Wizard Bloodline

Back in the cabin, Ronan brought up his character panel.

[Name: Ronan Damien]

【Age: 16】

[Talent: No Attribute Affinity]

[Strength: Level 2 Wizard Apprentice (25%)]

[Skill: Basic Meditation (Proficient 27/400)

Energy Missiles (Expert 72/800)

Charged Weapons (Proficiency 23/200)

Rune Engraving—Cleaning (Getting Started 87/100)]

In less than a month, Ronan's strength progress has advanced by 11%, and his mental power has increased much faster.

The reason is the improvement of basic meditation proficiency.

With basic meditation skills at the proficiency level, the effect of each meditation is much better than before.

It seems that he has entered a deeper state of meditation.

Now every time Ronan meditates, the light in the darkness of his mind becomes brighter and brighter, and the traces of rotation become clearer, just like ripples drawn in circles on the dark water.

“If my proficiency in [Basic Meditation Technique] continues to improve, will my meditation efficiency be comparable to those of wizard geniuses with outstanding qualifications?

The gap in cultivation talent can be greatly smoothed out."

Ronan was secretly looking forward to it.

The practice of [Energy Missile] has never slackened, and the proficiency has successfully reached the "expert" level.

After "Expert", the power of [Energy Missile] soared again, so powerful that it almost didn't look like a zero-level low-level spell.

The casting speed has also been increased again, and it now takes Ronan just over a second to throw an energy missile.

However, it has become much more difficult to improve proficiency after becoming an "expert". In the past, you could gain a little proficiency once or twice, but now you have to cast four to five times to gain a little more proficiency.

It felt to Ronan that there were too few fragmentary insights gained after casting a spell. He had to wait until these insights accumulated to a certain level before his proficiency would increase that much.

The power of spells became stronger and the casting speed became faster, which naturally brought about a sudden increase in combat effectiveness, and Ronan's self-confidence also increased accordingly.

Ronan felt that he currently lacked some practical experience. Apart from various small animals in the forest, he had no experience fighting against people.

In order to be fully prepared for this day that was bound to come, Ronan was already thinking about what to use to practice his skills and make up for actual combat.

There's nothing much to say about [Charging Weapon]. After casually practicing it to the proficient level, Ronan didn't care about it anymore.

The proficiency of [Cleaning] runes has been greatly improved.

After getting started, Ronan found that even if he failed to engrave...if he failed a few more times, he could gain a little more proficiency.

The high-intensity rune engraving activity has almost reached the full proficiency level at the entry level before you know it.

Thinking of this, Ronan stood up subconsciously, walked to an old wooden box in the corner, and opened it.

Pushing aside the pile of messy clutter that was specially used as cover on the upper floor, there were twenty-one [Cleaning] runes neatly placed underneath.

"If he sells all twenty-one of his seventy-five magic stone grains, he can still get sixteen low-level magic stones!"

Sixteen low-level magic stones!

A number that Ronan had never dared to think about was now about to be obtained. He only needed to take the time to go to the market and exchange the rune stones for magic stones.

If it weren't for the fact that all the rune stones in front of him were saved one by one by him this month, Ronan would almost wonder if he was dreaming now.

"You can earn nearly 16 low-level magic stones in a month, and that's just selling the lowest-level [cleaning] runes. The rune master profession is really profitable."

Ronan couldn't help but sigh.

Looking at the large pile of rune stones in front of him, he secretly calculated in his mind.

"When you get the magic stone, first rent a house with a workshop in the town, move out of the tree house area, and then buy a better rune carving knife. The tip of this knife is almost flat now, so I will buy another one. The magic tool should preferably be a staff. If you don’t have a staff in your hand, how can you look like a wizard?"

Just when Ronan was thinking about various plans after having the magic stone.

"Ahem!"

There was the sound of someone coughing outside the house.

Ronan instantly became alert and immediately covered the rune stone and put the box away.

Then he casually grabbed the meat-cutting dagger placed on the table, held it in his hand, and walked out of the tree house step by step.

Opening the door, Ronan carefully walked out of the house.

It was late at night, and there were scattered fireflies floating in the forest. By the light of the fireflies and the moon, Ronan caught a glimpse of a figure standing under his tree house.

"who?!"

Under the robe, Ronan's hand holding the dagger slowly raised, his palms began to sweat, and he was a little nervous.

But soon, a familiar voice came from below.

"Ronan, it's me."

Old Wells? !

Why is he looking for me so late?

The relationship between the two is not good enough to visit each other at night, right?

Ronan was startled, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly, but he did not completely relax his vigilance.

He lay on the edge of a tree branch and asked Old Wells underneath about the reason for his night visit. Unexpectedly, Old Wells replied in a low tone: "I'm here to inform you that Potter is dead."

"What?! Potter is dead?!"

Ronan was shocked.

After the shock, his face showed a bit of confusion and confusion.

By the way, who is Potter?

In the quiet woods, a group of people in robes formed a circle holding torches.

Under the flickering firelight, the body of a middle-aged man lay coldly.

He was wearing a dark green robe and had a hideous and distorted expression. It was obvious that he must have experienced great pain before his death.

A little blonde girl, who was probably only five or six years old, lay on the body and cried like a tearful person.

Ronan stood in the crowd, looking at the crying little girl in front of him with a slightly sympathetic and reluctant look, but he did not have much emotional fluctuation when he saw the dead.

The reactions of the people around him were mostly similar to his, oh, it should be said that they were much more indifferent than him.

The dead man was named Potter, and Ronan barely knew him. They had met each other several times in the woods.

This man had lived in the tree house area with a daughter for many years. He usually lived alone and had no friends.

Now he died suddenly, and most of the people who came to mourn were nearby "neighbors".

"..May the truth guide you, and your soul stay in the land of peace forever."

Old Wells stood beside the dead Potter and his daughter, holding an ebony staff in his hand, and read the eulogy in a low voice.

After the recitation, Old Wells uttered the syllables of the spell, summoning an orange-red fireball the size of a ping-pong ball, and the body burned in the moonlight.

The little girl cried louder, and all the wizards bowed their heads in silence for a few seconds

After the brief funeral, Old Wells began to talk to everyone one by one.

Ronan didn't know what Old Wells said, but he saw that every wizard he found was silent at first, then shook his head, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

"Ronan."

Finally, Old Wells walked up to Ronan.

Ronan nodded and waited for Old Wells to speak.

"Potter is dead, leaving his daughter Cheryl unattended. Are you willing to adopt her?"