Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 172: Naturally Born Lawbreaker, Heramus's Prodigy Seat

In the black hall, runes and streams of light of various colors dotted the deep blue dome like countless stars, presenting a sense of vastness and infinity.

Under the dome, seven figures were sitting on huge metal chairs engraved with different rune marks. This was a meeting of the seven ring masters of the Silver Magic Ring.

"This time the ancient witch will resurrect and cause chaos. The Black Nightmare Swamp and Molten Crystal Lake will suffer heavy losses. The Thorn Palace may be completely eliminated from the southern part of the country.
Our Silver Ring has not been in the south for long, and our foundation is still shallow. Now it seems that this has become a good thing."

A handsome middle-aged man with a brass pocket watch that kept ticking in his right eye socket spoke with a sigh.

“I heard about the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society when I was in the Central Region. It is said that this organization once single-handedly led to the destruction of a wizard empire in the Central Region. That war affected several wizard empires, with dozens of large wizard organizations participating. Even a sixth-level wizard perished in it.
I read about this battle in an old book and for a while I just thought of it as an ancient anecdote, but I never expected that one day I would actually come into contact with this evil organization."

Among the seven people, the man at the top, who was wearing a gorgeous golden robe and shrouded in a faint crystal glow, spoke softly, "How is the investigation of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society going inside the Circle of Law?"

"The first round of investigation has been completed. All members have signed soul contracts again. Except for those whose identities have been confirmed, those who have defected from the Circle of Law, and those who have disappeared for unknown reasons, there are 156 formal members. No other suspicious people have been found for the time being."

Someone responded with a deep voice and a heroic appearance. It was none other than Karoni, the master of the third magic ring.

The man in the golden robe said calmly: “Issue a mission to all members of the Circle of Law to hunt down the defectors.

The investigation of the other five major forces is also ongoing. The list of defectors should be sent to us soon and will be included in the list of those to be hunted down."

Caroni and others nodded.

At this time, a ring master could not help but speak up: "The Resurrection of the Ancient Witch will revive, and it also involves the lost World Stone. Do we really not need to inform the headquarters about this matter?"

“It only involves several medium-sized wizard forces and several level 4 wizards. Even if we report it to the headquarters, it will not attract much attention.

As for the lost World Stone, it was originally broken. If you want to repair it, even if you use all the resources of a large force, it will take at least a hundred years."

The man in the golden robe paused as he spoke, and then cast his crystal-warm gaze towards a figure in the corner of the seven people, his eyes becoming increasingly gentle.

"Kirsty."

He called the other person's name softly.

The beautiful and charming Kirsty, with her long hair like a waterfall, slowly raised her head, and the dim hall seemed to become brighter in an instant because of her radiance.

"Hasn't your member who knows the coordinates been found yet?"

Kirsty shook her head and said nothing.

"Perhaps he has been instigated by the Resurrection Society, or he may have been captured."

Someone said in a deep voice, "This is a seed full of anxiety. I suggested destroying the coordinates directly. Let's add this person's name to the list of key targets first."

Kirsty looked at the person who spoke and frowned slightly.

The expressions of Caroni and Aqido, who were sitting in the hall, also changed.

The man in the golden robe hesitated for a moment and was about to speak when suddenly, Kosti's voice sounded in the hall.

"no need."

Everyone raised their eyes and looked at Kirsty.

I saw that the expressionless face of Costi was now shining with a few strange lights. She was looking at a communication stone in her hand and said softly: "He has come back by himself."

A huge white albatross broke through the layers of clouds, flapped its wings, and gently landed on the top of the silver-white tower.

Costi walked down from the albatross's back and waved her hand casually. The huge albatross broke apart with a "bang" and turned into countless bright spots of light that dissipated in the air.

Kosti gently waved the staff in her hand, and a faint energy wave was transmitted. The metal dome on the top of the silver-white tower melted like water, revealing a square entrance.

Going down the entrance, Kosti landed in a huge room filled with countless books. Bobby, with colorful feathers, flapped his wings and flew towards her.

Kirsty pushed Bobby aside and walked out of the room step by step.

Soon, she stopped near the exit of the spiral staircase and her eyes fell on a slender figure standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling crystal window not far away.

"Ronan."

Kosti's eyes moved and she called out a name.

The figure with his back to her slowly turned around after hearing this.

Under the wide and gorgeous silver-gray robe, there is a handsome and almost weird face of a young boy.

The young man seemed a little weak, his face was extremely pale, and the usual high spirits and heroism between his brows were gone, replaced by a deep feeling of fatigue that was so strong that it was almost impossible to dispel it.

"Ring Master..."

The boy smiled and nodded to Kirsty.

Kirsty said softly, in a complex tone that was unclear whether it was relief or worry: "You are finally back."

“@#￥%!/./…”

Ronan whispered a complicated spell, and when it ended, he raised his hand and drew a complex and mysterious pattern in the air with his fingertips.

The pattern solidified in the void, quickly turned red as if burned by fire, and then disappeared.

After Ronan finished all this, the last bit of worry in Costi's beautiful blue-purple pupils disappeared, and she seemed to be completely relaxed and exhaled lightly, and then took the initiative to explain to Ronan: "It's not that I don't trust you... After the incident of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society, everyone needs to sign a new contract, including me."

"clear."

Ronan nodded, and then habitually reached out to rub his brows, as if just the simple process of signing the contract had consumed most of his energy.

Kirsty noticed something was wrong with Ronan and reached out to touch his forehead.

Ronan did not resist and let Costi's hand gently press on his forehead. A faint fragrance accompanied by the light of spiritual power bloomed from Costi's fingertips.

After a moment, Kirsty withdrew her hand, her delicate eyebrows tightly furrowed.

“Ronan, you’re in a bad situation.

What on earth have you been through in this month?

Ronan said nothing, just remained silent.

Kirsty looked at him with a complicated look, sighed softly, shook her head and chose to let go of the topic.

"Forget it, you have your own secrets, and I have no right to ask."

"Can you tell me what happened in the past month?"

After a moment of silence, Ronan looked at Kirsty and asked.

Kirsty nodded, and then told Ronan about the aftermath of the battle at the Goblin Plains.

Kirsty spoke quickly and in detail, and it took her quite a while to finish explaining all the points that Ronan might be interested in.

"..During the years that Derby was in the Seventh Circle, I personally taught him more than once, but I didn't know that he had secretly joined the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society."

Costi's story ends with the wizard Derby who "betrayed" the Circle of Magic.

Ronan saw shame and self-blame in Kirsty's eyes. Kirsty was a woman born with a kind of "maternal instinct". Although she was much older than Ronan, her heart was as pure as that of an innocent girl. She even blamed herself partly for Derby's betrayal.

Ronan didn't know how to comment and was still thinking about what Kirsty had just said.

Compared to the other five wizarding forces, the Silver Magic Ring is probably the least affected by the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society. At least there is no "traitor" among the seven ring masters. Just look at the Molten Crystal Lake and the Thorn Palace next door, even the Dawn-level wizards have rebelled.

However, members of the Circle of Magic below the top level have been severely infiltrated. There are hundreds of Circle of Magic wizards suspected to be members of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society, including Nono Perrin, who had interacted with Ronan before. This guy left the Circle of Magic the day after the Goblin Plains competition began and has not returned since. He has been included in the list of six "hunted down" rebels.

Costi bluntly stated in her narration that if she had not returned in time, she would probably have been labeled a "traitor to the Circle of Law."

Even because he has the coordinates of the World Stone that the Resurrection Society values ​​very much, even though he has now re-signed the soul contract and proved his "loyalty", the suspicion on him is still not completely cleared.

Ronan thought about mentioning to Costi the "secret leader of the Resurrection Society" who died in his hands, a powerful figure at the peak of level three, "to prove his innocence."

After thinking about it, I decided to forget it.

People who believe in him, such as Kirsty, will choose to believe him no matter what he does. On the contrary, people who doubt him will still remain skeptical of him no matter how he proves himself.

Put yourself in his shoes. If he was a high-ranking member of the Circle of Magic, in this situation where even the Dawn Wizard, the leader of a faction, might be a "traitor in the Resurrection Society", it would be normal for him to doubt an ordinary member who had returned from a month of disappearance with no reason and held the coordinates.

On the contrary, Kosti's almost "emotional" way of handling the matter seems quite "childish".

".After consultation, several ring masters have decided to extract the coordinates in your hand and destroy them."

Kosti asked Ronan in a negotiating tone, and Ronan did not resist.

"can."

He just thought about it briefly and nodded in agreement.

Kosti exhaled lightly and said to him, "The process of extracting the coordinates may be a little painful, so try to be patient."

After saying that, Costi took out a bottle of unknown black potion from the space ring she carried with her, asked Ronan to stretch out his hand, and then applied the black potion evenly on the back of his hand.

Ronan stared at the black liquid on the back of his hand. It felt very slippery, like a pool of melting asphalt.

Looking closely, it was discovered that the black liquid was actually composed of countless extremely tiny insects. After touching Ronan's skin, these insects desperately drilled into his flesh.

As all the black liquid seeped in, Ronan soon felt a burning pain like a red-hot iron on the back of his hand. The pain seemed to go straight to his soul, causing him to frown slightly.

The burning sensation continued to intensify, and then a mark like an arrow slowly appeared on the back of Ronan's hand.

Costi, who was standing by, chanted a low spell, and the black liquid that had previously seeped into her skin and flesh seeped out again, flowing toward the empty crystal bottle that Costi had prepared long ago, like a living thing.

Along with the black liquid, the arrow mark on the back of Ronan's hand also flowed away. This is the so-called extraction process.

"Okay."

When the last drop of black liquid flowed into the crystal bottle, Costi sealed the bottle tightly.

Ronan stared at the back of his smooth right hand thoughtfully.

He could feel that, although the coordinate mark seemed to have been removed, there was actually still a thin layer remaining in his body, as if it had not been completely removed?

"This coordinate will be destroyed in the presence of all the Dawn Wizards from the six major forces in a while."

Kosti gently shook the crystal bottle in her hand and said to Ronan, "After the news gets out, it should be able to divert most of the attention that the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society has placed on you.

However, two Dawn Wizards also perished in the Ancient Wizard Resurrection Conference this time, and they probably won’t have the strength to jump out again in the short term.” Ronan nodded, and stood side by side with Costi in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling crystal window. Bobby, in the form of a conch parrot, flapped his wings and flew over, landing gently on Ronan’s shoulder.

After extracting the coordinates, Costi was obviously much more relaxed. Neither of them spoke, but just looked at the flowing clouds and tall towers in the distance.

Time passes as quietly as water.

At some point, Ronan suddenly withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Kirsty's perfect profile.

"Does Lord Kosti know about the Southern Wizarding Talent Gathering and the Chief Wizard of Heramus?"

Kirsty's eyes flickered slightly, but before she could speak, Bobby on Ronan's shoulder opened his mouth and started chanting loudly.

"Heramus..Heramus
A natural born ruler of the law.

Even a hundred sunsets cannot fully describe his legend."

Bolby flew up from Ronan's shoulder, hovering in the air, singing, and even imitating the sound of a harp with his tongue, like a real bard.

"You're too noisy, Bobby..."

Kirsty scolded softly, and Bobby shut up obediently.

Kosti looked at Ronan with a slightly strange expression and asked, "Who mentioned this to you?"

"An opponent."

Ronan thought about it and chose to use the word "opponent" to describe Angelet.

Angelet had the power to seriously injure Jupiter, but he did not attack him several times.

Ronan felt that perhaps he could not really be called his "enemy".

Although he joined the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society, judging from his two experiences of "defection", Ronan would not find it strange at all even if he stood on the opposite side of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society next time.

Angele seemed to take nothing seriously and regarded many things as just a "game". He was like smoke, invisible and unpredictable.

"Heramus..."

Kirsty whispered the name quietly, and after thinking for a while, she said, "Do you remember the tickets and seats I mentioned to you before?"

Ronan nodded. "Is this what you mean?"

"Ah."

Costi narrowed her eyes and looked at the dim sunset in the distance, and said slowly: "You should know the difference between the upper ring, middle ring and lower ring continents.

We are now in the southernmost region of the Upper Ring Continent.

And Heramus is recognized by all wizards as the most powerful and talented legendary wizard in the history of the Upper Ring Continent.

none of them. "

"Even Spierdt is not as good as him?"

Ronan was surprised and couldn't help asking.

Kosti shook her head, but what she said was, “Sibirth is different from Heramus.

The legendary wizard Spierert's footprints are all over the upper, middle and lower rings, and there is no information to prove which ring of the continent Spierert was born in.

But there are traces of Herams' life.

It is said that he was born in a small noble family in a secular kingdom in the middle of the Upper Ring Continent. During a turmoil in the kingdom, he was forced to migrate with his family. On the way, he relied on his knight's strength to kill a formal wizard and thus got a ticket to enter the gate of the wizard world."

"Killing a formal wizard with the skills of a knight?"

Ronan was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

He could understand killing a wizard apprentice as a knight, but a formal wizard who had truly reached the first level had completely transcended the mundane world. With just a flick of his little finger, he could easily crush those powerful knights who stood at the top of the mundane world.

How did he cross such a huge gap in realm?

Could it be that this Heramus was also practicing an extraordinary body-building technique similar to [Austerity Body Building] in the mortal world?

"Yes."

Facing Ronan's shock, Costi continued with a firm tone, "Heramus has already reached a level beyond the ordinary in his practice of the Way of the Knight.

However, his true talent and ability were only revealed after he became a wizard.

It took Heramus less than a hundred years to reach the end of dawn, a record that has not been broken so far."

"One hundred years of sixth-level wizard"

Ronan couldn't help but murmur.

With a soul age of less than a hundred years and being able to reach level two, he can be called a genius in the top southern wizarding forces like the Silver Ring.

But what is it compared to Heramus?
Mediocrity, garbage?

“..As Polby just sang, Heramus is known as a natural born lawbender.

He once commanded meteorites to destroy a huge empire composed entirely of wizards by himself.
There are countless legends about him, and he is truly a strong man standing at the top of the Upper Ring Continent.

Later, he chased after the twilight and entered the Central Ring Continent, where he fought against those who inherited the ancient noble bloodlines, and it is said that he also left behind many legends."

"and after?"

Ronan suppressed his inner shock and questioned Kirsty.

But Kirsty just calmly replied: "Dead."

"Uh"

"Heramus fell on a lower continent. The exact reason for his death is unclear."

Kosti said: "But before his soul completely disappeared, he came back once and left his legacy in every corner of the Upper Ring Continent.
——Herams’ Wizards seat!

There are thirty-two seats represented by each inheritance, which are opened once every hundred years. Only talented wizards with a soul age of less than one hundred years can be invited and get a ticket to compete for a seat.

If you can win the position of the chief, you may get a more crucial inheritance from Heramus.

Once all the key inheritances are collected, it is said that one will be able to inherit Heramus's extremely powerful Spellbinder bloodline!"

“This is a public treasure trove of opportunity.

The fight for the Heramus Prodigy seat has been going on for nearly a thousand years in the Upper Ring Continent, but no one has ever truly gathered all the inheritance."

Kosti turned to look at Ronan and said after a pause, "The competition for the southern wizard seat will officially begin in three years."

"call--"

Ronan exhaled deeply, and a strange light appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, the fatigue that had been lingering between his brows seemed to disappear.

"I understand."

Ronan spoke softly.

Kosti said in a low voice with a slightly complicated look in her eyes: "I mentioned this to you before, intending to motivate you.

But the fact is that the competition for the Herams Wizards seat is still difficult for you this time.

Before this, the invitation letter for the seat battle had never been given to any second-level wizard. If you want to get an invitation, you must be promoted to the third level within these three years.
And even if this is achieved, the top wizard talents from the three major wizard forces in the south and dozens of medium-sized wizard forces will gather together, and the competition for tickets alone will be fierce enough."

"Three major wizarding forces?"

It was the first time Ronan heard this and he couldn't help but blink.

"Ah."

Kirsty explained: “

The wizarding world has a special set of standards for classifying wizarding forces, which are divided into micro, small, medium, large and extra-large.

Our Silver Circle can only be regarded as an ordinary medium-sized wizard force.

Among the six major wizard forces, only the Thunder Council and the Scarlet Tower can be considered top-level medium-sized forces, but they are not up to the standard of large ones."

Kosti tried to make Ronan feel the fierce competition in advance, and even used Orion as an example.

".Orian is the most outstanding talent of our Silver Ring generation, but if he is put in the battle, his strength may only be considered average. There are more talents who are as outstanding as him or even more outstanding than him than you can imagine."

Ronan listened quietly, his blood gradually felt hot and his heart couldn't help beating faster.

Different fields of magic, different schools of magic, and different concepts of magic. They are displayed by the most talented and gifted people in all major forces, colliding and competing with each other.

Even if one puts aside the temptation of Heramus's inheritance, this event itself is full of great attraction to him.

"What a magnificent view that will be?"

Ronan murmured softly, stretched out his hand in the direction in front of him, clenched his five fingers lightly, and narrowed his eyes, as if he saw something, as if he wanted to grasp something.

"Ronan."

At this time, Kirsty suddenly spoke, pulling him back from his inexplicable yearning.

Ronan turned his head, his expression having returned to calm.

He saw that there was an extra communication stone in Costi's hand. During the time they were talking, she seemed to have been waiting for a response, and now it seemed that she had received it.

"Several major ring masters expressed their opinions."

Costi looked at him, carefully speaking, and said slowly, "In view of your outstanding performance in the Goblin Plains Competition, the danger you encountered because of the World Stone Coordinates, and the risks you may take in the future, I will give you some rewards and compensation."

compensate?

Ronan's eyes moved slightly, and he asked subconsciously: "What compensation?"

(End of this chapter)