Wizard Bloodline

The ice ball with a chilling cold air hit the ground, making a muffled "bang" sound, and a shallow pit covered with frost appeared on the uneven road in front of the house.

"Don't you know the forbidden law in the city? Do you have any sense of public morality?!"

An old wizard passing by with a bucket was startled by the sudden movement, and was about to come up and accuse Ronan with a stern face.

As a result, he felt the mental power fluctuations emanating from Ronan, which belonged to a level 5 apprentice, and his face suddenly changed. He quickly closed his mouth and hurried away.

"Oh, I forgot that we are not in the forest now."

Ronan just remembered it, stretched out his hand and patted his forehead, then walked up with a look of annoyance and self-blame and dug a few pieces of broken ice from the pit blasted by the ice ball to wipe his face and wash.

The main reason is that we were so lazy when we lived in the tree house area before. When we needed water, we just used ice hockey. Why did we need to carry a bucket to the water point and queue up to get water?

Ronan chewed ice cubes and brushed his teeth, sighing that living in the city was really troublesome, while thinking about what he had gained last night.

He had already opened one of the three storage waist bags by nearly one-third.

At this rate, it will be opened smoothly the day after tomorrow at the latest.

This storage waist bag with good progress was obtained during the first rescue of the three old Wells.

The original owner was the weakest among the three black robes killed by Ronan. He died after only one energy missile.

It was precisely because the original owner was the weakest that the storage waist bag left behind was the lowest level and the mental power mark left on the waist bag was the lowest, so it was the easiest to crack.

Ronan was thinking about it when he suddenly saw a small figure walking towards him.

Cheryl looked sleepy, as if she had just been pulled out of bed. Her hair was messy. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, mumbling to Ronan: "Lord Ronan, Sister Winnie is calling you to have breakfast."

Ronan was refreshed when he heard this. He had just moved to a new house and had nothing. He was worried about how to solve the problem of breakfast.

"Got it."

Ronan immediately spit out the ice in his mouth and strode towards the residence of Winniesia and others.

When he passed by Cheryl, who was drooping and yawning, he quietly put his hand that had just touched the ice cube on the back of her neck.

Watching Cheryl, who was completely awake in the next second and ran out screaming, Ronan was bathed in the morning light and felt happy.

"It's another new and beautiful day."

Everyone enjoyed breakfast together. Mrs. Qiaolin and Winniesia made delicious omelets and cream mushroom soup.

After Ronan finished his breakfast, he quietly left a sum of magic stones as food expenses for the future, and then went back to his house.

Three days later.

Ronan's hut.

With a crisp sound in his mind, as if a lock was opened, the mouth of the black waist bag in Ronan's hand quietly opened.

Ronan's face also showed a deep joy.

"Finally it's done."

Without rushing to check it immediately, Ronan washed his face with cold water first to relieve the fatigue of three days of almost sleepless nights.

Then he carefully drew the curtains, and under the dim oil lamplight, he picked up the waist bag again.

Mental power slowly penetrated, and a wonderful feeling suddenly arose from his heart.

Ronan "saw" a black space of about one cubic meter in size appearing in front of him, which was filled with various things in a mess.

He took out the things in the storage waist bag one by one.

After a while, Ronan roughly divided the things in the storage waist bag into three piles and placed them in front of him.

One pile is worthless necessities, such as dirty clothes, smelly socks, unfinished food, clean water, nail clippers, and a silver ear spoon. Well, this black robe seems to be quite particular about personal hygiene.

One pile is valuable things.

These include: three intermediate magic stones, forty-two low-level magic stones, a bone magic ring, a black badge, several wizard books, and several bottles of potions whose specific effects are uncertain.

Ronan's heart trembled slightly when his eyes fell on this pile of things.

Get rich!

Although he had imagined many times in his mind how much wealth he could get from the storage waist bag before opening it, he couldn't help but get excited when the fact really happened as he expected.

This is the first time Ronan has an intermediate magic stone.

It is slightly larger than the low-level magic stone, also black, but deeper, and the energy particles precipitated inside are far superior to the low-level, like a better-quality gem.

"Three intermediate magic stones and forty-two low-level magic stones. Even if the price of the potion that directly improves mental power soars, it can be bought."

Ronan put the three intermediate magic stones under the oil lamp and looked at them again and again, and then carefully put them away.

The rest, the magic ring is intermediate, only enchanted with a rune that Ronan did not recognize. In addition, Ronan vaguely felt that there seemed to be a group of negative energy particles that were condensed and not dispersed in the ring.

This seemed a bit incredible for a magic tool that had not yet been activated.

Ronan touched the ring curiously and puzzledly, and the next moment.

"Valenzuna! You bitch!"

A pale-faced, translucent long-dressed woman suddenly screamed and rushed out of the ring, scaring Ronan so much that his body trembled and his hair stood up.

The cold wind that suddenly rose in the room blew out the oil lamp directly, and the long-dressed woman hit the wall and disappeared.

A few seconds later, a woman's scream and the sound of banging things came from the house next door.

Ronan hurriedly urged the magic ring, and the runes on the ring were activated, and an inexplicable suction force came out.

A moment later, the ghost-like woman in white dress emerged from the wall again, as if being dragged by something and sucked back into the ring. Before she disappeared, she kept cursing the name "Valenzuna", as if she had a blood feud with the owner of the name.

"Ghost?!"

Ronan relit the oil lamp, and was shocked and shocked.

Ghost is actually a combination of soul and energy particles that remain after a person dies. Usually, they don't have much wisdom, but only a kind of obsession.

Who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary intermediate magic ring actually kept a ghost!

Ronan subconsciously picked up the black badge next to the ring and took a closer look.

This kind of badge generally represents the identity and origin of the original owner.

One side of the badge was engraved with a black forest, and each tree in the forest seemed to be twisted and entangled limbs and bones, and countless growing bones worshipped the blood moon above.

On the other side, Ronan read out the mysterious and strange small words.

"Deathtalk... Forest!"

No wonder.

Ronan understood immediately.

Thinking carefully, the three black robes he encountered did use some undead spells.

"It turns out that the black wizard force that invaded Hoddam is called the Deathtalk Forest..."

Ronan didn't dare to touch the ring anymore, fearing that the unlucky wizard next door who had just been frightened would call the law enforcement team of the academy, so he simply packed up his things and prepared to leave the city.

As a result, as soon as he opened the door, he saw a figure walking out of the next door with a lot of bags on his back.

Looking at his panic, hurried, and running out of the city without looking back, it seems that he is planning to run away on the spot.

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