Wizard Bloodline

"I never knew there was something hidden in this room."

Ronan paused as he looked at the smoke figures in Orian's hand, not knowing what to call them.

"Dust elves."

Orian followed up and said lightly: "When you live here for a long time, you will naturally come into contact with them.

They are very shy. It was only after I stayed here for fifteen years that I was able to slowly interact and communicate with them."

Fifteen years..

Ronan pursed his lips.

Sure enough, there are no geniuses in this world for no reason.

Orian was able to be promoted to a third-level wizard before the age of fifty and was awarded the resounding title of "Four-color Metal". In addition to his own outstanding talent, it is also inseparable from the strong irrigation of various top resources in the Silver Magic Ring.

Ronan survived the crisis of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society because of the coordinates of a world stone, and was given the right to enter the ascetic room and use part of the inheritance mark space as an exception.

After staying here for a while, Ronan felt that his abilities in all aspects had grown rapidly. This was an absolute treasure land for wizards to cultivate themselves.

But Orian had lived in this place for at least fifteen years.

Ronan felt a little emotional, thought for a while and said, "Whatever you want."

Orian lowered his head slightly, and made a sound as thin as a mosquito. He was talking to several dust elves in his hand, using a language that Ronan could not understand, like a strange whisper.

Soon, the dust elves received Orian's instructions and disappeared like smoke.

"If you want to communicate with them, remember to speak as low as possible, otherwise they will be scared.

Dust elves can understand our language, but it will be much smoother to talk to them in the language of the elves.

On the bookshelf on the 53rd floor on the left hand side behind you, there is an introduction to the elven language of the dust elves. If you are interested, you can flip through it. It won't take much time to learn it."

Orian raised his head and spoke to Ronan in the tone of a person who has experienced it.

He was clearly teaching Ronan something, but he didn't make people feel annoying. He showed an extremely excellent self-restraint that Ronan had never felt in another person.

At this time, the dust elves who had left before came back and brought more dust elves.

Several winged little people stacked together, holding teapots, teacups, and trays that were many times larger than them, and they were swaying, making people worry that they would fall down in the next second.

Orian whispered to Ronan: "Don't try to help them, otherwise they will get angry and ignore you for a long time.

The dust elves are the housekeepers of the attic. They are keen to serve us. You just need to tell them what you need carefully and wait patiently.

If you have a good relationship with them, they may share with you many unknown secrets that happened in this attic."

Ronan watched the large group of dust elves put everything on the long table. They brought steaming hot tea, as well as sugar cubes, cream, honey, salt, and snacks such as muffins and tarts. Soon they set up a very rich afternoon tea.

He listened to Orian's words, his expression slightly changed, and he couldn't help but say: "You really know them well."

Orian quietly watched a gray-winged dust elf clumsily pour water into the cup in front of him, and said lightly: "Of course, I have been with them for more time than anyone in the Circle of Magic."

Ronan felt a deep sense of loneliness from Orian's words. It seems that being highly expected by the ring masters of the Circle of Magic is not entirely good.

Ronan seemed to be able to imagine that the lonely wizard boy stayed in this narrow and silent room day after day, year after year. In addition to meditation and practice, he could only talk to the dust people hiding in the gaps between the floor and the bookshelf.

"What is the situation outside now?"

Ronan gently stirred the snow-white sugar cubes in the red tea with a small silver spoon and asked Orian casually.

In fact, he was not completely ignorant of the outside world. Although he was "confined" here and could not go out for the time being, the communication props were still on him, and he would occasionally contact Benig, Clemens and others.

Just sitting face to face with Orian, he wondered if he should take the initiative to find some topics to break the quiet and slightly awkward atmosphere.

"What do you mean?"

"The Ancient Witch Resurrection Society."

Orian paused, and then replied: "After the list of wizards of the Resurrection Society was announced, the pursuit missions have been issued. There are also some wizards from other forces who have mixed in, and bloodshed and fighting incidents are happening every day."

Through Orian's simple description, Ronan heard a word-"chaos".

The development of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society has gradually become out of control.

The forces that have been damaged by the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society, their resources have become "hot cakes" in the eyes of many people. Many forces have taken the excuse of eliminating the remaining forces of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society and began to plunder other people's territories. Some even directly "disguised" themselves as the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society and killed people and robbed treasures openly...

The six major, oh no, it should be said that it is now the five major. According to Orian, the Thorn Palace was completely announced to be disbanded last month.

Even the Silver Circle has absorbed a small number of Thorn Palace wizards to join.

The areas around the five major wizard forces are almost in chaos, and this unrest is still spreading to more distant places.

In the turmoil, powerful wizards rose up and won respect and fame, while famous wizards fell and their souls went to the land of peace.

"Before I came here, I met Rufus."

Orion suddenly spoke and looked at Ronan.

Ronan was slightly startled, and a hideous body covered with naked flesh and blood subconsciously appeared in his mind.

"I fought with him.

He also mentioned you to me."

"What did he mention about me?"

Ronan picked up the teacup in his hand, took a sip, and asked calmly.

"He was curious about your life and death."

Orion said lightly.

"What was the result of your battle with him?"

Ronan spoke, although he knew that such a direct question was not polite.

Orian was silent for a moment, then he said, "Rufus is practicing the ancient blood secrets inherited in the Scarlet Tower, and he is very powerful.

This turmoil is the hotbed for his rapid growth

In this battle, neither he nor I used our full strength.

Winning or losing at this stage is meaningless, and the real competition will have to wait for three years."

Ronan's eyes flickered, "Are you competing for the wizard seat of Heramus?"

"No one will miss this event."

Orian looked into Ronan's eyes and said lightly, "You are the same, right?"

Ronan shook his head and said nothing.

Although he was indeed eager to go, it was still unknown for him whether he could successfully advance to level three in three years.

"Are you interested in a competition?"

Orian suddenly spoke, and Ronan's hand holding the teacup froze.

There seemed to be a faint fluctuation between the two, and the scattered fighting spirit made the busy dust elves on the long table panic and run around.

A moment later, this little flame of fighting was extinguished by Ronan.

"Sorry."

Ronan shook his head and put down the teacup in his hand. "Something is wrong with my body. I am not suitable for spellcasting and fighting now."

Ronan knew very well that what Orian was interested in was his three-domain fusion, the spell that killed Ignatius in seconds, and the power of the frost hydra bloodline.

This is also the reason why Orian and Rufus regarded him as an equal opponent.

But the problem of "Hekato's remaining will" in the consciousness space has not been solved. Ronan can no longer use the power related to the ancient frost hydra, otherwise he may be backfired by the will, so he can only reject Orian's proposal.

Although he himself is also curious about Orian's combat power.

"Okay."

Orian showed a slight regret on his face, but didn't say anything.

The topic between the two ended, and they fell silent, just quietly enjoying afternoon tea.

"Actually, they are very good. It is very worry-free to leave the house to them.

If you get along well, I suggest you take a few away when the time comes."

After an unknown amount of time, Orian stood up from his seat, said goodbye to the dust elves playing on the table with his fingers, and then calmly left the ascetic room.

This time, it seemed that he came just to meet Ronan.

"This guy probably doesn't have many friends."

Ronan watched Orian leave, and then thought about it, and casually took a book from the bookshelf on the left hand side behind him, which was on the 53rd row from bottom to top - "The Secret of House Elves".

After flipping through a few pages casually, Ronan uttered a strange whisper with a little awkwardness. Several dust elves were attracted by his calling voice and carefully poked their heads out from the cracks of the table, but as soon as they made eye contact with him, they immediately turned into smoke and disappeared.

Ronan smiled, put down the book, turned around and chose a small gray door to walk in.

Orian's arrival was just an insignificant episode, and the peaceful and regular life continued.

Sometimes he would forget the passage of time.

He seemed to be forgotten in this corner where no one cared.

Orian never appeared again after that time, and the only person who visited the attic was Bolby who came to deliver resources every now and then.

Ronan had the habit of writing a diary, but because he didn't know the specific time and date, he used another way to mark the record.

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【. Rune reading progress: 200. Mental power progress: 64%. Prepare to condense the third mental power crystal. Bolby sent the resources for the impact of the second-level wizard late two days ago. I asked him how long it would take before the "Southern Wizard Genius Gathering" was held, but he didn't say. 】

【. Rune reading progress: 520. Mental power progress: still stuck at 64%. The third mental power crystal is not condensed, and the mental power cannot continue to grow.

The reason for writing this diary is that 520 is a special number worth remembering. Unfortunately, I don't have a partner to share, but wizards don't need partners, and women will only affect my casting speed.

Good news. After studying more than 500 first- and second-level runes, I can finally understand the runes in the mirror dagger and silver comb. Now I am trying to use these two runes to make the final modification to the [Silverization] rune.

I can also understand more runes in the Universal Orb, and [Multiple Mirror Lights] may also be further optimized.

I named the core rune in the Dawn-level silver cane [Stagnation], and I am doing a preliminary analysis.]

[. Rune reading progress: 703. Mental power progress: 66%.

Successfully promoted to the late stage of the second-level wizard, the third mental power crystal has condensed, and the upgraded and optimized [Silverization] rune has been successfully solidified, and the effect is pretty good.

Good news, the proficiency of [Detection Technique] has been upgraded to the master level, and the derived ability - [Eye of Truth], can clearly see the flow and arrangement of energy particles when the spell is cast. More functions need further exploration. 】

【.Rune reading progress: seven hundred and fifty-four. Mental progress: 68%.

[Frost Spear] Promoted to the Master Level and derived the Extraordinary Domain]

【. Rune reading progress: 867, mental power progress: 75%.

Good news, [Ice Ball Technique] has entered the resonance of the second level of magic. It’s so fast. The ancient frost hydra bloodline is still functioning. I am already an out-and-out ice magic genius! 】

【. Rune reading progress: 901, mental power progress: 78%.

Good news, [Frost Ray] has also entered the resonance of the second level of law. 】

【. Rune reading progress: 970, mental power progress: 80%.

Good news, [Ice Blade Technique] has entered the resonance of the second realm, and the three realms have been integrated more thoroughly. I am trying to integrate the fourth extraordinary ice realm into the fusion. I can foresee that [Hekarto's Death Gaze] will A small shock to the wizarding geniuses throughout the South.

If I have a chance to get an invitation to compete for seats.]

[..Good news, [Spell-Breaking Power] finally got me into a realm of legal resonance. The energy system [Disintegration Ray] spell I found on the 573rd floor of the attic bookshelf inspired me a lot. 】

[.Good news, [Particle Torrent] has entered the resonance realm of the second stage of law. 】

【.Good news, the master level proficiency of [Ascetic Body Training] has exceeded 1,000, and the [Ancient Power] rune has been promoted to the intermediate level. 】

[.Good news, the remaining will belonging to Hekarto in the consciousness space has been almost eliminated by me. The hidden danger of the bloodline has been temporarily eliminated. You can try to continue the bloodline fusion, and you can try the idea of ​​the [Mirror Soul] spell]

[.Good news, using the blood of the ancient frost hydra to cast the [Mirror Soul] spell is more powerful than I imagined. If I can improve my proficiency in this spell to the master level, my trump card should be + 1]

[.Bad news, my mental power growth has hit a plateau. I don’t know the specific time, but I can feel that it has been stuck at 88% for a long time. Bolby sent me the mental power improvement method. Almost all of the magic potions have developed resistance.

When Bolby comes next time, I plan to discuss with him a solution to this problem]

[.Bad news, Bolby thinks that the root of the problem may still be my soul qualification. My strength has improved too fast, which is not what a wizard with my qualifications can possess.

The impurities contained in my soul have become an obstacle for me to move forward. I need to fight to temper myself, but I... still can't go out for the time being]

[.Good news, [Basic Meditation Technique] master-level proficiency has exceeded 1,000, my mental power has been purified twice, and the plateau period that originally stuck me has passed.

Bad news, there is not much time left before the start of the "Graham Wizards Seat Battle"

I don't want to miss it. 】

【.Run reading progress: three thousand and fifty-two.

Mental progress: 101%.

Bad news, I have read all the rune books on the bookshelf in the ascetic room. 】

【.Bad news, the space energy seeds in the consciousness space have disappeared. 】

[.Bad news, the key to promoting a second-level wizard to a third-level wizard requires the use of external means to improve soul power. The worse the soul qualification, the more resources needed to improve soul power.

After taking the two soul power-enhancing potions sent by Bolby, I still didn’t feel the opportunity to advance to the third level. Kirsty continued to help me collect them]

[.Bad news, I am still obsessed with the research on the space system and mirror rune spells of the ancient Garden of Mirrors, but after losing the support of space energy seeds, my research has completely hit a bottleneck. 】

【.I really want to enter the Secret Realm of the Garden of Mirrors again. Many of my ideas can be verified and maybe I can get more inspiration. 】

【.Good news, I finally became friends with a female dust elf, she is very beautiful, only the size of my thumb, I named her Arrietty. 】

【.Bad news.

Today, the age number displayed on my character panel became twenty-one. 】

【Good news

I can go out. 】

In the quiet attic of the ascetic room, the soft light of the lighting crystal shines like white gauze.

In front of a smooth silver half-length mirror, a slender figure wearing a silver-grey robe is carefully trimming himself in front of the mirror.

The beautiful long chestnut hair and beard rustled down with the sound of scissors and fell on the warm wooden floor.

A large group of winged dust elves were busy running around on the floor, gathering together the scattered hair.

Until a certain time, the sound of pruning suddenly stopped.

The dust elves on the ground and in the air immediately dispersed, and soon after, the hair piled on the floor was silently ignited by the flames, and soon burned into a ball of charred ashes.

Among the dust elves, a beautiful girl with two pairs of gray wings and a long braid flapped her wings, bravely approached the figure, gently landed on its shoulder, and then looked at the mirror curiously.

What appeared in the silver half-length mirror was a young man with short brown chestnut hair.

His facial features are handsome and heroic, his skin is fair, and his eyes are blue, as deep as an infinite and quiet lake.

The young man's face is particularly calm, and his body exudes a strong bookish aura. His temperament is calm and restrained, making him feel like a humble and wise scholar and a low-key and elegant aristocrat.

"Arrietty, do you want to come with me?"

The young man tilted his head slightly and asked the beautiful girl on his shoulder in a slight and gentle voice.

The girl's face showed excitement and some hesitation. She lowered her head and looked down.

There were dust elves on the floor who looked like a middle-aged couple looking at her with complicated expressions and waving gently at her.

"Um!"

The girl gathered her courage and nodded vigorously at the young man in the mirror.

The latter smiled, stretched out his fingers and gently touched the girl's head. The latter obediently leaned close to him, and then turned into a wisp of smoke and hid it in the folds of the collar of his robe.

After doing all this, the young man turned around.

He raised his hand, and the silver half-length mirror behind him melted like water, flowing into his sleeves every bit.

"Unknowingly, it has already been three years..."

Ronan sighed softly.

He raised his eyes and looked around. The books displayed silently on the bookshelves seemed to be saying goodbye to him silently.

In the past three years, he has read almost every book here. The excellent memory brought about by the development of his brain allows him to easily recall every page of every book in every position on these bookshelves. content.

I walked here when I was nearly eighteen years old, and now I am twenty-one years old, growing from a boy to a young man.

Sometimes I feel that three years is quite a long time.

But looking back now, I feel as if my appearance in the mirror has changed just for a moment.

"Shua——"

A silver-white space vortex appeared silently in the air in front of him.

Ronan's eyes flickered. He was now extremely sensitive to energy fluctuations in any space system.

"Let's go, Arrietty."

After calming down, Ronan gently patted the collar of his robe, and then slowly walked into the whirlpool as a large group of dust elves saw him off.

On the wooden floor behind him, the dust elves who looked like a middle-aged couple watched him leave, waving their hands and wiping away tears.

When Ronan walked out of the whirlpool, he found that he was not in the dark corridor where he entered three years ago, but in mid-air.

The blazing sun hangs in the cloudless sky, casting golden light, and beneath your feet is a huge metal ring that rotates quietly.

Ronan squinted his eyes and made a simple gesture to block his sight. After his pupils adapted to the external light, he lowered his hand and saw clearly the figure facing him under the scorching sun.

Just like three years ago.

Time has not left any traces on Kirsty.

She is still so beautiful that it is pleasing to the eye, with the innocence of a girl and the elegance of a lady, as well as the majesty and calmness of the top wizard of the fog.

She opened her hands to Ronan and said softly: "Welcome out of seclusion, Damien."

The seventh dharma ring tower, top.

Ronan stood in front of the huge crystal floor-to-ceiling window, and Bolby, who transformed into a colorful cockatoo, flew noisily over his head.

It was obvious that he had met Ronan seven days ago, and even the news that he could go out was conveyed by Bolby, but now he was so excited as if he hadn't seen him in three years.

Ronan looked down at the entire Ring and saw a huge metal base at the west end of the seven silver-white towers. Many wizards wearing Ring robes were busy around it.

"The Ring is preparing to build the eighth tower"

Kirsty walked up to Ronan and explained calmly: "During the three years of your retreat and hard training, a lot of things happened.

The Palace of Thorns no longer exists. Our Dharma Circle has admitted a third-level peak wizard from the original Palace of Thorns, intending to make her the eighth ring master of the Dharma Ring. The decision was passed just two months ago.

Oh, by the way, you should have seen that person before. He was the wizard who led the team in the second battlefield, Thorn Palace, when the core secret realm of the Garden of Mirrors was opened."

"Is it her?"

Ronan blinked, Kirsty's words made an impression on him.

A beautiful plant-based wizard with hair covered with leaves and flowers came to mind.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the other party turned out to be a member of the Dharma Ring.

"How far behind is your current strength by three levels?"

Kirsty suddenly spoke of another matter and asked Ronan.

"a lot of."

Ronan shook his head.

He knew why Kirsty was asking.

He thought for a moment and then asked: "How much time is left until the start of the gathering of wizards and geniuses in the south?"