Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 176 Penance Diary, Three Years, Dust Fairy Arrietty
"I never knew there was something hidden in this room."

Ronan looked at the smoke figures in Orion's hands and paused, not knowing what to call them.

"Dust Fairy."

Orion continued his words and said calmly: "When you live here for a long time, you will naturally come into contact with them.

They are very shy, and it was only after I had been here for fifteen years that I was able to interact and communicate with them in some simple ways.”

Fifteen years..
Ronan pursed his lips.

It turns out that there are no geniuses without reason in this world.

The fact that Orion was able to be promoted to a third-level wizard before his soul age of fifty and was awarded the prestigious title of "Four-Color Metal" was not only due to his own outstanding talent, but also closely related to the strong irrigation of various top-level resources from the Silver Magic Ring.

Because of the coordinates of a world stone, Ronan survived the crisis of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society and was given an exception to enter the ascetic room and use part of the inheritance mark space.

After staying here for a period of time, Ronan has felt that his abilities in all aspects have grown rapidly. This is truly a treasure land for wizards to cultivate themselves.

But Orion has lived in this place for at least fifteen years.

Ronan felt a little emotional, thought for a moment and said, "Whatever you want."

Orion lowered his head slightly, and made a sound as thin as a mosquito's buzz. He was talking to several dust elves in his hands in a language that Ronan could not understand. It sounded like a strange whisper.

Soon, the dust elves received Orion's instructions and disappeared like smoke.

“If you want to communicate with them, remember to speak as quietly as possible, otherwise it will scare them.

Dust elves can understand our language, but it will be much easier to talk to them in the language of the elves.
On the fifty-third shelf on the left behind you, there is an introduction to the Elvish language of the Dust Elves. If you are interested, you can flip through it. It won’t take much time to learn it.”

Orion looked up and spoke to Ronan in the tone of someone who had experienced it.

He was clearly teaching Ronan something, but he didn't seem annoying, showing an outstanding self-control that Ronan had never felt in anyone else.

At this time, the dust elves that had left before came back and brought more dust elves.

Several little winged figures were stacked together, holding teapots, teacups, and trays that were many times larger than them, and they were staggering, making people worry that they would fall down at any second.

Orion whispered to Ronan, “Don’t try to help them, otherwise they will get angry and ignore you for a long time.

Dust fairies are the housekeepers of the attic. They are keen to serve us. You just need to carefully tell them what you need and then wait patiently.
If you build a good relationship with them, they might even share with you many unknown secrets of what happened in this attic."

Ronan watched as a large group of dust elves laid out everything on the long table. They brought steaming hot tea, as well as sugar cubes, cream, honey, salt, and snacks such as waffles and tarts. They quickly prepared a sumptuous afternoon tea.

He listened to Orion's words, his expression slightly changed, and he couldn't help but say: "You really know them well."

Orion quietly watched a gray-winged dust elf clumsily pouring water into the cup in front of him, and said lightly: "Of course, I have spent more time with them than anyone else in the Circle of Magic."

Ronan felt a deep sense of loneliness from Orion's words. It seemed that being placed high hopes by the ring masters in the Ring of Magic was not all rosy.

Ronan seemed to be able to imagine it - the lonely young wizard staying in this narrow and silent room day after day, year after year, and apart from meditating and practicing all day, he could only talk to the dust figures hiding in the cracks between the floor and bookshelf.

"What's the situation outside now?"

Ronan gently stirred the white sugar cubes in the red tea with a small silver spoon and casually asked Orion.

In fact, he was not completely ignorant of the outside world. Although he was "imprisoned" here and could not go out for the time being, the communication props were still on him, and he would occasionally contact Benig, Clemens and others.

Just sitting face to face with Orion, he wondered whether he should take the initiative to find some topics to break the quiet and slightly awkward atmosphere.

"Which aspect are you referring to?"

"Ancient Witch Resurrection Meeting."

Orian paused, then replied: "After the list of wizards from the Resurrection Society was announced, pursuit missions have been issued. Some wizards from other forces have also joined in, and bloodshed and fighting are happening every day."

From Orion's simple description, Ronan heard one word - "chaos".

The affairs of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society have now gradually gotten out of control.

The resources of the forces damaged by the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society have become "hot cakes" in the eyes of many people. Many forces have taken the excuse of eliminating the remaining forces of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society to plunder other people's territories. Some even directly "disguise" themselves as the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society and kill people and steal treasures openly...
The big six, oh no, now it should be said to be the big five. According to Orion, the Palace of Thorns was completely announced to be disbanded last month.

Even the Silver Circle has absorbed a small number of Thorn Palace wizards to join.

The areas surrounding the five major wizarding forces have become a chaotic mess, and the unrest is still spreading to more distant places.

In the midst of the turmoil, powerful wizards rose up, winning respect and fame, while long-established wizards fell, and their souls went to the Land of Peace.
"Before coming here, I met Rufus."

Orion suddenly spoke and looked at Ronan.

Ronan was slightly startled, and a hideous body covered in naked flesh and blood subconsciously emerged in his mind.

“I had a fight with him.

He also mentioned you to me."

"What did you mention about me?"

Ronan picked up the teacup in his hand, took a sip, and asked calmly.

"He's curious about whether you're alive or dead."

Orion said calmly.

"You fought him, what was the result?"

Ronan spoke, even though he knew it was not polite to ask so bluntly.

Orion was silent for a moment, then he said, “Rufus is practicing the ancient blood secret technique passed down in the Scarlet Tower, and he is very powerful.

This turmoil was the breeding ground for his rapid growth.
In this battle, neither he nor I used our full strength.

Winning or losing at this stage is meaningless, the real competition will have to wait for three years."

Ronan's eyes flickered, "Are you competing for Heramus's Wizard seat?"

“No one will miss this event.”

Orion looked into Ronan's eyes and said calmly, "You too, right?"

Ronan shook his head and said nothing.

Although he was indeed eager to go, it was still unknown to him whether he could successfully advance to level three in three years.

"Are you interested in a competition?"

Orion suddenly spoke, and Ronan froze in his hand holding the teacup.

There seemed to be a slight fluctuation between the two of them, and the escaping fighting spirit made the busy dust elves on the long table run around in panic.

A moment later, the spark of battle was extinguished by Ronan.

"Feel sorry."

Ronan shook his head and put down the teacup in his hand. "Something is wrong with my body. I am totally unfit for casting spells and fighting now."

Ronan knew very well that what Orion was interested in him was the fusion of his three domains, the spell that killed Ignatius instantly, and the power of the Frost Hydra bloodline.

This is why Orion and Rufus see him as an equal opponent.

However, the problem of "Hekart's remaining will" in the consciousness space has not been resolved. Ronan can no longer use the power related to the ancient frost hydra, otherwise he may be backfired by its will, so he can only reject Orion's proposal.

Although he himself was also curious about Orion's combat power.

"Ok."

Orion showed a slight regret on his face, but said nothing.

The topic between the two ended and they both fell silent, just quietly enjoying their afternoon tea.

“In fact, they are very good, and it is very worry-free to let them take care of the house.

If you get along well with them, I suggest you take a few away with you."

After an unknown amount of time, Orion stood up from his seat, waved goodbye to the dust elves playing on the table with his fingers, and then calmly left the ascetic room.

This time, it seemed as if he came here just to meet Ronan.

“I guess this guy doesn’t have many friends.”

Ronan watched Orion leave, then thought for a moment and casually took a book from the fifty-third row of the bookshelf on his left side behind him - "Secrets of the House Elves".

After flipping through a few pages casually, Ronan uttered a strange, slightly awkward whisper. Several dust elves were attracted by his call and cautiously poked their heads out from the cracks in the table, but as soon as their eyes met his, they immediately turned into smoke and disappeared.

Ronan smiled, put down the book, turned around, chose a small gray door and walked in.

Orion's arrival was just a minor episode, and peaceful and regular life continued.

He sometimes forgets the passage of time.

He seemed to be forgotten in this corner where no one cared.

Orion never showed up again after that time, and the only person who visited the attic was Bolby, who came every now and then to deliver resources.

Ronan developed the habit of writing a diary, but because he was not sure about the specific time and date, he used another way to mark the records.

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【. Rune reading progress: 64. Mental power progress: %. Prepare to condense the third mental power crystal. Bolby sent the resources for the impact of the second-level wizard late two days ago. I asked him how long it would take until the "Southern Wizard Genius Gathering" was held, but he didn't say. 】

【. Rune reading progress: 64. Mental power progress: still stuck at %. The third mental power crystal is not condensed, and the mental power cannot continue to grow.

The reason I wrote this diary is because 520 is a special number worth remembering. Unfortunately, I have no partner to share it with. But wizards don't need partners, and women will only affect the speed of my casting.

Good news, after studying more than 500 first- and second-level runes, I can finally barely understand the runes in the mirror dagger and silver comb. Now I am trying to use these two runes to make the final modifications to the [Silverization] rune.

The runes in the Orb of All Things can be understood better, and [Multiple Mirror Lights] may also be further optimized.

I named the core rune in the Dawn-level Silver Cane [Stagnation] and am currently doing a preliminary analysis.]

【. Rune reading progress: 66. Mental power progress: %. Successfully promoted to the late stage of Level wizard. The third mental power crystal has condensed. The upgraded and optimized [Silverization] rune has been successfully solidified. The effect is quite good.

Good news, the proficiency of [Detection] has been promoted to master level, and the derived ability - [Eye of Truth] can see the trajectory of energy particle flow and arrangement when the spell is cast. More functions need further exploration. 】

【. Rune reading progress: 68. Mental power progress: %.

[Frost Spear] Promoted to Master Level, derived extraordinary domain]

【.Rune recognition progress: 75, mental power progress: %.

Good news, [Ice Hockey] has entered the second stage of the domain resonance, so fast, the blood of the ancient frost hydra is still taking effect, I am already an absolute ice magic genius! 】

【.Rune recognition progress: 78, mental strength progress: %.

Good news, [Frost Ray] has also entered the second stage of the domain resonance. 】

【.Rune recognition progress: 80, mental power progress: %.

Good news, [Ice Blade Technique] has entered the second domain resonance, and the three domains have been integrated more thoroughly. I am trying to incorporate the fourth ice domain as well. I can foresee that [Hekarto's Death Gaze] will bring a small shock to the wizard geniuses throughout the south.

If, I have a chance to be invited to compete for a seat.】

[..Good news, I have finally managed to hone [Spell-Breaking Power] into a state of resonance with the law domain. The energy-based [Disintegration Ray] spell I found on the 573rd shelf in the attic has been a great inspiration to me.]

【.Good news, [Particle Torrent] has entered the second stage of the Dharma Domain Resonance Realm.】

【.Good news, the master-level proficiency of [Austerity Body Building] has exceeded 1,000, and the rune of [Ancient Power] has been promoted to intermediate level. 】

[.Good news, the remaining will of Hekalto in the consciousness space has been almost worn out by me, the hidden danger of bloodline has been temporarily eliminated, and we can try to continue the bloodline fusion, and the idea of ​​the [Mirror Soul] spell can be tried.]

[.Good news, the power of the [Mirror Soul] spell cast with the blood of the ancient frost hydra is even stronger than I imagined. If I can master this spell to the master level, my trump card should be able to be +1]

【.Bad news, my mental power growth has reached a plateau. I don’t know the exact time, but I can feel that the progress has been stuck at 88% for a long time. The magic potion that Bolbi sent to improve mental power has almost developed drug resistance.

When Bobby comes next time, I plan to discuss the solution to this problem with him.]

【.Bad news, Bobby thinks the root of the problem may still be my soul qualifications. My strength is increasing too fast, which is simply beyond the ability of a wizard of my qualifications.

The impurities in my soul have become an obstacle to my progress. I need to fight to temper myself, but I...can't go out for the time being.]

【.Good news, my master-level proficiency in [Basic Meditation] has exceeded 1,000. My mental strength has been purified twice, and I have passed the plateau that was originally holding me back.

Bad news, time is running out before the start of the "Herams Wizards Seat Battle"
I don’t want to miss it. 】

【.Rune recognition progress: three thousand and fifty-two.

Mental strength progress: 101%.
Bad news, I have read all the rune books on the bookshelf in the ascetic room. 】

【.Bad news, the space energy seed in the consciousness space has disappeared. 】

【.Bad news, the key to advancing from a level 2 wizard to a level 3 wizard is to use external means to improve soul power. The worse the soul qualification, the more resources are needed to improve soul power.

After I took all the two soul power-enhancing potions that Bolbi sent me, I still didn't feel the opportunity to advance to level three. Costi is continuing to help me collect them.]

[.Bad news, I am still obsessed with the research of the Ancient Mirror Court Space and Mirror Rune Spells, but after losing the support of the Space Energy Seed, my research has completely reached a bottleneck.]

[.I really want to enter the Secret Realm of the Garden of Mirrors again, so that many of my ideas can be verified and perhaps I can get more inspiration.]

【.Good news, I finally became friends with a female dust fairy, she is very beautiful, only the size of my thumb, I named her Arrietty.】

【.Bad news.

Today, the age displayed on my character panel has turned into twenty-one. 】

Good news
I can go out now. 】

In the quiet attic of the ascetic room, the soft light from the lighting crystal falls like a white veil.

In front of a smooth silver half-length mirror, a slender and tall figure wearing a silver-gray robe is trimming himself carefully in front of the mirror.

The beautiful long chestnut brown hair and beard fell down with the rustling sound of scissors and landed on the warm wooden floor.

A large group of winged dust elves were busy running around on the floor, gathering the scattered hair together.

Until some point, the pruning sound stopped abruptly.

The dust elves on the ground and in the air immediately scattered, and then the hair piled on the floor was silently ignited by the flames and quickly burned into a ball of charred ash.

Among the dust elves, a beautiful girl with two pairs of gray wings and long braids flapped her wings, bravely approached the figure, gently landed on the figure's shoulder, and then looked at the mirror curiously.

In the silver half-length mirror, there appeared a young man with short brown-chestnut hair.

He has handsome and heroic features, fair skin, and deep blue eyes, like an infinitely quiet lake.
The young man's face was particularly calm, and he exuded a strong scholarly air. His temperament was calm and reserved, giving people the feeling of a humble and wise scholar, or a low-key and elegant aristocrat.

"Arrietty, do you want to come with me?"

The young man tilted his head slightly and asked the beautiful girl on his shoulder in a light and gentle voice.

The girl's face showed an interested and hesitant look. She lowered her head and looked down.

She saw dust elves who looked like a middle-aged couple on the floor looking at her with complicated expressions and waving at her gently.

"Ok!"

The girl mustered up her courage and nodded vigorously at the young man in the mirror.

The latter smiled, stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the girl's head. The girl obediently moved closer to him, and then turned into a wisp of smoke and hid in the folds of his robe collar.

After doing all this, the young man turned around.

He raised his hand, and the silver bust behind him melted like water, flowing into his sleeves without leaving a trace.

"It's already been three years without me noticing..."

Ronan sighed softly.

He looked around, and the books displayed quietly on the bookshelf seemed to be saying goodbye to him silently.

During these three years, he read almost every book here. The excellent memory brought by the development of his brain allowed him to easily recall the contents of every page of every book in every position on the bookshelf.

I came here when I was nearly eighteen years old, and now I am twenty-one years old, and I have grown from a boy to a young man.

Sometimes I feel that three years is a very long time.

But now looking back, I feel as if the person in the mirror has changed in just a moment of looking back.

"Shh-"

A silver-white space vortex appeared silently in the air in front of him.

Ronan's eyes flickered. He was now extremely sensitive to any energy fluctuations in the spatial system.

"Come on, Arrietty."

After calming down, Ronan gently patted the collar of his robe, and then, accompanied by a large group of dust elves, he slowly walked into the vortex.

On the wooden floor behind him, the dust elves that looked like a middle-aged couple watched him leave, waving and wiping away tears.

When Ronan walked out of the vortex exit, he found that he was not in the dark corridor where he entered three years ago, but in mid-air.

The blazing sun hung in the cloudless sky, casting golden rays of light, and beneath his feet was a huge metal ring rotating quietly.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and made a simple gesture to block his vision. When his pupils adjusted to the external light, he put down his hands and could see clearly the figure facing him under the scorching sun.

Just like three years ago.

Time has not left any traces on Costi.

She was still beautiful and pleasing to the eye, with the innocence of a girl and the elegance of a lady, as well as the majesty and composure of a top wizard in the mist.

She opened her arms towards Ronan and said softly, "Welcome out, Damien."

The top of the Seventh Ring Tower.

Ronan stood in front of the huge crystal floor-to-ceiling window, and Bobby, transformed into a conch parrot, flew noisily above his head.

He had clearly met Ronan seven days ago, and it was Bolby who conveyed the news that he was able to leave, but now he was so excited as if he hadn't seen him for three years.

Ronan looked down at the entire Circle of Magic and saw a huge metal base at the west end of the seven silver-white towers. Many wizards wearing Circle of Magic robes were busy around it.

"The Ring of Law is preparing to build the eighth tower"

Kirsty walked up to Ronan and explained calmly, “A lot of things happened during the three years you were in seclusion and practicing.

The Thorn Palace no longer exists. We have accepted a Level 3 Peak Wizard from the Thorn Palace, intending to make her the eighth ring master of the Ring of Magic. The resolution was passed just two months ago.
Oh, yes, you should have seen that person before. He was the wizard who led the team in the Thorn Palace in the second battlefield when the core secret realm of the Mirror Court was opened.

"Is it her?"

Ronan blinked, some impression left on him of what Kirsty had said.

An image of a beautiful plant-based witch with vines and flowers growing in her hair emerged in my mind.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the other party became a member of the Dharma Circle.

"How much is your current strength three levels away?"

Kirsty suddenly started talking about something else and asked Ronan.

"a lot of."

Ronan shook his head.

He knew why Kirsty asked this.

He thought for a moment and asked, "How much time is left until the Southern Wizarding Genius Gathering begins?"

(End of this chapter)