which will help him use the power of the Holy Blood Tree in the future.

"Thank you, my name is Bolby."

The big-nosed young man exhaled, put away Ronan's broken hair, pointed at the entrance of the silver tower, and looked at him.

"Are you ready to go in? Together?"

The interior of the silver tower is a huge and independent space, but unlike any secret space Ronan has ever entered, it is vertical.

A gray-white staircase extends from the entrance, spiraling upward.

There were countless books floating densely around the stairs, like loose and haphazard stacks of cylindrical walls. A beam of bright white light hung down from the top, illuminating the entire upward path.

Soft light penetrates the suspended and open pages of the book, and a faint halo fills the edges. Looking up, the whole scene appears mysterious, dreamy, and fascinating.

Knowledge and light are intertwined, leading everyone who enters to desire to explore the unknown realm.

Ronan stood on the bottom step, watching all this quietly, and couldn't help but be lost in thought.

He originally thought that the tower was made of metal, serious, cold, and might be a little depressing. But the scene he saw now was completely different from what he had expected.

"Come on, Damien."

Young Bolby stood on a few steps slightly higher than Ronan and greeted him like a friend. His voice was full of brightness and enthusiasm, "There are still many places you need to visit..."

Ronan's heart couldn't help but be moved, and he couldn't wait to take a step forward.

"Buzz——"

Stepping down, slight energy fluctuations came from the soles of your feet.

Ronan was surprised to find that one after another light blue transparent ripples appeared under his feet.

The mental power in his mind became lively and joyful as never before. If he meditated in such a state,

"etc."

Ronan suddenly realized that this might be the so-called rune circle that assists meditation.

He could hardly feel much difference outside the tower, but now that he stepped into the tower, he noticed the effect.

If you can stay in such an environment to meditate and practice, over the years, your spiritual power will indeed grow far beyond that of others.

"Is this the legendary tower?"

Ronan murmured softly.

"It's not as good as a legend, but it is indeed a tower of wisdom..."

Bolby waved at him and walked up with a smile.

Ronan stepped on the stairs, and circles of light blue ripples appeared under his feet. The books suspended in the air around the stairs gathered towards him like naughty birds, dancing gently with tiny dust in the drooping light.

Ronan stretched out his hand and gently fiddled with the pages of the books. He looked at the words on the title page, "Elemental Power", "Witchcraft in Dreams", "Guide to the Secret Language of Wubuli Hasmu Aldini", "The Art of Runes". He felt an indescribable peace and joy in his heart.

Suddenly, Ronan saw a pair of green eyes full of curiosity and desire for exploration in the gap between several books, staring at him intently.

He was stunned for a moment, and gently pushed away the books that blocked his sight in front of him. As a result, he saw a female wizard with long flaxen hair running away quickly with a chuckle not far from the stairs.

"Was she looking at me just now?"

Ronan watched the witch's back as she left, thinking silently in his heart.

He took two quick steps up, and found that behind the densely packed books around the stairs were layers of circular platforms.

The outermost circle of these platforms was an open corridor, and the inner side was divided into many parts, with some wizards walking on the platform.

More than one wizard in a magic ring robe was staring at Ronan, with some strange and joyful colors in his eyes.

"Forgive them, these old guys"

Bolby whispered to Ronan: "It has been a long time since a completely new person came into the tower.

And you are a newly promoted sixth ring

I remember that when Clemens first came in, he was also watched like a monkey for a long time"

Ronan listened to the young Bolby's story and noticed that the mental power fluctuations emanating from these wizards in front of him were very strong, at least level 2, or even above level 2.

But without exception, everyone had more or less traces of having traveled through the long river of time.

He remembered the law of "soul age of 100 years" that Benigo had told him. He thought that they were all former magic circle geniuses who retired to the tower after their soul age exceeded 100, and entered a life of pure cultivation and research.

"If you don't like it, try this."

Bolby handed Ronan a ring with a feather shape carved on it, and a faint mysterious rune fluctuation emanated from it.

"It can temporarily block the auras that come with you and return to the state of getting along with others naturally that you want.

Have you ever stayed alone in an abandoned and dusty attic when you were a child? The sun sprinkled down the glass of the skylight, the dust danced in the light, the air was stuffy, and there was a choking smell, but it was extremely quiet, and no one disturbed it. It was completely your own world."

Ronan gently turned the feather ring given by Bolby, and a strange energy fluctuation emanated from the ring, gently enveloping him.

In an instant, the sights that had been fixed on him receded like a tide, and only a few mental powers remained. Looking in the direction from which the mental powers were cast, several old figures half-hidden in the shadows could be seen. They were very powerful and belonged to the third level.

It seemed that the magical effect of this ring also had certain limitations, but it did make Ronan feel much more relaxed.

"Thank you."

Ronan handed the ring back to Bolby, but he pushed it back.

"Keep it. You will need it in many places after you go out... It's just a small prop enchanted with a simple second-level illusion spell. I also gave one to Clemens when he came in last time."

"Illusion spell..."

Ronan gently stroked the texture on the feather ring, and his eyes flashed slightly.

Bolby's words revealed that he and Ronan did not meet at the gate of the tower by chance. He seemed to be working as a "newcomer guide" in the tower.

Ronan could not feel his specific mental power cultivation.

"Those third-level old guys want to study your bloodline the most."

Bolby approached Ronan and whispered, "Don't trade with them privately, they will suppress your value very low... Give it to me, I will help you sell it... Bah, trade it for a good price."

After that, Bolby ran up two steps, facing the surroundings, and his lips moved quickly, as if he was talking to someone.

After a while, the mental power of the third-level wizards that remained on Ronan also retreated, and Ronan returned to the original "no one cares" state of freedom.

Bolby also has a bit of a chatterbox problem similar to Biondini. He walked in front of Ronan, leading the way, and chattering non-stop.

"It's been a long time since the seventh ring produced a genius of the sixth ring level."

"You are the first in the past few decades, and then Clemens."

"There is another difference between you and Clemens. Everyone believes that you have the potential to be promoted to the seventh ring."

"Seventh ring. The seventh ring has never had a wizard genius of the seventh ring level."

Ronan went up along the spiral book steps, and unknowingly, he was close to the beam of light above his head.

"Click--"

He walked up the last step gently, and saw a huge pyramid-like space.

There were transparent crystal windows on all four sides, and some of them were open. The wind from the top of the high tower blew in from outside.

"This way."

Bolby called him softly and walked quickly towards a huge semi-open room.

Ronan followed him and saw countless books neatly stacked on three sides of the room, and some crystals for reflection were scattered on the wooden floor.

A person sat with his back to a long table that was a combination of a magic experiment table and a desk. Beside him was a beautiful teapot with a brass spout, two silver teacups, and a silver staff inlaid with bright yellow gems, which continuously emitted powerful rune fluctuations that made Ronan tremble with fear.

The figure with his back to him had long, black and shiny hair that was slightly wavy and hung down to the floor. A headband inlaid with tiny gems was loosely tied to her hair.

She was wearing a robe made of silk-like material, embroidered with intricate and exquisite golden patterns, and the cuffs of the robe were dotted with tiny gems and a circle of beautiful white lace.

This was a woman.

The seventh ring master was a female wizard.

Even though she was facing away from Ronan, he could still feel the graceful and noble temperament that she exuded naturally.

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he stopped a few steps away from entering the room. From time to time, wizard books flew over the witch's head like flying birds, falling and rising quickly... She seemed to be busy with something, and it would be very impolite to disturb her at this time.

The young man who led the way, Bolby, blinked at Ronan, suddenly took a few steps forward quickly, and then jumped up.

Then he turned into a colorful conch parrot with bright feathers and landed lightly on a silver bird stand in the corner of the room. It made a strange and playful sound, repeating: "Here he comes! Here he comes! Ronan Damien, the future hope of the Seventh Ring... He's here!"

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Bolby's series of magical operations shocked and speechless Ronan.

He finally understood why he couldn't detect Bolby's spiritual power. It turned out that Bolby was not a human at all, and his body was a parrot.

And he could actually talk to me so fluently before. Was it the effect of the illusion spell?

Ronan didn't know, but after being tricked by Bolby, his originally slightly nervous mood was relaxed a lot.

"Okay, Bolby, I got it."

The witch in front of the long table made a pleasant voice with a hint of helplessness. She threw a shiny magic stone to the colorful conch parrot on the silver shelf, which was swallowed by the latter very flexibly.

"Thank you for leading the way, Bolby."

The parrot flapped its wings happily, "Praise the eternal youth of Costi!"

The woman shook her head helplessly, and then slowly turned to Ronan.

Ronan narrowed his eyes, as if a strong but extremely soft light bloomed in front of him.

He had never felt such a magnificent and vast spiritual power, just like endless starlight, gently enveloping him.

He finally saw the woman's appearance clearly.

Skin as white and bright as snow under the moonlight, delicate and beautiful facial features, a calm and reassuring temperament

This time it was similar to what he imagined, the appearance of a powerful and noble female wizard.

The latter's blue-purple eyes fell on Ronan, and she seemed to be relieved.

The first sentence she said to Ronan was: "I'm really worried that your situation will be the same as Benigo."

"Huh?..."