Wizard Bloodline

Like a drop of water falling into the dark water.

The calm was broken.

Circles of white ripples appeared.

A large number of colorful light spots emerge from the dark edge and continue to merge into the white light ripples

In the hut, candles made of beeswax burned quietly, occasionally bursting out a little light and making an extremely subtle popping sound.

Ronan sat quietly on the bed, eyes closed, looking peaceful.

On the edge of the wooden bed beneath him, a line of small words was clearly revealed——

The soul is the destination of immortality.

"Buzz——"

Along with a strange trembling sound, an invisible and transparent force seemed to spread out from Ronan's body.

The robe on his body was instantly lifted up by the wind, and the candles on the table were instantly extinguished.

The darkness lasted for a few seconds, and a candle was rekindled, and the dim light illuminated Ronan's handsome and bright face.

"call--"

Ronan blew out the match in his hand, with unconcealable joy on his face.

Blinking his eyes, he brought up his character panel.

[Name: Ronan Damien]

【Age: 16】

[Talent: No Attribute Affinity]

[Strength: Level 5 Wizard Apprentice (1%)]

[Skill: Basic Meditation (Expert 122/800)

Energy Missile (Expert 635/800)

Charged Weapons (Mastery 45/400)

Rune engraving - clean (135/200 for proficiency), shiny (81/100 for beginners)

Ascetic training (skilled 75/200)

Basic Swordsmanship (Introductory 21/100)]

Level five.

It can be considered a fifth-level apprentice!

Ronan turned over a panel and looked at it many times before closing it with satisfaction.

Strength is the foundation of everything.

In this turbulent time, every increase in strength can bring him an extra sense of security.

"It's a pity that the low-level concentration potion is probably completely ineffective on me."

Ronan sighed softly.

He didn't think he could break the iron law of maxing out the drug resistance of five bottles of low-level concentration potion.

He didn't want to try again.

To be honest, the effect of taking the fifth bottle of concentration potion made him feel that it was not worth it compared with the price.

"From now on, if I take drugs, I can only take intermediate-level mind-restoring potions. Those are not cheap. On weekdays, when the price doesn't increase, they cost fifty yuan for low-level magic stones.

words now"

Ronan estimated that he would need at least an intermediate level magic stone.

I really can’t afford it at this stage.

"Let's save some money first, then settle down, and use meditation to consolidate the soaring mental power."

Ronan thought to himself.

He didn't expect that he would fall into "poverty" again so quickly. He had to say that "drug-induced abortion" was really not something that people from ordinary families could do.

It's too expensive.

When your pockets are empty, you are particularly motivated to make money.

Ronan took advantage of the fact that he had just made a breakthrough. He was full of energy and in good condition, and was preparing to study the [Protection] rune again.

But when he sat down in front of the workbench, before his butt was even warm, he heard someone calling his name softly under the tree outside.

"Ronan...Ronan"

Ronan's expression changed, and he quickly grabbed the one-handed sword on the wall, inserted it into the most convenient position on his waist, and then carefully covered it with his robe before stepping out.

After autumn, the fireflies that used to be so prosperous at night in the forest have become much less numerous.

Ronan stood at the door of the tree house, squinting his eyes and looking at the figure holding an oil lamp under the tree.

Only after confirming that it was correct did we set off.

He casually pulled a vine with yellowing leaves, used his strength twice, and let go... Ronan landed on the ground in a cool and steady manner.

Old Wells under the tree raised his head slightly and looked at him deeply with a surprised look as if he wanted to get to know him again, but he didn't say anything, just whispered: "Follow me."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Old Wells led the way with a lantern, and Ronan followed closely behind.

The two of them zigzagged forward along the dark forest path, and no one spoke along the way.

When walking to a small road.

"Uh-huh!"

Suddenly there was a violent sound of something slamming through the bushes ahead.

Ronan was startled and placed his hand directly on the hilt of the one-handed sword under his robe. He and Old Wells stopped almost at the same time.

The sudden movement from the front also stopped abruptly.

Ronan inhaled gently, took a step forward and walked in front of Old Wells. After looking at him, he slowly moved forward.

He is ready to cast spells at any time.

Ronan took a few steps forward, paused, and slowly relaxed his grip on the hilt of the one-handed sword under his robe.

He looked at a few meters away from him with an indifferent expression, a male wizard carrying large and small bags was standing there, holding a short staff like a dead branch tightly in one hand, and the top of the staff exuded... A meager white light.

Judging from his pale face and sweating profusely, he was obviously extremely nervous.

Old Wells came up and took a look, let out a sigh, and then slowly stepped back two positions to the side.

Ronan also moved out of the way.

As if he had been granted amnesty, the male wizard hurriedly picked up his things and ran past the two of them, regardless of how miserable he was.

"Another one who moved secretly at night."

Ronan watched the male wizard, who was only a mere second-level wizard apprentice, disappear into the night, thinking silently in his heart.

Recently, there are fewer and fewer people in the tree house area. With the coming of autumn, it even presents a somewhat depressed scene.

The news of the invasion of the black wizard land has caused panic everywhere. The lower-level wizards living in the tree house area gritted their teeth and sold their belongings to move to the town.

Because they are afraid of getting into trouble, many people choose to move secretly at night.

During this period, Ronan almost heard who lived there every day when he woke up, and the house was empty overnight.

"Let's go."

Old Wells urged Ronan in a low voice.

Ronan nodded and continued to move forward. This time he walked in front of Old Wells and followed Old Wells' instructions.

After walking for about twenty minutes, the two finally arrived at their destination.

There was a bonfire in a clearing in the woods near Old Wells's house. Five or six figures stood there. When they saw Ronan and the others coming, their eyes all turned to them.

"Ronan Damien."

Old Wells put down the oil lamp, pulled down the hood on his head, pointed at Ronan and introduced him to everyone.

"Level 4 apprentice... is also one of us."

Ronan nodded to the people around the campfire one by one. A chubby boy with short blond hair and a little baby fat on his face said happily: "Great, with Ronan and Linus here, our small group is much stronger."

The people around the blond chubby boy agreed with him and smiled. In addition to looking at Ronan with a faint awe, their eyes turned to the direction of another person at the same time.

Since the conflict with the nose ring wizard Eugene at the last gathering, Ronan's name has spread in this small tree house area. Ronan didn't feel strange that someone knew him.

He was curious about another person named Linus.

Following the gazes of several people, Ronan's expression suddenly became cold.

The man called Linus was a tall and thin young man with a cold expression. His gray hair was tied into small braids and tied behind his head, which gave people a feeling of arrogance.

But he also had something to be proud of, because this was actually a fifth-level wizard apprentice, who was not present at the last gathering.

"There is a fifth-level apprentice in the tree house area? Old Wells can even recruit such a talent? He is quite something."

A few thoughts flashed through Ronan's mind.