Wizard Bloodline

"You should save the words of thanks for yourself.

In fact, I don't think you need to thank her. This little thing is nothing to her. She is a famous rich woman in the third-level wizard circle."

Bolby said to Ronan half-jokingly.

Ronan didn't say anything.

The ring master, Kosti, was not there. He took the things and prepared to leave.

But Borby stood up and shouted at him: "Don't go, Damien, stay with me.

With Kosti away, I'm so bored that I'm almost getting lice on my body.

Oh, right!"

Bolby seemed to suddenly remember something and said quickly: "Korsti specifically told you before she left, if she didn't come back in time.

Sometimes, I need to tell you about things on her behalf."

Ronan was slightly startled, then stopped and walked back under Borby's expectant eyes.

"Hurry up and sit down. Except for me and Kosti, few people come here all year long."

Bolby happily pulled out a chair and greeted Ronan to sit down like a host.

Ronan glanced at the long table where Costi often worked, and inadvertently saw an exquisitely shaped double-handled teacup on the table in front of him. There was half a cup of brown-red tea left in the cup, and a beautiful golden spoon for stirring.

Apparently someone had just sat here, and had chatted with Bolby for a while.

“Didn’t you say that almost no one came up?”

Ronan looked at Bolby, who smiled awkwardly and said, “We just happened to meet.

Before you, Clemens came.”

“Clemens…”

Ronan’s eyes flickered when he heard the name.

The shadow of a young man with a pair of sharp eyes like lapis lazuli quickly emerged in his mind.

Although Ronan won the last battle of the trial selection, Clemens’ strength was unquestionable. In the seventh ring, he was the only one who made Ronan feel valued.

"What is Clemens doing here?"

Ronan stared at the teacup and teaspoon on the table, imagining how Clemens looked when he sat here not long ago, and asked.

"Nothing..."

Bolby shrugged and replied casually, "It's common to be nervous before exploring a super-large secret realm, and he just came to chat with me to relieve his anxiety."

"Clemens is also nervous sometimes?"

Ronan blinked, feeling a little surprised.

In his impression, Clemens, as the first young wizard of the seventh ring before him, always looks calm, confident, and calm.

He is outstanding enough, and is the "title" of a true genius.

It is hard to imagine that he will also find someone to relieve his nervousness and anxiety like a student approaching a big exam.

"You never know what is hidden under the skirt of a dignified lady..."

Ronan glanced at Bolby.

The latter curled his lips, put away his strange metaphor, and said: "Although Clemens is very good, he is only in the magic circle. There are many people who are better than him, not to mention the geniuses outside the magic circle.

During the time when you were not in the magic circle, a small internal exchange competition was held in the seventh ring.

Clemens went to participate.

I still remember his high-spirited look when he left, but it was a pity that when he came back...tsk tsk"

Bolby sighed and said: "This poor little guy, he can't even squeeze into the top ten."

"Clemens' strength is not even in the top ten in the entire magic circle?!"

Ronan was a little shocked.

Damn, how weak is the seventh magic circle?

Oh no, how strong are the geniuses in the other six magic circles?

Late second level, plus comprehending a magic domain resonance, can't squeeze into the top ten? !

"Based on his strength, I think he should be between sixth and eighth."

Bolby propped up his hands, touched his smooth and beardless chin, and said: "But his luck is really bad. He was defeated by you once, and his self-confidence was frustrated. In the exchange competition, he was unlucky enough to meet the current recognized first genius of the French Ring, a genius of the seventh ring level, and was eliminated in the first round of the competition."

"Seventh ring level genius?"

Ronan's eyes flashed, and he asked in a deep voice: "Who is it?"

Bolby was about to answer, but at this time, a calm voice came from behind Ronan.

"Orian."

Ronan turned around and saw a young man who was half a head shorter than him, thin, and with eyes as sharp as lapis lazuli standing at the entrance of the spiral stone steps of the tower, looking at him calmly.

"The first and only wizard genius who has been promoted to level three in the current soul age of Fahuan under 100 years old."

Ronan listened to the young man's calm narration, took a breath, and slowly said: "Clemens."

Who else could the young man in front of him be but Clemens that he and Bolby were talking about.

Talking about others behind their backs, talking about their failures, and being caught on the spot by the subject of the topic made Ronan feel a little embarrassed.

Bolbby didn't pay any attention to it at all, but greeted Clemens with a look of surprise and surprise: "Hey Clemens, long time no see, why are you back again?"

"Bolbby, we just met forty-five minutes ago and sat together for tea."

Clemens took the initiative to walk towards the semi-open room, his eyes fell on Ronan, and he said calmly: "On my way back to the meditation tower, there was a soul trapped in the brass door lock. With twenty The price of a high-level magic stone sold me the news of someone’s return.”

A few black lines appeared on Ronan's forehead, thinking that when he went back, he would immediately replace the big-mouthed "smart door lock".

“Don’t be angry, even if Seri doesn’t tell me, Bolby will inform me as soon as possible.

I specifically told him this, and I have always wanted to find an opportunity to have a good chat with you."

Clemens spoke to Ronan with a natural expression, completely without the aggressive aura he had when he fought with Ronan.

Ronan's attitude towards him was actually quite good. After all, the battle between the two was a discussion without any personal grudges, and they both got what they wanted in the end.

in other words.

He and Clemens could be friends.

"You don't look as depressed as Bolby said..."

Ronan stepped aside slightly to allow Clemens to walk to the table beside him.

Clemens shook his head helplessly and said: "Orian is the heir appointed by the Lord of the First Ring. He has already mastered the wonderful connection between metals and elements. He is a genius who truly understands the true meaning of the inheritance of the Silver Ring. He has four ferrous metal' title.

Even if I stand at the same height as him, I still can't be his opponent. Losing to such a person is frustrating, but not as much as you think."

Ronan chewed carefully what Clemens said, and it seemed to involve something that he had not yet had time to touch.

Just as he was thinking about it, Clemens said, "Do you know why the Ring of Law holds this internal communication competition?"

Ronan shook his head.

"In order to further select suitable candidates who are qualified to go to the first battlefield."

Clemens looked at Ronan, "Lord Kirsty sent you to another place and deliberately missed this competition. It seems that she had no intention of letting you go to the first battlefield.

Too"

Clemens paused and said with some emotion: "You have a powerful ancient bloodline, and your talents are far better than mine. Given time, you will probably grow to a height comparable to Orion.

What you lack now is not the opportunity to sharpen yourself, but time.

There is really no need to participate in the first battlefield, as that would be bad for you. "

"What is the first battlefield? Is it related to the Garden of Mirrors?"

Ronan asked with a frown.

He only learned from Clemens that it turned out that Kirsty asked him to go to Whitestone Castle to seek some kind of "talent transplant". The real purpose turned out to be to take him away, and it seemed to be another layer of protection for him. .

Obviously she has repeatedly emphasized that she will not let herself become a "flower in the greenhouse". This duplicitous woman.

"It's related to the Garden of Mirrors."

Clemens nodded and said: "The first battlefield is what we privately call the innermost core area of ​​the Garden of Mirrors.

The Thunder Council, the Crimson Tower, the Black Nightmare Swamp, the Palace of Thorns, the Crystal Lake, and our Silver Ring.

The six major wizarding forces in the south worked together to open the rune ban in the core area of ​​the ancient Garden of Mirrors Secret Realm. However, this core area, after preliminary exploration, was roughly divided into three layers.

In order to reasonably allocate manpower, these three areas will be explored by young wizards of different levels and different strengths.

They are the so-called first battlefield, second battlefield and third battlefield.

Among them, the first battlefield is the most dangerous and difficult to explore, so those who are eligible to enter are the strongest and most outstanding genius elites of the six wizards.

I originally wanted to enter the first battlefield, but unfortunately I ran into Orion in the first round of the competition, so I probably had to go to the second battlefield.

Ring Master Kirsty's arrangement for you should also be the second battlefield. Although the third battlefield is less dangerous, it has almost no experience value for you."

As a veteran Magic Circle genius, Clemens has stayed in the Silver Magic Circle much longer than Ronan, and he knows and has been exposed to far more things than Ronan.

The two simply sat down at the long table. Bolby brought tea and snacks with a smile, seeming to be very happy to see the harmonious scene of the two people's lively exchanges.

Two days later.

A burst of magnificent and strange energy fluctuations slowly emitted from the metal ring above the silver magic ring and spread to the entire magic ring.

The inspired young wizards walked out from under the seven silver-white towers one after another, like tiny sparks of fire, gathering towards the bottom of the metal ring.

At the same time as the energy fluctuations were emitted, three extremely huge magic airships gradually emerged from the center of the metal ring, like three huge metal silver fish, emitting bright blue light all over their bodies, floating quietly in the sky.

On the seventh ring, at the top of the silver-white tower, two figures took advantage of the breeze and flew out side by side.

One of the figures was probably in his early twenties, with thin cheeks and average appearance, but a pair of bright lapis lazuli eyes, which added a lot of charm to him.

The other person was much younger than him, with a more outstanding appearance, a slender and well-proportioned figure, white hair and blue eyes, and a mysterious and elegant temperament like a wizard aristocrat.

It was Clemens and Ronan who walked out together after receiving the signal that the Secret Realm of the Garden of Mirrors was about to open.

"..You should have memorized all the information I gave you, right?"

Clemens led Ronan towards the direction of the three giant magic airships, and told him, "Those are all rare and precious things that have been discovered in the secret space of the Mirror Courtyard. You know them well enough, and when you explore, you will know which things are valuable and worth fighting for."

Ronan nodded.

He and Clemens chatted in Costi's study for two days, and they could be considered friends.

Clemens's personality was good. Not only did he popularize a lot of knowledge for him, but he also specially compiled a "treasure list" of the Mirror Courtyard for him.

Although it is impossible to fully include the information of all the things that will be encountered in the next exploration, it also summarizes a large part.

Exploring with a purpose is much more efficient than wandering around like a headless fly without a goal.

The two gradually approached the huge metal ring that is the landmark building of the magic ring and stopped.

Like them, there are also a large number of fellow wizards from the Seven Rings Tower who are inspired. Almost all of them are at the late stage of the first level, and there are also many wizards at the second level or above.

Ronan roughly counted and found that there were about 300 people in total.

"A lot of people"

Ronan spoke in a low voice, and Clemens shook his head when he heard his sigh: "A lot? When you meet the people from the other five major forces, you will know what is really a lot.

This time, our Fahuan got a relatively small number of places, especially the qualifications for the first and second battlefields.

Compared with the other wizard forces, Fahuan is still a little worse in overall strength and foundation. It is estimated that it can only rank fourth or fifth among the six major forces..."

Ronan did not speak, and his eyes were attracted by the crowd in one direction.

It was a small group of wizards with a total of about ten people.

Each of them was above the late second level, and each of them was powerful. Whether it was appearance or temperament, they were extremely outstanding, not inferior to Clemens standing next to him.

When so many young and outstanding genius wizards gathered together, the aura they naturally carried became more eye-catching, almost attracting the attention of all the wizards who came, and directly became the center and focus of this crowd.

In front of these ten or so true "prodigies of heaven", there stood quietly a tall and dazzling young man.

The light he radiated alone overshadowed all the halos of the ten or so second-level "prodigies" behind him.

He had a handsome face, short golden hair shining in the sun, like flowing golden threads, and silver-white eyes like deep and quiet lakes, with mysterious light radiating from them all the time.

He exuded an incomparable huge mental power fluctuation belonging to a third-level formal wizard, which was the aura of four brilliant "suns" superimposed together.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and stared at the figure of the young third-level wizard, feeling his demeanor.

Then he heard Clemens whisper in his ear: "Did you see it? That's Orion. It is said that his soul age has not exceeded fifty until now."