Wizard Bloodline

Ronan checked the address given by Quidi and stopped in front of a small, dilapidated manor.

The low wall made of gray stone was covered with dead creepers, and some places had already cracked and fallen off.

The rusty heavy iron door was entangled with dense spider webs.

Through the gaps in the patterns on the iron door, you can vaguely see the almost abandoned flowerbed and collapsed statue stone pillars inside. There seems to be a small pool, but it has been covered with dark green.

"A formal member of the magic circle, even if he takes a mission once every six months, will not be so destitute."

Ronan stood at the door of the manor, his eyes flickering slightly.

Quidi mentioned to him before that the owner of the manor had a strange temper and a big problem.

Now it seems that the problem is much bigger than he expected.

"Bang Bang——"

Ronan held the rusty door knocker on the iron door and knocked gently. The heavy and astringent sound echoed between the manor and the street.

"I've accepted the mission you issued. Is Benigo here?"

Ronan tried to call out a few times to introduce himself.

But after waiting for about two minutes, no one answered.

He thought for a moment, pushed the door open and walked in.

"Creaky--"

The iron door made a heavy and harsh sound.

Ronan had just stepped into the manor, and the desolate scene inside had not yet been completely presented to him. "Swoosh--"

The sound of tiny objects breaking through the air rang in his ears, and strong energy particle fluctuations arrived in an instant.

A warning suddenly arose in Ronan's heart. He glanced at a dense mass of black spots like a swarm of bees rushing towards him, and subconsciously fired a [Ice Hockey] out of his hand.

This has almost become his habit now.

"Huh--"

The expert-level [Ice Hockey] is close to perfect proficiency, and a large number of ice energy particles in the air gather.

A little ice light expanded and turned into a white ice ball as big as a millstone in an instant.

The ice ball was in a high-speed rotation state, surrounded by countless tiny crystal ice and snow.

"Boom!"

The ice ball took shape, and then collided directly with the dense bee swarm, which suddenly exploded at the moment of collision, releasing a series of strong explosion aftershocks.

As soon as the aftershocks appeared, Ronan saw a black spot rushing out from the white cold air.

They were thumb-sized metal spheres, each of which was covered with a thin layer of white frost.

Ronan's expression changed slightly, and he threw out two more ice balls. While blocking the metal spheres, he also took advantage of the momentum to retreat quickly.

"Boom! Boom!"

The explosions that occurred one after another made the already desolate courtyard even more messy, with traces of frost splashing everywhere.

Ronan was chased out of the courtyard by the metal spheres that were almost half left. His robe fluttered and he stood on the empty long street. His blue eyes revealed a cold light, thinking about whether to use his trump card.

At this time, a hoarse and indifferent voice came from the manor.

"You only know how to use this one ice spell?"

A level 1 wizard.

Ronan felt the mental power fluctuations that were transmitted with the voice, which were at least five times more than his, and made a judgment in his heart.

He stood on the long street without moving, but a large number of ice energy particles continued to gather towards him, and small snowflakes and ice particles began to fall around him.

"Forget it. Come in."

When Ronan's momentum was about to accumulate to a certain peak, the hoarse voice sounded again.

Then two muffled "bang" and "bang" sounds were heard, and all the metal balls flew back, and the iron gate of the manor and the wooden door of the gray house opposite the iron gate opened at the same time.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and stared at the dark entrance of the house for a while, and finally raised his hand to disperse the coldness around him and walked up.

As soon as Ronan stepped into the house, he smelled an unusually strong and strange smell.

The smell was like a pile of pungent tobacco burning on damp and rotten wooden boards.

Ronan frowned slightly, then looked around.

There was almost no light coming into the room, and there were no lighting tools, or even props that absorbed light. With his eyesight that was many times better than that of ordinary people, he could only barely see the outlines of some furniture.

It didn't look like anyone was living there at all.

At this time, a hoarse and indifferent voice came from somewhere down below.

"Come here. Don't move anything."

In the basement?

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he walked over slowly.

The voice occasionally sounded, and he followed the guidance of the voice, stepped on the creaking old wooden staircase floor, and slowly came to a dim and cold basement.

The basement was not big, but the light was more sufficient than above.

The light came from the rune arrays that were running everywhere.

The whole basement was messy, and the smell was even more pungent and unpleasant, like the smell of many potions being spilled on the ground and mixed together.

Staying in this basement, Ronan, an ice wizard who deals with frost every day, felt a faint biting cold.

The cold came from somewhere in front of him, where a person was sitting. With the light of the rune array, Ronan could barely see the other person's appearance.

Completely different from what he imagined, the man sitting on the high chair was muscular, wearing a white shirt with a bow tie, and had beautiful brown hair, but the temples were all gray.

The man was about 40 years old, with strong and deep features, like a marble sculpture.

Although he was a little unkempt and his thick stubble had obviously not been taken care of for a long time, it was obvious that he looked very handsome, or had been very handsome.

Because now, the skin on his entire left cheek, half of his chin and neck was covered with large patches of festering marks that looked like rusted metal.

The man's eyes were light gold, and he was looking at Ronan coldly, with a strong scrutiny that did not look like he wanted to entertain guests.

Of course, after the "welcome ceremony" when he just entered the door, Ronan did not want to have any relationship with the other party except for the task.

"I accepted the task you issued, Mr. Benigo."

Ronan spoke coldly, and glanced at the man's back, vaguely seeing that there seemed to be a huge rectangular box there.

"I know."

The man said coldly, "Otherwise you would have died under my spell for breaking in illegally."

Ronan frowned and said nothing.

At this time, the man stood up from the high chair. He was really tall, almost half a head taller than Ronan.

He turned around and walked quickly to the long box behind the chair, urging Ronan in an impatient tone: "Come here quickly, boy, I've been waiting for a long time."

Ronan walked over.

The man pushed a certain wooden board in his hand at the same time, and a burst of light emanated from the bottom.

Ronan was surprised to find that the long box he thought was actually filled with a coffin.

A coffin made entirely of some special crystal.

It was densely engraved with various complex and mysterious rune arrays, many of which were running, and many of them were obscure.

Through the patterns of the rune array, Ronan barely judged that the person lying in the crystal coffin was a woman.

Blonde, wearing a blue dress, with fair skin, almost no vitality fluctuations emanating from it.

"Hurry up."

The man urged Ronan again. He pointed to a groove on a rune array that had stopped working on the crystal coffin and said to Ronan: "Use your spell to inject ice energy particles into it until the array is completely restored to operation. Hurry up!"

The man looked very impatient, as if waiting for one more second would be a great torture for him.

Ronan didn't say anything. He followed his instructions and gently covered the corresponding rune array with his right hand. His mental power surged out, and the free ice energy particles in the room gathered and were injected into the rune array little by little as Ronan controlled it.

With the infusion of energy particles, the gray rune array slowly lit up, and bursts of cold air began to permeate the crystal coffin, becoming hazy, and a large amount of white frost covered the body of the woman in the coffin.

Ronan roughly judged that this should be a rune array that continuously releases icy air, with the function of continuing to store energy particles. Once filled, it can maintain the release for about one and a half months.

In fact, the operation of this rune array can be driven by magic stones, but the effect is much worse than the pure ice energy particle infusion.

Ronan "charged" the rune array while secretly looking at the man beside him at this time.

Obviously, as the woman's body in the crystal coffin was gradually covered with frost, the man's anxious state was gradually calmed down.

The whole process was like a beast on the verge of rage and loss of control at any time, getting some kind of continuous comfort and slowly becoming docile.

The man's eyes were always staring at the woman in the crystal coffin, his eyes became gentle and relaxed, his lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something to the woman in the coffin, but Ronan couldn't make out a word.

Finally, the whole energy infusion process ended, Ronan gently withdrew his hand and stopped mobilizing his mental power.

"Okay, Mr. Benigo."

Ronan said, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

The man called Benigo shook his head, just threw a small box to Ronan, and said lightly: "No need.

Your basic skills in ice magic are very solid, and you are doing much better than those people I found before. Those guys will more or less damage the runes on the magic circle every time.

This is your reward, leave as soon as possible."

Ronan opened the small box that Benigo threw over and saw that it contained several intermediate magic stones. He raised his head and said: "It seems that the number and grade of magic stones are not right, Mr. Benigo."

"I will naturally replenish you with the rest in a few days."

The man's cold eyes fell on Ronan, and he said coldly: "As for now, please leave."

"Actually, I have a better suggestion."

"Get out!"

"Boom!"

The powerful mental power of the late-stage wizard suddenly erupted, but before it was fully unfolded, it was suppressed by a more powerful momentum.

The two auras collided, and the violent airflow formed a vortex, blowing the messy furnishings in the entire basement.

In the center of this vortex, countless mysterious auras intertwined and flowed all over his body, and Ronan, with his long robe and white hair fluttering, was standing under a majestic and torrent-like domain of law. Looking at the man in front of him who had returned to his irritable state, he said word by word with calm eyes: "Mr. Benig, now. Can we sit down and have a good talk?"

The man looked at him in astonishment, and after a moment, his face calmed down little by little.

"You want me to guarantee your application to join the magic circle just for helping me to infuse the rune magic circle once?"

Five minutes later, Benigo sat back on his high chair and sneered at Ronan.

Ronan stood in front of him and corrected him, "Not once, but all the time.

From now on, I will come to help you maintain the magic circle on time every month.

If there is anything else I can help with, I will spare no effort."

"Heh--"

Benigo shook his head with amusement, and he leaned forward slightly, approaching Ronan.

Half of his face, which was festering like rusted metal, looked hideous and terrifying under the faint light around him.

"Do you know what a guarantee means?

It means that I will be responsible for everything you do in the Circle of Magic in the future. If you do anything bad to the Circle of Magic, I will also be held responsible.

We have only known each other for a few minutes? I don't even know your name.

Do you think I will take such a big risk for such a small favor? Especially since you seem to have many secrets."

"For others, it is indeed just a small favor. But for you, Mr. Benigo, it seems to be a very tricky thing."

Ronan said lightly: "I doubt whether you can find another ice wizard who is willing to take on this task besides me when the energy of the magic circle is exhausted next month."

"Especially after I publicized your arrears of task rewards."

Ronan shook the small wooden box containing the magic stone in his hand casually, and a crisp clanging sound came from it.

Benigo looked at Ronan coldly with an expressionless face. The powerful mental power of a late-stage wizard surged in his body like a tide, and it was obvious that he was on the verge of exploding at any time.

Ronan quietly relaxed at this time.

"Such efforts and rewards seem a bit too much for you, Mr. Benigo."

Ronan pretended to think, and then moved his eyes to the ice coffin beside him.

"All Mr. Benigo's efforts are to maintain the weak vitality of the beautiful lady in the ice coffin. Unfortunately, it seems that it is not very successful. Although her soul has not completely left her body, her body has begun to rot."

"What do you want to express?"

Benigo spoke in a cold tone.

"If you want to improve her condition, you must inject new vitality into her body."

"I need you to guide me on this?!"

Benigo sneered and his attitude became worse.

Ronan didn't care, but said lightly: "I have a leaf of no injury in my hand, maybe it can help you."

"Leaf of no injury?!"

Benigo was stunned, and his eyes were obviously moved.

Ronan thought of "I knew you would have this reaction."

In fact, when he saw the ice coffin and the woman in it, he could almost guess the story of Benigo.

It was nothing more than a story that could not be more clichéd, in order to save the beloved woman who was dying. The first-level late-stage magic circle wizard, who had a promising future and a noble status, was willing to give up everything for a little illusory and pitiful hope.

It was normal for Benigo, who could not even take out a few high-level magic stones, to be tempted by the treasure of the Woundless Leaf that contained vitality.

As for whether the Woundless Leaf was useful to the woman in the ice coffin?

Ronan didn't know, anyway, he just needed to achieve his goal.

"Take it out and show it to me."

After a few breaths, Benigo finally spoke.

Ronan took the opportunity to throw the Woundless Leaf that he had prepared long ago to the other party.

The olive leaf with a faint golden glow fell lightly into Benigo's hands. Ronan looked calm. He knew that he only needed to do a little more "bargaining" and the matter of finding someone to guarantee would be almost done.

Everything went as smoothly as he expected.

Who would have thought that the goal that was not achieved on Basil at the beginning was now unexpectedly achieved here.

Although it was a month late, it was still much shorter than the thirty years of waiting.

Although he switched to ice magic, the metal magic of the silver magic ring and the inheritance of the [Silverization] talisman have always been within his plan.

Now, there is hope

And just when Ronan was thinking about all this, suddenly-

A powerful mental power fluctuation belonging to a late-stage wizard of the first level broke out again.

Benigo, who was sitting on a high chair, stood up suddenly like an angry lion, staring at Ronan with pale golden eyes, and his hoarse and low voice was full of uncontrollable anger.

"Boy, you're trying to fool me with this?!

The vitality left in this unharmed leaf is not even enough to save a dying wild vine!"

"Huh?!"

Ronan was stunned on the spot, and then looked at the olive leaf in Benigo's hand in disbelief. The golden color was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye it turned into an ordinary dead leaf.