Wizard Bloodline.
Chapter 121 Potential for promotion to the 7th ring, the real tower
Chapter 121: Potential for promotion to the seventh ring, the real tower
Ronan looked up at the tower.
From his angle, he could not see the top of the silver-white tower, but only the square-shaped tower extending upward almost infinitely. The densely packed runes engraved on it were glowing slightly. Because of the sunlight, the upper part of the tower was particularly bright, like a huge, glowing sword, silently piercing into the bright sky.
"The Seventh Ring Master."
Ronan slowly withdrew his gaze from the sky, and recalled Benig's brief description of the Ring Master - half of his body stepped out of the mist, and his hand reached out to touch the dawn.
dawn.
According to the ancient tradition of the wizarding world, levels one to three are called fog, and levels four to six are called dawn.
It means breaking through the fog and welcoming the dawn.
According to Benigo, the seventh ring master should be at the peak of the third-level wizard, but has not completely entered the fourth level.
However, Benigo has been away from a certain level for a long time, the news is delayed, and some statements may not be accurate.
But whether it is the level 3 Mist Peak or the level 4 Dawn, for Ronan now, they are both unattainable and something he needs to look up to.
Standing at the bottom of the tower, he naturally had some guesses and fantasies about the seventh ring master who was at the top of the tower at that time - was the other person a man or a woman? Was he tall or short, fat or thin? Was he cold or gentle?
It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous at all. Although Ronan was most likely preparing to receive the "honor", he still felt like he was being notified to go to the dean's office in school in his previous life.
Taking a deep breath, Ronan was about to take the first step.
"and many more!"
A clear voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
Ronan turned his head and saw a tall and thin young man in a gray robe walking towards him quickly.
"You don't want any of these, do you?"
The young man quickly walked up to Ronan and pointed at his feet, where the hair he had just cut was scattered.
Ronan then remembered that he was so focused on meeting the Seventh Ring Master that he forgot to cast a fireball at his feet.
"I'll clean it up right away."
"Oh no, I mean you don't have to give it to me."
The young man smiled at Ronan, then with his eyes shining, he squatted down and quickly picked up the strands of hair on the ground, not wanting to leave a single one behind.
"You probably don't know how many people in the tower are interested in your bloodline. These hairs are probably more precious and sought-after than third-level magic potions."
When the young man squatted down, Ronan saw that there were a few clusters of bright yellow mixed in his red hair, as if it had been specially dyed with special pigments.
"Do you mind? I should be able to exchange them for a lot of good things, and of course you will definitely get some."
The young man picked up Ronan's hair and asked him earnestly. He was not good-looking, with a big nose, but his black eyes were clear and bright, giving people a feeling of being quick-witted and full of energy.
Ronan thought about it for a moment and quickly accepted the other party's proposal.
Only he himself knew the real reason for his white-haired giant monster form, and it was not because of any ancient bloodline.
Of course, it does not rule out the possibility that there really is some ancient blood power in his body.
If these people could figure it out, it would be a good thing for him as it would help him to use the power of the Holy Blood Tree in the future.
"Thank you. My name is Bobby."
The big-nosed young man exhaled, gathered Ronan's hair, pointed to the entrance of the silver tower, and looked at him.
"Are you ready to go in? Together?"
The interior of the silver tower is a huge and independent space, but unlike any secret space Ronan has entered, it is vertical.
A gray-white staircase extends from the entrance and spirals upward.
Countless books were floating densely around the stairs, like loosely and randomly stacked cylindrical walls. A bright white light hung down from the top, illuminating the entire upward path.
Soft light penetrates the floating open pages of books, with a faint halo spreading around the edges. Looking up, the whole scene seems mysterious, dreamy and fascinating.
Knowledge and light are intertwined, leading everyone who enters to desire to explore the unknown.
Ronan stood on the bottom step, watching all this quietly, lost in thought.
He originally thought that the interior of the tower was made of metal, and was solemn, cold, and perhaps a little depressing. But the scene he saw now was completely different from what he had expected.
"Let's go, Damien."
The young man, Bolby, stood on a few steps higher than Ronan and greeted him like a friend, his voice full of brightness and enthusiasm, "There are still many places you need to visit..."
Ronan's heart couldn't help but be moved along, and he couldn't wait to take a step forward.
"Om-"
As he took a step forward, a slight energy fluctuation came from the soles of his feet.
Ronan was surprised to find that light blue transparent ripples were appearing under his feet one after another.
The spiritual power in his mind became lively and more cheerful than ever before. If he meditated in this state,
"and many more."
Ronan suddenly realized that this might be the so-called rune array that assists meditation.
He could hardly feel any difference outside the tower, but now that he had entered the tower, he began to notice the effect.
If you can stay in such an environment and meditate and practice over the years, your mental strength will indeed grow far beyond that of others.
"Is this the legendary tower?"
Ronan whispered softly.
"It's not a legend, but it is indeed a tower of wisdom..."
Bobby waved at him and walked up with a smile.
Ronan walked up the stairs one step at a time, and circles of light blue ripples appeared under his feet. The books suspended in the air around the stairs gathered towards him like naughty birds, dancing gently with the tiny dust in the drooping light.
Ronan stretched out his hand and gently touched the pages of the books, looking at the words on the title pages: "The Power of Elements", "Witchcraft in Dreams", "The Secret Guide of Wubulhasmu Aldini", and "The Art of Runes". He felt an indescribable peace and joy in his heart.
Suddenly, Ronan saw a pair of green eyes full of curiosity and desire to explore, staring at him intently between the gaps between several books.
He was stunned for a moment, and gently pushed away the book that was blocking his vision. As a result, he saw a female wizard with long flaxen hair running away quickly with a smile not far from the stairs.
"Was she looking at me just now?"
Ronan stared at the witch's back as she left, thinking silently in his heart.
He quickly took two steps up and discovered that around the stairs, behind the densely packed books, were layers of circular platforms.
The outermost circle of these platforms is an open corridor, and the inner side is divided into many parts. There are some wizards walking on the platform.
More than one wizard in a magic circle robe was staring at Ronan, with something strange and joyful in their eyes.
"Forgive these old guys," Bolby said softly to Ronan, "It's been a long time since there have been completely new people in the tower.
And you are the new sixth ring
I remember when Clemens first came in, he was also watched like a monkey for a long time."
Ronan listened to the young man Bolby's story and noticed that the mental fluctuations emanating from the wizards in front of him were very strong, at least level two, or even above level two.
But without exception, everyone has more or less some traces of their journey through the long river of time.
He remembered the law of "soul age of one hundred years" that Benigo had told him, and thought that those former magic circle geniuses, after their soul age exceeded one hundred, would retreat to the high tower and engage in a life of meditation and research.
"If you don't like it, try this"
Bolby handed Ronan a ring that was carved with the shape of a feather, with faint mysterious rune fluctuations emanating from it.
“It can temporarily block the halo that comes with you and return to the state you want to get along with others naturally.
When you were a kid, did you ever stay alone in an abandoned and dusty attic? The sun shines through the skylight, the dust dances in the light, the air is hot and stuffy, and there is a choking smell, but it is extremely quiet, and no one disturbs you. It is completely your own world."
Ronan gently turned the feather ring given to him by Bolby, and a strange energy wave emanated from the ring, gently enveloping him.
In an instant, the gazes that were fixed on him retreated like the tide, and only a few mental powers remained. Looking in the direction from which the mental powers came, he could see several old figures half-hidden in the shadows. They were very powerful and belonged to the third level.
It seems that the magical effect of this ring has certain limitations, but it does make Ronan feel a lot more relaxed.
"Thank you."
Ronan handed the ring back to Bobby, but he pushed it back.
"Keep it. You'll need it for many things after you get out. It's just a small item enchanted with a simple second-level illusion spell. I also gave one to Clemens when he came in last time."
"Illusion spell..."
Ronan gently stroked the texture on the feather ring, his eyes flashing slightly.
Bolby's words revealed that his and Ronan's meeting at the gate of the tower was not just a coincidence. He seemed to be serving as a "newcomer guide" or something like that in the tower.
Ronan couldn't sense his specific mental strength.
"Those third-level old guys want to study your bloodline the most."
Bolby approached Ronan and whispered, "Don't trade with them privately. They will lower your value... Give it to me, and I will help you sell it... Bah, trade it for a good price."
After saying that, Bobby took two steps up, looked around, and his lips moved rapidly, as if he was talking to someone.
After a moment, the mental power of the third-level wizard that remained in Ronan's body also receded, and Ronan returned to his original state of "no one cares about him".
Bolbi also had a problem of being a chatterbox, similar to Biondini. He walked in front of Ronan, leading the way and talking non-stop.
"It has been a long time since the Seventh Ring produced a Sixth Ring level genius."
"You count the first one in recent decades, and then there's Clemens."
"There is something different between you and Clemens. Everyone believes that you have the potential to be promoted to the seventh ring."
"Seventh Ring. There has never been a wizard genius of the Seventh Ring Saint level."
Ronan walked up the spiral staircase of books, and before he knew it, he was approaching the beam of light above his head.
"pat-"
He walked gently up the last step and saw a huge pyramid-shaped space.
There were transparent crystal windows on all four sides, some of which were open, and the wind from the top of the high tower blew in from outside.
"This way."
Bobby called him softly and walked quickly towards a huge semi-open room.
Ronan followed and saw countless books neatly stacked on three sides of the room, with some reflection crystals scattered on the wooden floor.
A man sat with his back to a long table that was a combination of a spell experiment table and a desk. Beside him was a beautiful teapot with a brass spout, two silver teacups, and a silver staff inlaid with a bright yellow gem, which continuously emitted powerful rune fluctuations that made Ronan tremble with fear.
The figure with his back to him had long, jet-black hair that was slightly wavy and fell to the floor. A headband inlaid with tiny gemstones was loosely tied to his hair.
She was wearing a robe as smooth as silk, embroidered with intricate and exquisite golden patterns. The cuffs of the robe were dotted with tiny gems and a circle of beautiful white lace.
This is a woman.
The Lord of the Seventh Ring is a female wizard.
Even though her back was facing Ronan, he could still feel the graceful and noble temperament emanating naturally from her.
Ronan's eyes flashed, and he stopped a few steps away from entering the room. From time to time, wizard books flew over the witch's head like flying birds, falling and rising quickly... She seemed to be busy with something, and it would be very rude to disturb her at this time.
The young man who led the way, Bolby, winked at Ronan, suddenly took a few quick steps forward, and then jumped up.
Then it turned into a colorful conch parrot with bright feathers and landed lightly on a silver bird stand in the corner of the room. It made a strange and playful sound, repeating over and over again: "Here he comes! Here he comes! Ronan Damien, the future hope of the Seventh Ring...he's here!"
"."
Bolbi's series of magical operations left Ronan shocked and speechless.
Only then did he understand why he could not detect Bolby's mental power. It turned out that Bolby was not a human being at all, but a parrot.
And he could actually talk and converse with me so fluently before. Was it the effect of the illusion spell?
Ronan didn't know, but after what Bobby did, his originally slightly nervous mood relaxed a lot.
"Okay Bobby, I got it."
The witch in front of the long table made a pleasant sound with a hint of helplessness. She bent her fingers and threw a shiny magic stone towards the conch parrot on the silver stand, which was swallowed up by the latter with great agility.
"Thank you for leading the way, Bobby."
The parrot flapped its wings happily, "Praise the eternal youth of Kirsty!"
The woman shook her head helplessly, then slowly turned towards Ronan.
Ronan narrowed his eyes, as if a strong yet extremely soft light was blooming in front of him.
He had never felt such a majestic and vast spiritual power. It was like endless starlight, gently enveloping him.
He finally saw the woman's appearance clearly.
Skin as white and bright as snow under moonlight, delicate and beautiful facial features, and a calm and reassuring temperament
This time it was similar to what he imagined, what a powerful and noble female wizard should look like.
The latter's blue-purple eyes fell on Ronan, and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
The first thing she said to Ronan was, "I'm really worried that your situation will be the same as Benigol's."
"Well?.."
(End of this chapter)
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