Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 241 Father
Ronan led Molly along the hillside, through jungles, wheat fields, and several small villages, and finally saw a gray castle standing on the cliff of a low mountain beside a small river covered with dead leaves.

The closer he got to this place in his "memory", the more clearly Ronan could feel the inexplicable throbbing coming from the depths of his soul.

Many strange yet familiar images kept emerging from the depths of his mind, like old shells buried deep under the beach and washed out by the waves. Ronan was in a delicate state all the time.

As if she had noticed Ronan's change of mood, Molly rarely spoke to him and remained silent.

The two men rode their horses along the gravel path all the way up the mountain. When they passed through a sparse bush, Ronan smelled a faint smell of blood in the wind blowing in his face.

"It seems you came back just in time."

Molly grabbed the reins, looked up and sniffed softly, then spoke lazily to Ronan.

Ronan nodded. "Logically speaking, we should have met the guards on duty at the bottom of the mountain."

He spread out his mental power and soon had a clear view of the situation on the top of the mountain.

Ronan's face did not show much fluctuation. Instead, he gently stroked his chest with a slightly strange look.

Regarding how to solve the problem of the fusion of different souls in the body, the spiritual wizard Ewakui suggested that one should find a way to try to resolve the unfinished obsession of the previous incarnation.

So Ronan would think about going home, but he never knew what the obsession of his predecessor "Ronan" was.

It was not until this moment that he finally got some revelations.

"You can take your time..I'll go up and take a look first."

Ronan put down his hand, spoke to Molly in a calm tone, and then suddenly disappeared silently on the slowly pacing horse.

Molly yawned in boredom, looking listless.

Under the huge and towering castle, the thick defensive gate was wide open.

In an open space in front of the castle, a large group of fully armed guards were surrounding several foreign enemies who had suddenly invaded the castle, but the advantage in numbers could not bring any sense of security to these poor guards.

The enemies they besieged were extremely brave and the battle continued until now. The ground was littered with cold corpses and wounded soldiers wailing in pain.

"Tear--"

One of the surrounded men was more than two meters tall, wearing half-body armor. The black tower-like sturdy man suddenly chopped an unlucky guard in half with a heavy sword, wiped the blood splattered on his face, laughed in one direction, and shouted:

"Dear Earl Damien, do you know who wants your life?"

"who is it?!"

At the outermost edge of the battle group, a short and fat middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes who was closely guarded by several knights could not help but step forward when he heard the voice. He responded with a grim expression: "Nate? Or Ranif? No matter who sent you here, I am willing to pay twice the reward!"

"No no no."

The burly man in the black tower shook his head, raised his hand and swung his sword, sending out a half-moon-shaped white air wave, and replied: "The person who commissioned us is called Dick. Dick Brook!"

The short and fat middle-aged man frowned tightly, "I don't know this person at all."

"Of course you don't remember him, because he is just a poor, alcoholic blacksmith with poor craftsmanship. Compared with you, the distinguished count, he is just a bug hiding in a damp and dark corner."

The burly man in the black tower grinned, and a mocking look appeared on his bloodstained and ferocious face. "Five years ago, you stole his wife. Now he spends a copper coin to let us take your head."

When the short and fat middle-aged man heard what the black tower man said, his expression changed rapidly, and then he shouted angrily: "Bullshit, I bought it! I gave him a full 2,000 gold coins!"

The burly man in the black tower narrowed his eyes and was about to speak, but a thin figure wrapped in a black robe behind him snorted coldly and said in a tough tone: "Okay, stop talking nonsense! Get it done quickly."

The powerful and unruly man in the black tower unexpectedly did not show any dissatisfaction with the black-robed man's commanding tone. Instead, he nodded respectfully and shut his mouth, as if the black-robed man was the real leader of their small team.

He took a step forward and slashed horizontally, cutting off the three guards in front of him, along with their armor and weapons. Blood gushed out like water. The guards who had not yet died completely lay on the ground howling miserably, and their organs kept rolling out from under their bodies.

At this time, two figures wearing silver knight armor who had been following the short and fat middle-aged man rushed into the battle.

Both of them were very powerful, with the blades of their swords emitting the light of fighting spirit. The strength of each of them was almost as strong as that of the burly man in the black tower.

The joining of these two people dispersed the small group of invaders in an instant, and the surrounding guards also rushed forward. The situation of the battle seemed to be changing because of this.

However, at this moment, the black-robed man who had previously given the order to the burly man in the black tower snorted.

He pulled out a shiny potion bottle from under his black robe and threw it on the ground in a casual manner.

"Bam—"

A cloud of thick smoke quickly rose up, forming a small green mushroom cloud in the field.

Immediately afterwards, the man in black robe chanted a strange and difficult to pronounce spell, and immediately a strong wind arose for no reason, directly blowing away the mushroom cloud-shaped smoke.

In an instant, the crowd around him, except for the burly man in the black tower and others, all the guards who were blown by the green smoke fell down in rows like wheat being cut, their faces blue and black, foaming at the mouth and convulsing wildly.

Only two silver-armored knights who joined the battle later still retained some mobility, and were staggering and trying to retreat.

The man in black robe raised his hand slightly, and two fireballs the size of ping-pong balls jumped out from under the black robe like magic, hitting the two silver-armored knights in the blink of an eye.

The silver-armored knight who was hit by the fireball was instantly turned into a blazing fireman. Before they could scream, the burly man in the black tower nearby caught up and chopped off the heads of both of them with one sword each.

"Witch wizard?!"

The short and fat middle-aged man who was watching this scene from a distance suddenly widened his eyes and stared at the black-robed man in the field who was filled with a mysterious aura, with an expression of extreme shock on his face.

"As expected of a noble, you have broad knowledge..." The burly man in the black tower laughed, holding a big sword and slowly walked towards the short and fat middle-aged man, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Don't kill him yet!"

The black-robed man who completely turned the tide of the battle said coldly behind the burly man in the black tower, "Make him spit out all the treasures. And you, what are you doing standing there like idiots? Why don't you go in and search?"

"clear."

The burly man in the black tower and the rest of the team members seemed to be extremely afraid of the man in black robes and all nodded respectfully.

Except for the burly man in the black tower, the rest of the team flashed into the castle, and a panicked woman's scream was immediately heard in the castle.

At this time, the short and fat middle-aged man finally recovered from his shock. Looking at the burly man in the black tower who was slowly approaching him with a big sword, the man's eyes showed a bit of despair, but he forced himself to look at the man in black robes and gritted his teeth and said, "I can give you all the wealth I have accumulated, but please don't touch my family!"

"My dear Earl, you are not qualified to bargain with us now."

The man in black robe didn't say anything, but the burly man with a black tower who had already walked up to him sneered and stretched out his big hand to grab the short and fat middle-aged man.

Just when he was about to grab the man by the collar, suddenly...
The burly man in the black tower stopped moving his hands.

He suddenly felt that the air around him seemed to become extremely sticky in an instant, and even the light in front of his eyes became distorted.

The burly man in the black tower was sweating profusely, his muscles were tense, and he tried his best to move his body, but even though he tried so hard that his face turned red and the veins on his neck bulged, he still couldn't move even his little finger.

He looked towards the black-robed man for help, but was shocked to find that the black-robed man, who he had always thought was too powerful to be defeated and was completely not on the same level as them, was now trembling all over and kneeling on the ground facing one direction.

Suddenly, the mysterious force that bound the burly man in the black tower disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely dazzling light was projected down from above.

The burly man in the black tower looked up blankly. At that moment, he seemed to see an extremely hot sun rising slowly above the castle.
A certain moment.

A calm voice sounded in the ears of the burly man in the black tower.

The voice said softly: "Long time no see, father, I'm back."

next moment.

The burly man in the black tower saw the "sun" slowly falling into the field, and countless rays of light transformed into a young and handsome young man.

He walked past the black-robed man who kept kowtowing to the ground, walked past himself, and went straight to the short and fat middle-aged man.

The latter's expression was first stunned, then shocked, then incredible, and finally turned into boundless excitement and ecstasy.

He stretched out his hand to touch the young man's cheek, but pulled it back in fear halfway through. He just trembled his lips and said, "Ronan...Ronan my dearest son...you are finally back."

Ronan stood quietly in the open space in front of the castle, watching everyone silently and busily cleaning, quickly clearing the battlefield.

All the relatives belonging to Damien's family came out of the castle at this time.

Together with his father, Feresher Damien, they stood more than ten meters away from him, staring at him with complicated eyes.

But no one dared to come up and greet him.

Including Feresher Damien himself.

Ronan felt as if something in his soul was slowly melting away.

This process is so wonderful that it is hard to describe. It is like a puzzle with some missing pieces being pieced together, or like some wrinkles on a piece of silk being gently smoothed out.
Bring up the Character panel.

Ronan saw that the progress in the strength column was improving rapidly at a steady pace.

In just a few breaths, it increased from the original (65%) to (69%), and only slowed down after breaking through 70%.

In the space of consciousness, the seventh spiritual power crystal was also rapidly completing, and the prototype of the eighth crystal appeared.

But the real improvement is not limited to this. Although it is impossible to detect, Ronan has a strong intuition that his soul qualifications have been improved. Some impurities in his soul have been removed. On the last road from the fog to dawn, some thorns have been cleared and it has become smoother.

“Gaining the respect and recognition of my family, especially my father, Felisher Damien.”

Ronan took in all this, deep in thought.

This was the first obsession he captured of his predecessor "Ronan".

It was really a coincidence. He even wanted to thank the "robbers" who chose to invade Damien's house at the right time. If it weren't for this group of people, the realization of this obsession would not be so smooth and the effect would not be so perfect.

"Roro Nan."

A hesitant and slightly nervous voice sounded in Ronan's ears.

Ronan turned around and saw his father Feres standing in front of him, looking awkward and wanting to get close to him but being cautious in every way.

"Father."

Ronan's call of "father" seemed to ease some of Count Ferich's tension.

He took a deep breath and then spoke quickly to Ronan.

(End of this chapter)