Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 105 Space and Mirror, Weird Garden

Fifteen minutes later, Ronan saw that the ponytailed female wizard, whose skin had been as red as a shrimp and whose head seemed to be filled with white steam, had slowly returned to normal, and her disordered mental fluctuations had finally stabilized.

"Then that mirror is not mine."

The misunderstanding was resolved, and although the ponytailed witch had calmed down, she was still too embarrassed to look Ronan in the eye.

"It was obtained by our small team when we were exploring a secret realm. Everyone has the right to use it. It was only given to me before just to win the duel."

"Can you show it to me?"

Ronan saw that the ponytailed witch was obviously hesitant, but she still obediently took out the mirror magic tool he had seen before from her storage waist bag and handed it to him.

In a sense, the ponytailed witch is now "held hostage" by Ronan, and she can only cooperate with Ronan's requests.

Second-level magic tool.

It was the first time that Ronan came into contact with a proper second-level magical tool... Well, the Nightmare Tungsten Steel can only be considered a second-level material.

The mirror, which is more than a palm wide, feels cold in the hand, and one can clearly sense the faint fluctuations of energy particles and a mysterious and obscure rune aura emanating from it.

The mirror is oval in shape, with its edges wrapped in an unknown silvery-white material and engraved with intricate and exquisite patterns.

The mirror surface on the front is a bright silver color that is almost transparent. If you touch it, ripples like waves will appear in circles.

On the back is engraved a symmetrical, overlapping silver double circular pattern. In the middle of the pattern is a group of spirally twisted lines, which looks like some kind of symbol, or like a strange maze.

"Garden of Mirrors"

Ronan reached out and gently touched the mysterious maze pattern, with light flashing in his eyes.

He took out the mirror fragments and the fragments of the magic tool he had obtained during his apprenticeship from his storage waist bag, placed them in front of his eyes and compared them with the complete magic tool in his hand. Finally, he found a trace of almost perfect overlap in the upper right corner.

The spiritual force penetrated into the complete mirror magic tool and found the rune that was the core of it. The result of comparison was the same.

"It is indeed a certain type of ritual implement of the same style as that of the Garden of Mirrors."

Ronan exhaled lightly, and then asked the ponytailed witch in front of him again, "Do you mind if I make a copy of the runes inside?"

"It's okay."

With the permission of the Ponytailed Witch, Ronan took out a rune stone specially used for recording and copied the complete rune form in the mirror tool into the rune stone.

This is different from rune engraving, which simply records the shape of the rune, just like copying a pattern on a piece of paper. Only through the process of engraving and enchanting can the rune truly take effect.

"Thank you."

After the replica was completed, Ronan handed the second-order mirror magic tool back to the ponytailed female wizard, which surprised the latter. She probably didn't expect Ronan to return the thing to her.

"Where is the secret space where you got this magic tool? Can you take me there?"

Ronan asked the ponytailed female wizard, who nodded and said, "That is a secret space that has not yet been discovered. We haven't explored it completely. Well, to be precise, we haven't explored it very much. The magic arrays and dangers in it are not something that a first-level wizard can handle."

Ronan turned on the flying ring, and he and the ponytailed witch left the valley and began to chat while flying.

The wizarding world has several different standards for dividing secret spaces, which can be divided into two types: artificially constructed and naturally formed.

Regardless of whether it is man-made or naturally formed, it can be divided into owned and unowned.

The secret spaces with owners are like the "Corpse Garden" that Ronan entered and the "Wet Jungle" that he just came out of. These secret spaces are basically discovered by later people, and after they have completed the exploration, they take them over for themselves.

Some secret spaces, after being discovered, have not been fully explored. At this time, they are considered "public" secret spaces and anyone with the ability can enter.

In the area where the Silver Ring is located, the most famous public secret is the ruins of the Mirror Court, an ancient wizard force.

Ronan has been in the Circle of Magic for so long that he has heard many rumors about the Court of Mirrors. The ruins of the ancient wizarding force, the Court of Mirrors, have been discovered many years ago.

This area includes the Silver Ring, and many powerful wizarding forces are exploring it, but it has not been fully explored until now.

It is said that there is still a core area that has not been opened. Those rune arrays left over from ancient times have experienced the erosion of a long time, but are still mysterious, complex and unbreakable, blocking the progress of wizards from all forces.

The top leaders of various wizarding forces are all looking for the key and means to open the door to the core area of ​​the Mirror Garden. The Key of Nefarian obtained by Hoddam Academy was a secret treasure specially used to open the secret realm magic array. It was also passed down from ancient times, but the wizard who invented the Key of Nefarian is no longer traceable.

As a large gathering place for ancient wizards, there are naturally far more than one secret spaces within the Mirror Garden.

In addition to the largest center of power, countless small, medium, and even micro secret spaces have appeared in the surrounding areas.

What the Ponytail Witch and others discovered was the ruins of a small secret space belonging to the Mirror Garden.

“.At that time, this magic tool fell on the ground not far from the entrance to the secret realm, and we got it easily.

But before they had time to explore further, they were forced to retreat due to the crisis that broke out."

The ponytailed witch led the way and described the situation to Ronan.

"What is the function of this mirror tool? Can it trigger the fire wave you released before?"

Ronan frowned and said, "But the core rune in the tool doesn't seem to be a fire spell rune."

"That was a spell that was sealed in later."

The ponytailed female wizard quickly explained, "The effect of this tool is to seal the spell, and then when necessary, you can take it out and release it again with just mental power. The fire spell you saw was left by a genius wizard of the second level in our first ring who had comprehended the extraordinary realm of fire. So it looks incredibly powerful."

The ponytailed female wizard said with regret: "In fact, when this magic tool was first discovered, it originally contained several spells, all of which were space-related, each more bizarre and powerful than the other... Unfortunately, they were all used when we were chased by the crisis and evacuated."

"Space Spells"

Ronan murmured with his eyes moving, and then asked the ponytailed witch:
"What kind of crisis is so terrible?"

"A monster."

The ponytailed female wizard said with a serious expression: "It's hard to describe. It looks like some kind of energy creature synthesized from mirror and space spells. It's very strong. At least it's not something a first-level wizard can deal with."

Ronan nodded and said nothing more.

The two flew in silence for a while, and the ponytailed witch suddenly couldn't help but take the initiative to talk to him.

"My name is Fuling. I never knew your name."

"Ronan. Ronan Damien."

Ronan replied simply.

The wind whistled from both sides. It was obvious that the ponytailed witch should have been leading the way, but Ronan found himself flying in front without realizing it.

There was a pair of eyes staring at my cheek, secretly.

Ronan turned his head and saw the ponytailed witch staring at him in a daze.

"what happened?"

Ronan reached out and touched his cheek, "Is there something on my face?"

The ponytailed witch shook her head, and then, as if she had mustered up the courage, she said shyly: "I think you are like a silent gem now, and before... you were a shining star." Ronan's eyes flashed, he pursed his lips slightly, and turned his head back.

“That’s a good metaphor.”

When the ponytailed witch saw Ronan's reaction, a look of loss appeared on her face. She flew to Ronan silently and stopped talking.

The two flew for a while and finally landed on a flat and open grassland.

There is a small lake on the grass, the water is as calm and bright as a mirror.

As soon as the ponytailed witch landed, she looked as if she was thinking and searching. She led Ronan around the lake in a small circle and finally stopped beside a patch of water grass covered with reed flowers.

"right here."

The ponytailed witch pointed at the water in front of her and said, "This entrance is very strange. It moves from time to time, but it never leaves the scope of the lake. It takes some effort to find it every time."

Ronan narrowed his eyes, extended his mental power, and carefully observed and detected the water surface in front of him.

The water surface was very calm, in the shadow of the reeds that blocked the direct sunlight. A few long-legged spiders were floating on the water, and occasionally reed flowers fell.

After the mental power penetrated into the water, a faint fluctuation of spatial energy particles was immediately transmitted, and then the mental power disappeared, as if it was swallowed up by something.

The Ponytail Witch was right, there was indeed an entrance to a secret space here.

There was only a river separating them, but the entrance was concealed almost without any trace. This method was simply incredible and was much more sophisticated than the entrances to the secret spaces Ronan had seen before.

"The Court of Mirrors is indeed a master of mirror and space magic."

This is the "magic" part of the spell.

"How did you find this entrance in the first place?"

Ronan casually asked the ponytailed female wizard, and the answer he got was that a wizard in their team had a stomachache and ran to the lake to relieve himself, and then accidentally discovered this entrance.
"Except for me and Babers, probably no one else can find this entrance."

The ponytailed witch sighed softly.

Ronan didn't say anything meaningless like "Will your teammates blame you for bringing me here without permission and exposing this secret?" and directly let the ponytailed female wizard lead the way.

Although he believed that the other party was unlikely to harm him, he still had to be on guard.

The ponytailed female wizard didn't waste any time. She wrapped her body with a mental force field, stepped toward the water and jumped directly into the lake.

There was no sound of falling into the water, not even a splash of water. She disappeared silently in front of Ronan.

Ronan waited quietly there for a while, and didn't notice anything unusual, so he followed.

"Wow—"

The light and shadows change, like waking up from a dream.

When the scene in front of Ronan became stable again, he had appeared in another place.

This is a sunny little garden. The whole garden is surrounded by warm golden light, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, plants and soil.

At your feet is a lush green lawn planted with purple lavender and pink geraniums. There is a small fountain pond in the middle of the garden and an apple tree in the corner, which is full of green, unripe fruits.

It was an extremely beautiful and peaceful scene, but Ronan could not feel any real flavor.

Although the golden sunlight was shining on my face, I could not feel any warmth, nor could I hear the chirping of insects or birds.

The whole garden was eerily quiet.

“That’s where we found the mirror.”

The voice of the ponytailed witch came to his ears. She came in before Ronan and stood a few steps away from Ronan.

At this moment, she seemed a little nervous. When she pointed out a direction to Ronan, she looked around vigilantly like a rabbit, and dared not move her feet.

Ronan looked in the direction the ponytailed witch pointed and was stunned.

Only then did he notice that there was a small rattan chair in the corner of the small garden. Next to the rattan chair was a small white table with exquisite tea sets on the table. There seemed to be steam coming out of the cups.

In addition, there are a few things whose specific shapes cannot be seen clearly placed quietly on the table.

The exact location of the ponytail witch's finger was on the lawn about a few meters away from the rattan chair. If you look closely, there does seem to be an outline trace pressed by an elliptical object.

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he walked calmly towards the rattan table and chairs.

"careful!"

The ponytailed witch's very nervous voice sounded in his ears. Ronan turned around and saw that the other party looked like she was facing a formidable enemy.

It was obvious that she was really worried about Ronan, but even so, she didn't dare to move forward even a step.

Ronan gave the other party a reassuring look, and metal and silver mist flowed in his hands that hung naturally under his robe, forming the shape of two silver daggers.

"Before you find the mirror tool, there is a high probability that there will be no danger."

Ronan thought so in his mind, but he did not relax. He walked towards his goal step by step, extremely steadily.

Golden sunlight seemed to come from all directions, casting changing light and shadows around him.

As he went deeper, Ronan felt more and more the weirdness of this mysterious little garden.

He did not feel any subtle changes in the ambient light, temperature, humidity, or smell. Everything around him was as beautiful as before, but it always gave people a "lifeless" and unreal feeling.

It’s like the image reflected in a mirror, which looks very real, but in fact does not have any life at all.

Ronan walked to the position where the mirror tool was about to be discovered, and suddenly, "click——"

He seemed to have hit something solid yet fragile, and a sound like a mirror shattering rang in his ears.

Then the air in front of him became transparent at a strange angle, as if a mirror was folded.

Before Ronan could react, his eyes blurred. When he came to his senses, he found himself surrounded by lavender and geranium.

The target white table and rattan chairs suddenly became extremely far away.

"Means of space transmission?"

Ronan frowned and was about to try to take two more steps forward when suddenly, the nervous and worried scream of the ponytailed female wizard came from the distance.

"Ronan! Watch your back!"

Ronan turned his head suddenly and his pupils suddenly contracted.

His lake-blue eyes reflected a scene of lush and beautiful flowers. At this moment, there seemed to be a transparent humanoid creature struggling to move out of the flowers bit by bit, leaving a moving track in the air that was twisted and undulating like a mirror.
Rushing straight towards him!

(End of this chapter)