Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 109 Murphytira's Kiss, March, [Ice Veins]! (Seeking guaranteed monthly ticket)

In the following days, Ronan's daily homework was to meditate, watch the torrent scene in the Orb of All Things, practice spells, practice self-abuse of [Austerity Body Training], and figure out the two runes in his hand that were related to the inheritance of space and mirror spells.

The seven-ring competition selection is about to begin, and many magic ring wizards have become "diligent and hardworking".

The entire Dharma Circle was in a tense "exam preparation" atmosphere, just like the school scene in the previous life when the final exams were approaching.

This tense atmosphere had little impact on Ronan, because his daily routine had always been hard training.

Ronan was also surprised by chance.

In his previous life, he was a "bad student" all his life, but he didn't expect that in this life, after embarking on the path of a wizard, he would become the "top student" whom he once hated, envied and respected the most.

"Is this the potion you were talking about?"

In Beniggo's miniature secret space, Ronan looked at the small medicine bottle in his hand, which was about the size of a fingernail, and asked Beniggo in front of him.

"What is your name?"

"Mephitira's Kiss."

Benigo said: “Mephitira is the legendary goddess of wisdom.

Legend has it that her lips are covered with fine thorns, which are quenched with a deadly poison that can bring endless pain to people. But if you can endure the pain, you will gain the wisdom to understand the sun, moon and stars..."

“It’s a very fitting name.”

Ronan looked at the purple-black liquid in the crystal bottle and spoke softly.

"I have only equipped one bottle for the time being. If one bottle reaches your limit, then the remaining materials can be saved."

Benigel said, turning and walking towards his messy potion laboratory table, saying as he walked: "I also helped you prepare another potion.

During the medication process, if you feel that you can no longer hold on, take this potion, which will instantly relieve your pain. Of course, the effect of the 'Merfitella Kiss' will also be completely interrupted."

As Benigo was speaking, he heard Ronan speak calmly.

"Need not."

Ronan looked at Benigold calmly.

"I am... best at enduring pain."

After saying that, he picked up the potion in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.

It is indeed painful.

Even though Ronan was mentally prepared enough.

This kind of pain is like someone tearing your skull apart, pouring a spoonful of boiling hot oil on the white brain, then sprinkling cumin and chili powder, and then freezing it with an ice gun.
At first the pain was limited to the head, and then began to spread along the cheeks, neck, and chest to the whole body.

The stinging pain of needles all over my body turned into a tingling sensation like an electric shock, and then suddenly became cold, and suddenly became hot.
Benig stood quietly beside Ronan who had taken the medicine.

He watched as the young man in front of him went from standing to falling to the ground in an instant, holding his head with both hands, his body hunched up like a shrimp.

The boy's body was shaking violently, and his expression quickly turned ferocious.

Blue veins popped out from his forehead and face, completely destroying his original heroic spirit and handsomeness.

The boy's lips had been bitten by his teeth, his whole body was sweating, his eyes were wide open, but there was no focus in the lake blue, and he was obviously in a state of confusion.

His whole body was shaking violently, but even in such pain, he didn't make a sound.

Benig watched quietly, a hint of reminiscence on his face.

He was also someone who had taken "Mephitira's Kiss" and he knew very well how unbearable the pain brought by this potion was.

When he was suffering, he had desperately hoped countless times that someone would kill him immediately and give him relief.

He didn't know how he got through it.

If I didn't have a certain persistence that even death couldn't shake, I might have really died of pain.

Just as he was thinking, Benigo frowned and saw that the boy under him had a layer of fine blood beads oozing out of the surface of his eyeballs.

It was obvious that this pain was almost reaching his limit.

Benig looked at the time, pondered for a moment, and felt that the time for the medicine to take effect was almost complete, so he turned and walked towards his potion laboratory table.

A bottle of orange potion as bright as a gem was placed on the messy laboratory table, which was very conspicuous.

It was the "pain-blocking" potion he specially prepared.

However, just as Benig picked up the potion and turned around, he suddenly discovered -

The young man who was lying on the ground, twisted in pain.

I don't know when it had straightened up with its back straight, like a sharp sword stuck deep into the soil.

The boy was looking at Benig, his temples were completely wet with sweat, and his white hair was slightly messy and stuck to his cheeks.

His eyes have regained clarity. Beneath the azure blue, there is a floating blood color, and an unprecedented clarity as if washed by blood.

The young man exhaled and said slowly to Benigo: "It was such a passionate and fierce kiss, almost unbearable.
Benigo, please continue to help me prepare the potion."

"Uh"

Beniger stared at the boy in a daze.

After a moment, his face regained its composure.

He gently placed the orange potion in his hand back on the lab table and nodded.

"it is good."

On the floating island shrouded in the light of the rune array, the bright sunshine seemed to be blocked outside. Although it was a sunny day, the floating island felt dark and depressing.

In the dim light, on the gray grass in front of the huge black house, a young man with pale skin and black diamond earrings on both ears was holding a rune stone and examining it carefully.

This is a rune stone used for recording, and the young man reads the contents on it.

Several wizards stood a few meters away from him, waiting quietly with a bit of respect in their expressions.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man withdrew his spiritual power from the rune stone, and then took out a communication stone and whispered, "Thank you, Lanny. This information is quite useful to me.
When I move into the tower, I will thank you."

A hoarse voice with a hint of indifference came from the other end of the communication stone.

"Don't blame me for not warning you, Travis.

With your current strength, even if you know the strengths and weaknesses of these guys, you still need to fall a little short of defeating any of them and getting a spot in the top ten."

"I know."

The young man had a calm expression, with a strange light flickering in his eyes.

"I know what I'm missing...I know what I'm missing.
I’ll make it up soon.”

After saying this, he slowly put down the communication stone in his hand.

The young man raised his head, looking through the magic circle outside the floating island at the majestic and majestic silver-white tower that was nearby. Under the tower were ten gray glowing meditation towers. There was a constant flow of dark light in his eyes, and the shadows around him continued to expand.

To him, those ten meditation towers were more than just status and position.

It is also his step by step to a higher level.

Now, he is about to take the first step.

He would not allow anyone to disrupt this step.
"Lynch."

The young man suddenly spoke.

Among the wizards standing not far behind him, a young wizard with a somewhat aristocratic temperament strode out.

"grown ups."

"Help me contact Biondini."

The young man said softly: "Tell him that no matter what, I will meet that kid in the first round and the first game.
The nightmare tungsten on him is very important to me, very important."

"Yes." Lin Qi responded respectfully, and seemed to have remembered someone or something because of this, and his eyes became somewhat gloomy and cruel.

Three months passed like silver sand in an inverted hourglass, passing by grain by grain.

Before we know it, the hourglass is about to be empty, and the last grain of silver sand in it is about to fall.

Miniature secret space.

In the lush potion garden, there was a young boy squatting on the ground.

He seemed to be fiddling with something.

Looking closely, it is a small sapling planted in moist soil.

It is probably less than a finger's height, and at the top of the slender stem, there grow two green leaves like open palms. The leaves have bright red veins, and are so crystal clear and delicate that they seem to have been carefully carved out of some gem.

The young boy stretched out a finger and gently touched the leaves of the sapling. The sapling seemed to be responding to him, its delicate body swaying slightly.

At this moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded from outside the potion garden.

"Don't bother with it. The current Holy Blood Tree is probably not as strong as an ordinary first-level magic potion..."

"I know my limits. I was just chatting with it and it understood me."

The boy responded.

The voice was completely different from the one that reminded him before. The boy's voice was cold and clear, as pleasant and clear as the gentle collision of gems.

Having said that, the boy still stood up in front of the sapling.

Only when he stood up completely did people realize that he was actually very tall, and his figure was not as thin and frail as his squatting back looked.

On the contrary, there is a sense of symmetry and majesty. Even though it is covered by the robe, one can still clearly feel the strength and coordinated beauty of the body underneath.

The boy turned around, revealing a delicate and exquisitely carved fair face.

There was almost no flaw on his face, his skin was so smooth that it seemed to be glowing, and the most attractive thing was his eyes.

Clearer and bluer than the cleanest sky.

In the azure blue, there seem to be countless flickering and flowing light spots, deep and mysterious, giving people a sense of incomparable intelligence and wisdom.

The young boy walked through the fields of the potion garden, his head of crystal-clear white hair gently blown by the leaves of different colors.

He walked outside the potion garden and stood in the soft light, as if his whole body had merged with the light.

Regardless of each other.

"When will the Holy Blood Tree grow to the point where it can exert its true effectiveness?"

The young man asked the handsome middle-aged man who was walking in front of him.

The middle-aged man shook his head, “I don’t know, I’m more anxious than you.

But even if the Holy Blood Tree grows, you can’t directly borrow its power.”

"why?"

The boy was puzzled.

The middle-aged man said calmly: "Because our blood is too mixed.

There is no telling how many kinds of ancient bloodlines are mixed in the bodies of the people living on this continent today.

Noble or despicable, strong or weak
The Holy Blood Tree does not know which of these bloodlines you want to select, which one you want to strengthen, or whether there is a bloodline you want to strengthen.
If you are not careful, you may be easily purified into a 'monster'."

"Oh."

The boy nodded to show that he understood.

After he finished talking with the handsome middle-aged man, he began to walk towards a location in the secret space.

There was a rune experiment table and various books scattered on the floor.

Just as the boy was about to walk to the experimental table, a voice suddenly stopped him.

"Damien!"

The young man turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who was standing there staring at him in confusion.

The middle-aged man looked at his current appearance, with a complex expression on his face that was difficult to describe in words.

"Are you really feeling okay?"

The middle-aged man paused and said in a low voice: "I have never seen anyone who can take six bottles of 'Murphytira's Kiss' in a row without dying."

A smile slowly appeared on the boy's face, and the smile was as bright and dazzling as the sun near noon.

"I'm fine. I've never felt better."

The young man smiled and replied, "I finally understand, Benigo, why you were once a magic genius and at the same time so knowledgeable and omnipotent."

【Name: Ronan Damien】

【Age: 17】

[Talent: No attribute affinity, Immaculate body (active)]

[Strength: First-level official wizard (99%)]

[Skill: Basic Meditation - Clear Realm (Master 465/1600)

Energy Missile-Particle Torrent (Master 440/1600)

Charged Weapon - Spell Breaker (Master 258/1600)

Ice Ball - Desperate Freeze (Master 328/1600)

Frost Ray - Ice Veins (Master 122/1600)

Ascetic Body Building (Master 450/1600)

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night.

The orange-red bonfire was burning quietly, with a small pot placed above the flame. Something was cooking in the pot, bubbling with a rich aroma.

Ronan sat by the campfire, looking at his current character panel.

The changes in the data on the panel's strength column and the panel's skill column represent all the gains he has made from three months of hard training.

The pain that was experienced, the torture that was endured, the blood and sweat that was shed.
Now, all of them have turned into vivid and clear numbers, appearing before his eyes.

The most obvious change is the addition of a skill whose proficiency can be promoted to master level - the zero-level intermediate ice spell: [Frost Ray].

The derived extraordinary power of the domain of law is called——[Ice Veins]!
As for the effect
The effect is average, it just enhances the ability of icy cold from another angle.

"Damien."

Benigel came from a distance, holding two silver bottles with thin necks and round bellies.

The lid of the bottle has been opened, and waves of mellow wine aroma continue to emanate from the bottle.

Benigo handed him one of the silver bottles, then sat down by a campfire, the black pipe in his hand melting into the shape of a metal chopstick, slowly stirring in the gurgling pot.

Ronan frowned and couldn't help but say, "Bannigo, you smoke that broken pipe every day, do you want me to eat your saliva now?"

Benigo glanced at him and said calmly: "If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it later."

Ronan pursed his lips and said nothing more.

Three months have passed, and the relationship between the two seems to have become closer.

Still not quite like friends though.

(End of this chapter)