Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 242 Bucket List, Inheritance

"There's a girl who said she was your friend. She's outside now."

The girl that Count Feresser was talking about was naturally Molly. She waited until Ronan's affairs were all resolved before coming up.

Molly's appearance and temperament were so outstanding that no one dared to stop her and she had a smooth journey.

"Is my friend."

Ronan nodded, and Count Felisher breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued: ".. we have found out that this group of damned 'robbers' were originally members of a group called 'Xiafeng Adventure Group'. They specifically robbed nobles under the banner of helping the common people, and used the money to support the wizard in their team.
These bastards keep saying that they are doing this for justice, but in fact they are doing it for gold coins. Five years ago, the blacksmith named Dick used his own wife to pay off his debts. He is an out-and-out gambler and drunkard."

Count Fresser spoke with gritted teeth, but Ronan was not interested in these things at all. He raised his hand slightly to interrupt Count Fresser, and then strolled to a group of thugs who were tied up and kneeling in front of a pile of corpses. Everyone who passed by them had an undisguised look of hatred on their face.

The family soldiers retained by Feresser suffered heavy casualties in this battle, including two of the strongest knights. Ronan still had a good impression of one of them. If he remembered correctly, the other party had taught "him" swordsmanship when he was a child.

All the members of the chivalrous adventure group, led by the burly man in the black tower, are here, like a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

The wizard in black robe revealed his true face at this time. Surprisingly, he was a woman with a large black birthmark on her face and an ugly appearance.

The woman knelt on the ground, her body under the black robe still trembling uncontrollably, her performance even worse than those mercenaries of the Xiafeng Adventure Group under her command. It was not that her psychological quality was poor, but she was the only one who knew best how terrifying the handsome young man standing in front of them was.

Compared with the other party, she, as a fourth-level wizard apprentice, was like a firefly under the scorching sun, feeling like she was about to be forced to "melt" at any moment.

"name?"

Ronan's eyes fell on the woman and he spoke calmly.

The woman replied tremblingly: "Sandri, Sandri. Annie Caesarkin."

Ronan asked a few simple questions and learned that the woman in front of him, named Sandri, was from the neighboring kingdom. She was an orphan and saved a dying wandering wizard when she was young. After the other party's death, she naturally inherited the other party's mantle, and then relied on self-study to practice bit by bit to her current level.

According to Sandri, there is a wizard organization called "The Guild" on the East Coast, whose influence covers all the major kingdoms on the East Coast. There are many wizards like her in the "Guild", and she can exchange worldly wealth for certain practice resources.

After all, most wizards who choose to live in the secular world need gold coins to support their enjoyment.

But because the "Guild" has clear regulations that wizards are not allowed to use their power to interfere in the secular world without permission, once violated, they will be severely punished, so Sandri chose to "cooperate" with the adventure group to rob the nobles.

"I didn't know that there was such a great being as you in this land."

Sandri sighed sincerely and buried her head deeply between her knees.

The most powerful wizard Sandri had ever seen had mental power less than one-tenth of the person in front of her.

Ronan listened quietly to Sandri's story, nodded slightly, and then looked at her calmly.

"Do you still want to live?"

Sandri looked up sharply, "What do I need to give you?"

"What do you think."

Sandri reacted and quickly threw herself at Ronan's feet, kissing the soil under his feet, while quickly reciting the spell to sign a soul contract.

The members of the Chivalrous Adventure Group who were kneeling behind Sandri saw what Sandri meant by her actions, and they also knelt forward and said one after another: "We can also pledge our loyalty, sir. We..."

"Whoosh-"

A slight sound of breaking air was heard, and the shouting of the adventurers, led by the burly man in the black tower, stopped abruptly. They all fell to the ground. A tiny round hole appeared between the eyebrows of each of them, and thick blood flowed out of it.

Ronan casually put away the titanium that had transformed into a flying needle, took out the cowbell of "Skeleton Deathstroke", and collected the souls of several people to serve as food for the ghost boy Ahashiya in the cowbell.

Then I completed the signing of the remaining master-servant contract with Sandri, and the matter came to an end.

The reason why he didn't kill Sandri was because she had good qualifications. Although her soul was still young, she was able to reach the level of a fourth-level apprentice through self-study. This might not be a big deal in the southern wizarding world, but it was quite rare on the East Coast.

Wizards have long lifespans, so Sandri can protect the Damien family for a long time.

As for the Black Tower Strong Man and others, their loyalty would be even higher if they were refined into Undead Puppets, so there was no need to keep them any longer.

After accepting Sandri, Ronan noticed that the paused changes in his body continued again.

Obviously, "protecting the family" is also one of the obsessions of the predecessor "Ronan".

Ronan felt that his soul was like a pot of thick soup. What he had to do now was to slowly stir and melt the remaining butter cubes in the soup.

After doing all this, Ronan turned and looked at the Damien family members who were waiting nearby.

He glanced over and saw many people becoming nervous.

Ronan saw faces that were familiar or unfamiliar, and memories surged in his mind.
He stopped at a beautiful woman who was staring at him closely, her lips tightly pursed, her eyes excited but she was trying hard not to show it.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he walked towards the beautiful woman step by step.

When he came to the beautiful woman, he spoke softly, "Mother."

In an instant, tears welled up in the beautiful woman's eyes, and she hugged him and burst into tears.

At night, the castle banquet hall was brightly lit.

The gorgeous long table covered with red cloth was filled with a variety of food.

Ronan quietly tasted every piece of food in front of him. After each bite, he would close his eyes and pause for a moment to savor it carefully.

Molly sat next to him, feasting without any aristocratic airs.

Count Feresser and the elegant lady with her chestnut hair tied up in a bun did not move their knives and forks, but just looked at the two men.

When the last dish that he had been thinking about so much was finished, Ronan let out a sigh of relief.

The moment he put down his knife and fork, he seemed to become clearer from the inside out. However, only Ronan himself could feel this incredible feeling.

"Roro Nan."

Seeing that Ronan had finished his meal, Count Feresser, who was sitting opposite him, tentatively called his name.

The son whom he hadn't seen for six years returned with an irresistible and powerful attitude. He has not yet found the right position for himself in this "strange" relationship.

"Father, tell me."

Ronan calmly looked at Count Feresher and spoke, but the latter seemed very reserved.

"I have already given the order. Starting tomorrow, all the people in Damien's family will come to see you one by one. The painter you requested is also on his way."

Count Fresser mentioned one by one what Ronan had told him. If an uninformed bystander was present, it would be impossible to tell that this was a communication between a father and son. It would be more like a subordinate reporting to his superior.

Ronan was also well aware of this, but he didn't care.

From the moment he stepped into the castle, the memories of his predecessor "Ronan" continued to provide him with all kinds of strange and bizarre revelations, trivial and complicated.

If I were to write all these things down on paper, it would probably be a very long "bucket list".

He could only patiently complete them one by one. When Count Ferecher finished the last thing, he looked at Ronan and said hesitantly: "Will you leave again after you come back this time?"

"of course."

Ronan nodded, "I can only stay for a while, and after I leave this time, I probably won't be back for a long time. But before I leave, I will try my best to arrange everything."

Count Ferescher immediately showed a look of disappointment on his face.

Although he didn't know much about wizards, judging from the witch from the Chivalrous Adventure Group's almost prostrate attitude towards Ronan, his second son might have already climbed to a very high level in the wizarding world.

If the other party was willing to stay, he couldn't imagine how prosperous the Damien family would become.

unfortunately
A woman's soft sobbing could be heard in the hall.

Ronan turned his head and looked quietly at the dignified and beautiful woman who was wiping her tears with a handkerchief at the side of the long table.

He thought about it and finally couldn't help but say: "Mother."

The beautiful woman stopped crying and looked up at him with red eyes.

"Where's Lil?"

Ronan named a name.

Count Fresser had seven wives, and during the six years that Ronan was away from home, that number grew to twelve.

He has many descendants, and in the huge Damien family, the person that the predecessor "Ronan" cares about the most, besides Count Feresser and his biological mother, is probably his sister Li'er, with whom he has had the best relationship since childhood.

When he was in the south, he often received letters from her. The last time he received a letter, he learned that she was about to get engaged.

Lil is also one of the strongest obsessions of the predecessor "Ronan".

But this time, Ronan hasn't seen the other party until now. He guessed that the other party might have married. Calculating the time, it's almost the right time.

However, in response to Ronan's question, the dignified and beautiful woman suddenly fell silent.

Count Feres's expression also became a little strange.

When Ronan sensed something was wrong and frowned slightly, he heard Count Fresser sigh softly and say, "Lier died. Last summer."

In an instant, all the candlelight in the castle hall, which was brightly lit like daytime, dimmed.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became extremely depressing.

Molly, who had been eating, suddenly stopped eating, raised her head, and looked at Ronan with a strange look.

In the dim light, Ronan's face did not show any expression at this moment, and he looked extremely calm.

But at this moment.

Molly seemed to hear the crisp sound of something breaking quietly ringing in her heart.

The days in the earldom passed slowly and peacefully like a river covered with dead leaves in late autumn.

The Damien family prepares for "winter hunting" to celebrate the harvest, and the lively scene is very different from previous years.

The entire castle became "quiet". The people living in the castle lowered their voices when talking to each other and slowed down their steps as much as possible, as if they were afraid of disturbing someone.

The autumn afternoon sun shines through the dark green leaves of the ivy and onto the wall, but it is not very warm.

A group of elegantly dressed children, about seven or eight years old, gathered together, standing on a support made of a few discarded bricks and stones, and looked inside through the windows with wide eyes and curiosity.

The room was very quiet. Only a painter with long braids was busy in front of a drawing board. The children's attention was not on the colorful paints, but on the man sitting opposite the painter, who was quietly reading a book.

The children could not see the man's specific appearance, they could only catch a glimpse of a pure black robe embroidered with silver edges.

There seemed to be light flowing on the robe, and there seemed to be many flickering lights surrounding it, just like the starry sky on a midsummer night, full of mysterious and profound colors.

The children gradually became fascinated by the scene. After a while, a coughing sound was heard.

A "frightened" boy accidentally fell off a rock, and all the children immediately scattered in panic.

"Okay."

The sweaty painter put down his brush and spoke nervously and stuttered.

When Ronan heard the voice, he gently closed the book, stood up, and walked slowly over to check the other party's results.

On the newly dyed canvas was a painting of a handsome and peaceful young man wearing a wizard's robe.

He is only about 50% similar to Ronan himself.

It's hard to say whether he is satisfied or dissatisfied. With Ronan's current level of mental strength, even if he tries his best to restrain it, the force field naturally emanating from his body will distort the light, and ordinary people will not be able to really see the details of his facial features.

It was quite remarkable that the painter in front of him could paint his portrait like this while being in the same room with him.

There was a gentle knock on the door and Count Feresher pushed it open.

Ronan nodded slightly, and the painter next to him immediately retreated with his drawing board as if he had been pardoned.

Count Fresser came over, glanced at the painting in Ronan's hand, and then spoke to him in a low voice.

Soon, the two left the room.

Go forward all the way, then go down the stairs of the castle, and finally stop in front of a secret room.

This is a newly excavated underground secret room. Even though it has undergone many repairs, the air is still filled with the slightly damp smell of rotten earth.

Ronan raised his hand casually, and a beam of light lit up from between his fingers, illuminating the entire secret room like daylight.

Count Fresser tactfully stopped at the door, turned around and left, leaving him alone here.

Ronan walked in slowly and looked around the underground secret room - the space was not very big, only about 30 square meters, and it was empty inside. There was nothing except the bare stone walls on all four sides.

Everything was just as he asked.

Ronan showed a slight satisfaction on his face, and then he shook his hands lightly, throwing out a bunch of things out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, the mental power spread out, carrying those materials and quickly sinking into the surrounding stone walls.

The sound of falling gravel soon rang out from the surrounding stone walls, and strange and twisted rune patterns gradually appeared.
These lines were densely packed throughout the entire stone wall, and finally all converged at Ronan's feet.

When Ronan embedded the high-level magic stones that he had prepared long ago into several specific energy grooves, the entire rune array soon began to operate. Lines lit up, adding a lot of mysterious colors to the small secret room.

After doing all this, Ronan gently shook off the canvas that had already dried in his hand.

(End of this chapter)