Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 110 [Mirror Light], Stage, Rival and Travis (asking for guaranteed monthly ticket)
Benig was stirring the stew in the small pot. Ronan took a sip from the silver bottle. The fiery wine went down his throat and turned into a scalding line that slid into his stomach.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have choked and started coughing violently, but Ronan did not react at all. He drank it slowly, one mouthful after another, just like drinking water, while his eyes were focused on the lines on his palms.

It was as if there was something in the palm lines that interested and fascinated him, deeply attracting his attention.

"When did you develop this habit?"

Benigo closed the pot and added, "It will taste its best in a little while."

"Don't you think our palm prints are interesting?"

Ronan looked away, and said strangely, "Each pattern has its own position, just like the patterns of runes."

Benigo's eyes flickered, and he said slowly, "It is true that the origin of runes comes from palm prints. Damien, six bottles of 'Murphytira's Kiss' have really changed you a lot."

"Pain will beat you into what you want to be."

Ronan took a sip of his wine. "Every time."

The whole plant of brain-eating flower that Ronan brought back from the "Wet Jungle" was enough to make eleven bottles of "Murphy's Kiss". In the end, six bottles were successfully made and all were taken by Ronan.

Benigo once said that if there was a record of the number of consecutive doses of "Murphytira's Kisses", Ronan would be the record holder.

The fact that he could survive after taking six bottles of "Murphytira's Kiss" in a row was simply a miracle in potion science!
Is it a miracle?

"If I hadn't started practicing [Ascetic Body Building] since my apprenticeship, if I hadn't experienced the rebirth of the cocoon, if I hadn't gritted my teeth and endured the pain of the spell cleansing for several months,

The absence of these greatly increased Ronan's threshold for endurance of pain.

Plus, I really don't want to give in to something, and there's an inexplicable persistence in my heart.
Ronan felt that he probably couldn't last until the sixth bottle of Murphy's Kiss.

He now
It’s like experiencing a “rebirth” all over again!
Unlike the last physical rebirth, this rebirth is spiritual.

After being "kissed" six times by the poisonous lips of Mephitira, the goddess of wisdom, he became a completely different person.

The efficiency of absorbing knowledge, the ability to understand things, and the speed of thinking about problems
The benefits of substantial brain development are reflected in all aspects, and Ronan is still exploring and exploring.

However, he has already gained some tangible benefits from his brain enhancement.

The huge data increase on the character panel is only a small part of it.

"Have you entered a domain of resonance?"

Benigo suddenly asked.

A gleam of light flashed in Ronan's blue eyes.

He was silent for a while.

Finally, he shook his head, "No."

Benig seemed to have expected this answer, but disappointment was still evident on his face.

"Hey"

"It is extremely difficult to comprehend a domain resonance even for a second-level wizard's soul power. It would be abnormal for a first-level wizard to master it."

"I thought six bottles of Murphy's Kiss would change something... Now I think it was just my wishful thinking."

Benigo sighed softly and said softly: "If you can comprehend a domain of resonance, maybe there is hope. Forget it."

Benig picked up the bottle and gestured to Ronan.

The two clinked their glasses and each took a sip of wine.

Benigo opened the lid of the pot, and hot steam mixed with aroma wafted out. Brown pieces of meat were cooking in the snow-white thick soup.

Benigo grabbed a handful of brightly colored spices from somewhere and sprinkled them into the pot. No matter from which angle you judge it, this is a pot of delicious food that will make you salivate.

"Tomorrow is the day when the competition selection officially begins."

Benigo used the nightmare tungsten steel to transform into a long-handled knife and fork, picked up a piece of meat, thought for a while, and said to Ronan: "Do you want to hear my story?"

"can."

Ronan also grabbed a piece of meat from the pot and slowly tore it in his hand.

“I just feel like something is missing.”

Benigo glanced at the place where the ice coffin was placed in the distance, then stared at the burning fire in front of him, and slowly fell into memories.

“I’ve never been a genius.”

“I don’t even have the qualifications of an ordinary person.”

As Benigold told the story, a story that was neither new nor cliché slowly unfolded to Ronan:

The son of a baron's stableman was enrolled in the baron's knight apprentice training class because of his relatively good physical condition.

Relying on hard work and talent, he gradually grew into a qualified knight.

At that time, Benigo was probably the same age as Ronan is now. He was brave and good at fighting, and made great military achievements for the baron he was loyal to. As a result, he was granted marriage by the baron and married the baron's daughter.

That’s the blonde woman lying in the ice coffin, her name is Fiona.

The two loved each other very much, as if they were destined to be together, but Fiona had been sickly since childhood, and this became more serious as she grew up.

Benigel has been searching for a way to cure Fiona, and during this time he meets a wandering wizard apprentice, thus embarking on the journey from a knight to a wizard.

Benigo's wizarding talent is very poor, so poor that he is just at the "bottom line" and is just one step away from becoming a wizard.
"Are you kidding me?"

Ronan interrupted Benigo's recollection and questioned: "With such poor qualifications, how could you be promoted to the Mist? Not to mention that you were infinitely close to the fifth ring."

Ronan had crossed that threshold, and he knew the cruelty of it very well.

If Benigo's qualifications are really as he described, they should be worse than Ronan's. The soul impurities ignited by the God-Burning Potion are enough to burn him into ashes.

In that case, the person sitting in front of Ronan now should be Fiona holding Benigo's urn.

"Believe it or not."

Facing Ronan's questioning, Benigo acted calmly, "That's indeed the case. To be honest, I myself was puzzled as to why I was found to have such poor soul aptitude at the beginning, but I didn't find it too difficult to cross the threshold of becoming a formal wizard."

Ronan frowned and continued to listen, because Benigold had no reason to lie to him.

"I'm trying really hard every day to keep Fiona alive."

“I’m getting stronger.”

Benigault said quietly, “But Fiona keeps dying, too.”

It is about how Benigel went from a small wizard with a terrible beginning to a genius famous in the seventh circle.

This process was explained by Benigo in the most plain and simple words.

He mostly shares the little things between himself and his wife Fiona.

Ronan suddenly understood why Benig had come this far and why he had offended so many people.

Born into a knight family, Benigo is a man with a strong sense of conviction.

He is also the person with the strongest sense of belief among all the people Ronan has ever met.

Some of his obsessions have turned into a blazing torch, which helps him burn away the thorns in the road ahead and also burns those who try to get close to him or try to stop him.

This kind of person is destined to make countless enemies.

The reason why Ronan can sit here now is because Benigo's fire is about to go out.

Benigo's story was very long, and by the time he finished telling it, the campfire in front of the two men had completely lost its heat.

They walked out of the miniature secret space together, and saw that the sky light had broken through the limit and the morning light was shining under the falling waterfall. In the distance, an unprecedented light was gradually blooming, preparing to welcome the arrival of a silver magic ring for a grand event.

"You want to come with me?"

Ronan felt the humid air, which only feels "new" at sunrise, and asked Benigo beside him. Benigo shook his head.

When he activated the flying ring and prepared to fly into the air to leave, Benigo's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Damien!"

Ronan turned around and saw Benigol looking at him deeply.

"Answer me again, have you really not comprehended a domain of resonance?"

Ronan thought for a moment and replied, "I guess I haven't really mastered it."

Benigo was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What is the third soul seal you condensed?"

Ronan smiled and turned to face the rising sun. The morning light shone on his smooth and delicate cheeks, and reflected a mirror-like glow on some imperceptible rune patterns on his neck.

“[Mirror Light].”

Ronan said softly:

"I found it myself. It's the most suitable seal for me."

After saying this, his figure quickly disappeared into the distance, leaving Benigo standing alone by the waterfall, until his back could no longer be seen.

Ronan strolled along the streets of the outer city of the Seventh Ring.

All the people around him rushed towards the inner city, even though there was still a rune array blocking the way.

The thick light of the magic circle distorted the air, and everything inside the magic circle seemed blurry.

But there were still a number of small magic airships and even cheaper rune hot air balloons that quickly took off and stopped at a permitted height. The people standing on them clearly couldn't see anything, but they still stretched their necks desperately to look inside.

"Lord Ronan! This way!"

Suddenly a surprised voice called Ronan's name.

Ronan looked in the direction of the voice and saw Alida and Jacob from the Blueberry Inn squeezed in a crowded hot air balloon, waving at him.

"Didn't you say you weren't coming? Luckily I saved a seat for you in advance!"

"Damn it! Stop squeezing in! A real wizard with a distinguished status will be coming up soon!"

Alida was like a grumpy little lamb, baring her teeth and punching and kicking those who tried to squeeze the space left for Ronan.

But before she could fight for a spot, Jacob pulled her and asked her to look in one direction.

Alida stared at Ronan in a daze as he smiled at her, then dived into the rune circle that only magic circle wizards could enter. She was so shocked that she covered her mouth.

"Lord Luo Luonan, he is an official member of the Ring of Law. Today, he is also going to participate in the competition?!"

Before entering the rune circle, Ronan saw the red-haired wizard Creed, with whom he had dealt for some time before, standing on a small magic airship.

The other party obviously saw him as well, but both sides simply greeted each other with their eyes and walked away.

Ronan followed the crowd towards the bottom of the silver tower. Most of the people around him were wearing standard silver robes with silver magic rings. Ronan's robe had been damaged in a battle a long time ago, and because his authority was "frozen", he had never had it repaired or replaced.

However, there were many wizards like him who did not wear standard robes, so he was not very conspicuous. It was just that others did not wear standard robes because they often had better robes as alternatives, but Ronan did not have any of them.

Walking all the way to the bottom of the silver tower, the large number of metal buildings that originally existed here were cleared out, leaving a huge silver square.

The space on the square was divided into transparent circular covers of different sizes by the light of a large number of rune arrays, which should be the so-called fighting "arena".

There are huge white light screens formed by projection magic around the square, and each light screen corresponds to a clear scene inside the "arena".

In the middle of the square, right above all the "rings", countless names made of runes are floating.

The man at the top was named Clemens, with five rings written behind his name.

Going down from "Clemens", Ronan found the name "Lanni" in the sixth position, corresponding to the identity of the fourth ring.

Then find "Travis" at the seventeenth position, three rings.

It was not until he was almost at the bottom that Ronan found his name: Zero Ring, ordinary member.

Because he had only completed the trial mission once, his ranking was almost last.

Ronan counted and found that there were a total of 1,223 names in the sky, of which 97 were above the second ring, and 28 were above the third ring.

Standing in the crowd, Ronan felt himself being enveloped by a complex and vast invisible energy field.

It was the combined product of the mental force fields and emotional fluctuations naturally emitted by all the magic circle wizards in the field.

Nervousness, anticipation, excitement, and thrill.
Being in such an energy field, even Ronan felt the blood in his body begin to heat up slightly.

Beniger was right.

This is a huge stage. Every magic circle wizard has the opportunity to show himself on stage, and the spotlight may fall on anyone.

Ronan watched all this silently. His heartbeat and blood flow were gradually speeding up, but his spirit was absolutely calm, and even seemed to be sinking.

He was in an indescribable state.

But this delicate state was soon broken by a powerful mental force that had never been felt before.

Ronan squinted his eyes and thought he saw the sun suddenly falling.

When my vision returned, I could see clearly that the so-called "sun" was an old man with a white beard, a wizard hat, and an exquisite silver robe.

Third level wizard.

Is he the master of the seventh magic ring?
Ronan blinked.

The appearance of the white-bearded old wizard quickly quieted the noisy crowd. He swept his mental power across the entire place, and then gently waved the silver-white metal staff in his hand.

A huge silver bat with a metallic luster flew out from under his robe. Then, human words came out of the silver bat's mouth and it began to call out names one after another.

Every time a name was called, one of the wizards at the edge of the square would quickly step out and fly to a "ring" in the air under the guidance of the silver bat.

The competition and selection has already begun.

Most of the names called out by the Silver Bat were concentrated in an area at the bottom of the rankings, and the first names called out were those of the competing party.

Just when all the fighting "arenas" are about to be filled, only the most central and conspicuous "arena" is left.

Ronan suddenly felt that the silver bat in the sky who was responsible for registration looked at him inexplicably and then read out his name.

"Ronan Damien."

"Shh-"

Ronan's image suddenly appeared on a projection magic screen in the sky. Ronan was stunned, but soon calmed down and flew towards the last, center, and also the largest and most conspicuous fighting "ring".

However, before he could get close to the "ring", the silver bat started from him and announced the names of the wizards' opponents on the field.

The first name he said was the name of Ronan's opponent.
"Travis!"

The moment he heard the name, Ronan's suspended body suddenly stopped.

He turned his head subconsciously.

He didn't know where Travis was in the crowd at this moment.

But on the projection magic screens around the square, the same picture popped up at the same time -

A young man with pale skin, black hair, black diamond earrings, and a profound temperament was slowly getting up from a huge black metal chair.

He looked at Ronan calmly and indifferently. His figure and the black metal chair behind him seemed to merge into one, transforming into a dense shadow that continued to rise and spread.

Under the projection of all magic light curtains.

In a trance.

It was as if countless shadows were rising, expanding, and spreading in all directions at the same time.
The black wave in the middle formed a huge and opaque wave, slowly gathering towards the thin and tiny Ronan in the middle, crushing and sweeping over him.
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