Wizard Bloodline

"This is impossible!"

Ronan blurted out urgently.

He got this harmless leaf from Laura, although when he got it, the remaining vitality in the leaf had been extracted by Laura to less than 30%.

But the number is quite impressive.

Ronan has been keeping it carefully, thinking that one day he might be able to use it when launching the [Unsullied Body] battle, and quickly replenish the consumed vitality on the spot.

Because he was worried that the vitality contained in the leaves would naturally disappear, he even found a special container to store it.

Now Benigo actually says that the remaining vitality in this harmless leaf has disappeared?

How could he accept this.

"You tampered with the leaves in front of me?!"

Ronan's eyes also turned cold, his whole body was filled with aura, and his robes were swaying without any wind.

"roll!"

Benigo responded coldly.

He and Benigo were about to collide in the eye of the storm, and their eyes met with each other. Countless airflows collided in the air between the two, creating a dense explosion.

But suddenly the next second, Benigo's momentum suddenly fluctuated violently.

"wrong?!"

Ronan heard his confused voice, which seemed to contain a hint of disbelief.

"This leaf has the scent of the Holy Blood Tree!"

He repeatedly stared at the harmless leaf in his hand, which had completely turned into a dead leaf. The light in his eyes became more and more intense. At the end, he no longer showed any anger at all. Instead, he looked at Ronan eagerly and asked hurriedly. Said: "Boy, what did you put this leaf with?"

Ronan was startled, then slowly took out a small black box from his storage bag.

As soon as it was taken out, the box was about to be taken away by an invisible force.

Ronan held the box firmly and opened it.

When a black shriveled seed that looked like a dried watermelon seed was revealed in the small wooden box, it was gently pinched by Ronan with two fingers and completely exposed to the air.

Ronan felt that the power he was trying to snatch disappeared, and Benigo's entire mind was completely attracted by the seed.

"That's right, it's this breath."

"Holy Blood Tree... This is indeed the seed of the Holy Blood Tree!"

"Hahaha"

Ronan looked at Benigo's pair of pale golden eyes staring at the seeds in his hand. First he murmured, then got excited, then surprised, and finally burst out laughing for no reason, with tears dripping from the corners of his eyes as he smiled. Deranged lunatic.

Ronan said nothing because his mood was also not so calm.

This box and the black seeds in the box were given to him by Andre's half-elf brother and sister.

To be honest, he had been studying for a while. When he was at Hoddam College, he even deciphered the small words written in ancient Elvish language engraved on the lid of the box - [Water it with your blood, maybe one day it will will sprout. 】

Because of the word "hard work" mentioned in this sentence, Ronan tried soaking this seed in dozens of different kinds of blood.

This includes his own blood, as well as the blood of various animals, and even the blood of various magical beasts.

He also watered the seeds, exposed them to sunlight, moonlight, and starlight. He tried almost every conceivable method, but it never had much effect.

Ronan once felt that this was just a dead seed that would never sprout, just like it was impossible for him to resurrect a dead person or make a flower bloom from a pebble.

I never cared about it again and kept it in the innermost part of my storage bag, purely as a souvenir from a friend.

The last time this box was opened was when Ronan was looking for a storage container for the Innocent Leaves.

He also accidentally discovered that the oak box where the seeds were stored had the magical function of preventing the loss of vitality of the plant system. However, he never thought that the harmless leaves put in would be sucked clean by the original owner of the box.

"So..what is the Holy Blood Tree?"

When Benigo's mood began to gradually calm down, Ronan opened his mouth to completely pull him out of his "crazy" state.

"The Holy Blood Tree is a miraculous tree that exists in the ancient legends of the elves."

At this time, Benigo had almost regained his composure.

He sat back in his high chair, most of his body hidden in the shadows, and his breath was reserved and deep.

If it weren't for the traces of tears still remaining on the ferocious and ulcerated cheeks, it would be almost impossible to tell that he had lost any composure.

Benigo's hoarse voice was like two rusty gears rubbing against each other, and his eyes never left the black seed in Ronan's hand as he spoke.

"It is said that he has the ability to purify blood and bring people back to life. Of course, no one has ever really confirmed this."

"oh."

When Ronan heard Benigo mention the words "resurrection from the dead", he could suddenly understand Benigo's gaffe.

Of course, I also have a deep understanding of the amount of chips I currently hold.

His mentality suddenly relaxed.

He didn't speak either.

After asking this question, Ronan stood there and looked at Benigo quietly.

He couldn't see clearly the expression on Benigo's face, but he could feel Benigo's "restless" state at this time.

Finally, the hoarse and deep voice came out from the high chair again, and there seemed to be a hint of tactful discussion in it.

"If you are willing to give me this seed."

"impossible."

Ronan's answer was straightforward and concise, like a sharp knife, cutting off Benigo's words without any explanation.

"You!"

Benigo's two hands suddenly supported the double armrests of the high chair, as if he was anxious to stand up from the chair at any time.

"It's absolutely impossible to give it to you."

"It's a waste to keep this kind of thing in your hands. You don't know how to properly water it, let it sprout and grow."

Benigo took a breath and tried to persuade Ronan in a hurried tone.

"Listen to me."

Ronan said: "I can't give it to you, but I can lend it to you temporarily.

You are responsible for growing it and guaranteeing me to enter the silver magic circle.

I promised you before that I would help you infuse energy into the rune magic circle every month, and I will do it.

If you think it's okay, then this deal is done. If not, forget it."

Ronan looked at Benigo calmly. At this point in the development of things, he no longer had any intention of bargaining.

What he said was the bottom line condition he could accept.

"Do you know how many resources are needed to water a holy blood tree seed?"

Bennego listened to Ronan and spoke slowly.

Ronan shook his head, "I don't know, and I don't want to know that you have paid so much for a vague hope. Now that you have really seen the dawn, do you still care about this little resource investment?

Besides, I also have to take risks.

What if you toss my seeds to death?"

Bennego's face drooped slightly, as if thinking, weighing, and deciding.

After a few breaths, Ronan felt an invisible force constantly pushing him out of the basement.

Bennego's hoarse and indifferent voice also rushed out with the cold wind in the basement.

"Come here to find me in three days.

Joining the magic circle will have a small strength test, you should prepare well."

Ronan retreated all the way to the door of the dilapidated manor, watching the rusty iron door slowly close in front of him.

There was a trace of relaxation and the joy of finally getting what he wanted in his eyes. Soon, his eyes fell on the small wooden box in his hand, and his expression became a little strange.

"Holy Blood Tree!

I didn't expect that Andre's brother and sister would give me the seeds of this legendary tree.

Go back and find out what this Holy Blood Tree is? What are the uses of the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree?

Don't be fooled by this old Deng."

He hurried away on Tongding Street.

At the same time, in the basement of the deserted manor.

Under the dim light of the rune array, Benigo was kneeling on the ground, holding the ice coffin with his hands, closing his eyes and pressing half of his cheek tightly against the icy coffin, with a gentle and peaceful expression.

"..Although it is much worse than the expected Tree of Life, the Holy Blood Tree should be fine..."

"The core material of the Eternal Life Coffin has finally been obtained, and we can start making it soon."

"Fiona, believe me, I will wake you up..."

"I swear."

Three days later.

Ronan stood on the side of the dilapidated street, as quiet as an exquisite sculpture.

The rusty copper lamppost beside him, the crystal stone on the top used for night lighting was dark and cracked, a thick layer of dust accumulated on the lampshade, and a round-bellied spider with silver threads dangling gently in the wind.

Ronan took out the pocket watch from his arms, opened it, and then closed it again.

His eyes once again looked at the closed manor door across the street.

It had been an hour and twenty-three minutes since he sent a signal to the people in the manor that he had arrived, but the person he was waiting for had not appeared yet.

Ronan did not lose his patience. For this opportunity to join the Circle of Law, he had waited for several months, so naturally he would not care about this mere hour and twenty-three minutes.

He just simply felt unhappy.

In his previous life, he had never waited so long for his girlfriend.

Now he had to wait so long for a middle-aged man with "necrophilia".

Ronan waited for another fifteen minutes, and finally someone came out of the dilapidated manor.

"Creaky--"

The rusty iron door made a harsh and unpleasant sound, and a figure walked out of the door.

It was Benigo, but he was a little different today.

His messy brown hair was obviously well-groomed and meticulously combed behind his head.

He wore an exquisite silver-white robe, and the rune patterns printed on the robe emitted a faint glow in the sun.

If you ignore Benigo's half cheek that seemed to be severely corroded and ulcerated by metal, he looks like a powerful first-level late wizard.

Noble and majestic.

Ronan's eyes paused slightly when they moved to the left chest of Benigo's robe.

There was a pattern of the iconic ring of the magic circle and seven silver towers.

But under the pattern, there were three small silver rings nested together.

"Three rings."

Ronan almost thought he was seeing things, and counted them carefully several times.

He is no longer the complete novice who had no knowledge of the Silver Circle. Although he has not joined the Circle, he knows a little about the system and level division within the Circle.

For regular members of the Circle, there is only one symbol representing the Circle on the left chest of the standard silver robe.

For core members, there will be an additional silver ring pattern under the symbol.

The more rings there are, the more noble the core status is.

So far, the person with the highest status in the magic circle that Ronan has seen is Basil, the wizard who refused to vouch for him before.

Basil also has only one silver ring on his robe.

And Benigo in front of him is actually a "three-ring"? !

Ronan felt incredible.

In his understanding, the three-ring members of the silver magic circle should have the strength of a second-level wizard or above.

Moreover, with the status of "three-ring", Benigo should not have fallen into this situation

Even if he gave everything for a dead woman.

Ronan's heart was in turmoil, but his face remained calm.

He watched Benigo approaching him step by step. Benigo was very stylish. He was biting a beautiful black metal pipe in his mouth, puffing smoke as he walked.

Ronan remembered the strong smell of tobacco he smelled when he just stepped into Benigo's house three days ago. This seemed to have a reasonable explanation.

"It seems that you used to be very glorious."

Ronan greeted Benigo in a calm tone.

The relationship between the two is very delicate now. They dislike each other, are wary of each other, and have to rely on each other to achieve certain goals.

Bannigo did not answer Ronan's words, but slowly took off the pipe from his mouth, gently shook off the burnt tobacco ash on it with his hands, and made a crisp sound of metal hitting metal.

"You surprised me too."

Bannigo bit the pipe again, his eyes fell on Ronan, and said lightly: "It's only been three days since I last saw you, and your aura has changed again.

Your understanding of ice magic seems to have deepened a lot, and you have reached a new level..."

Ronan's eyes flashed slightly, and a trace of imperceptible surprise flashed across his eyes. At this time, Bannigo chose to end this round of opening remarks directly and turned to walk towards one end of Copper Ingot Street.

"When you enter the Circle of Law, you must give me the seed of the Holy Blood Tree.

There are some things I need to prepare as soon as possible...at least let me see if the seed can still be planted."

"Don't worry, I promised you something and I won't break my promise."

Ronan walked beside Benigo, thought for a while and said, "What kind of strength test is required to join the Circle of Law, and how difficult is it?"

"It's very easy for you."

Benigo suddenly stopped, looked up and down at Ronan with an inexplicable look, and said with a smile: "To be honest, I am now looking forward to the expressions of those guys after seeing you.

Those people are looking for so-called talents all over the street for the prosperity of the Circle of Law.

But they turned away someone like you who is right under their noses.

In the end, they even begged me for help, haha"

Benigo said a lot of things to himself, regardless of whether Ronan could understand or not. After speaking, he sneered twice and continued to lead the way.

The two of them had no more communication after that until they came to the huge metal building at the entrance of the second-level rune array that Ronan had visited when he first tried to apply to join the Circle of Magic.