Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 243 Agatha and Wallis

Looking at the oil painting in his hand, Ronan gently stroked the surface of the painting with his fingers, and some tiny rays of light seeped into the canvas little by little along his fingers.

Soon, a magical scene happened.

"Clatter, crash, crash -"

The sound of turning pages was heard, and the young man in a black robe in the oil painting suddenly "came to life" and slowly turned the pages of the book in his hands, just like a real person.

Ronan relaxed his hands lightly, and the entire canvas was lifted up by an invisible force and firmly embedded in the wall opposite the entrance to the secret room. A thin layer of ice crystals rose up, making the entire oil painting "framed" like a crystal. This method was enough to keep the entire oil painting from decaying for hundreds of years or even longer.

Ronan quietly admired his own portrait that had been "revitalized" using special means, and then he flipped his right hand, and four cold ice balls appeared in his palm.

The frost melted quickly, revealing the metal objects of various shapes sealed inside - a broken badge engraved with a rhinoceros pattern, an old copper kettle with a missing spout, and a
Ronan grabbed with his five fingers, and the four metal objects exploded with a "bang" and turned into large balls of thick reddish-brown clouds.

In the smoke, the sound of a monster roaring could be heard, and a huge, heavy body with a metallic luster could be seen emerging.

Ronan looked calm as he chanted a short spell. Silk threads of white light flew out from the fingertips of his five open fingers and quickly penetrated into the rolling thick clouds.

Soon, all the reddish-brown clouds converged and turned back into their original shapes of metal objects, flying to the four corners of the secret room and placed quietly.

Back then, in the Mechanical Heart ruins, Ronan obtained a lot of metal elemental life forms, but he had been keeping them in his hands without doing anything with them. Now they came in handy.

Ronan squatted down about five steps away from his portrait and drew on a stone slab with his index finger.

His fingertips slid across the stone slab, leaving a faint path of light. When the last stroke was made, the entire rune quickly disappeared, leaving no trace on the stone slab.

Ronan tapped the stone slab gently with his hand, and the hidden runes reappeared with a crisp "click" sound, and a small pit half a foot deep appeared under the stone slab.

Ronan took out a small storage waist bag that he had prepared long ago and threw it in. After thinking for a while, he also put in the mysterious bone spur he got from Andariel, which could directly strike the opponent's soul.

After doing all this, he slowly stood up.

Looking around the still empty chamber, Ronan muttered to himself, "I have set up a second-order rune array in this chamber, as well as four second-order metal element puppets.
There shouldn’t be any wizard on the East Coast who can contend with this power, which is enough to protect the bloodline of the Damien family and ensure that it will not be cut off for hundreds of years.”

"I checked all the members of the Damien family, but unfortunately none of them had the potential to become a wizard. However, there is a gardener's son who has good qualifications.
I have already told my father that every new member of the Damien tribe will enter this secret room once when they are eight years old.

If he has the potential to be a wizard, he will be able to see the clues hidden in this portrait and inherit the corresponding meditation and body-building techniques."

"If he's lucky enough"

Ronan's eyes fell on the stone slab where he had just hidden the things. "And please respect me, the wizard ancestor of the Damien family, enough to kowtow to my portrait."

"Then he can get the complete inheritance and resources I have stored downstairs, which are enough to support his training from an apprentice to a second-level wizard..."

“Maybe, a hundred years later”

"Who knows, the Damien family may gradually develop into the wizard family you want."

Ronan stopped talking to himself, paused, and then looked at the stone wall in front of him and said softly: "Are you dissatisfied with anything else?"

As if hearing his words, the handsome young man in black robe in the oil painting embedded on the stone wall put down the book in his hand, stood up, and looked at him quietly across the canvas.

In an instant, Ronan felt something in his body melting rapidly, and the familiar feeling of "fullness" and "clarity" rose again.

In the space of consciousness, the eighth spiritual power crystal was also being rapidly replenished.

Some strange light that is hard for others to see emanates through his skin
Ronan raised his hand and looked at his right hand which was "glowing" and taking on a translucent feel, with a slightly satisfied look on his face.

He turned and left the secret room. The heavy stone door slowly closed behind him, and a mysterious rune pattern flashed on the door.

Ronan walked out of the underground and came to the garden in the castle. He kept walking, stepping on the air and climbing up to the sky step by step, until he reached the top of the castle where a flag representing the Damien family was hung, and then he stopped.

The breeze blew up the hem of Ronan's robe. He stood at the highest point of the castle, overlooking the area below.

In the open space in front of the castle, nearly a hundred young men were lined up in an orderly manner, selecting guards and knight apprentices.

Some children were running around in the castle, playing and fighting, while the servants were busy doing their duties.
In an open space on the shady side of the castle, Sandri, an apprentice witch with a large ugly birthmark on her face, was busy training a dozen undead servants she had just trained.

The relevant spells were taught to her by Ronan. For a wandering wizard who roamed the east coast and made a living by reading a few tattered notebooks and looting people's property, the little knowledge Ronan taught her was already a supreme inheritance.

At least on the surface, Sandri is absolutely devoted to Ronan now, and I'm afraid she wouldn't be willing to leave even if asked.

I just don't know if her loyalty to Ronan can gradually shift to the Damien family as time goes by.

Seeing Sandri, Ronan couldn't help but think of the red-haired boy who chased him off the boat when they arrived at the east coast line.

Ronan also left something for the red-haired boy. If he can really find this place, it may become a force to maintain the continuation of the Damien family bloodline.

Ronan stood under the sky, daydreaming casually, and finally found Molly on a blue glazed tile roof on the side of the castle, where she was basking in the sun while watching the groom trimming the donkey's hooves below.

Ronan walked over and landed gently beside Molly.

"Have you sorted out all your problems?"

Molly turned to look at him.

Ronan shook his head, "There's only one thing left. Come with me to a place. It shouldn't take long."

Molly nodded and stood up from the roof very cheerfully.

Ronan wrapped her with his mental power, spread out his robe, and flew in one direction with Molly like a big bird.

In his mind, the words that Count Feres had said to him a few days ago echoed word by word.

"Lier fell in love with the son of the Baron of Xianghua Territory. They held a wedding before you came back..."

"In the summer of the following year, Lil gave birth to a daughter, but poor Lil herself died in childbirth."

"The child's name is Agatha"

"You should be able to walk now..."

"Be quiet, my dear, close your eyes,
The stars are twinkling and it's time to head into the night.

The moon shines gently on the sea.

Dream of the miracles you will see.

Sleep, little darling, in this sweet cradle."

"Go to sleep, my dear Agatha. We will go to see the black swan tomorrow before the Green Water Lake freezes over."

In the empty room, the young nanny gently kissed the girl's forehead and comforted her tenderly.

Only after the girl closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully did the nanny stand up, blew out the candle, and tiptoed out of the room.

"crunch-"

The door closed gently, and the moonlight fell on the floor like a transparent silver gauze. Everything in the room seemed peaceful and quiet.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the floor-to-ceiling window on one side of the room close to the balcony was gently blown open.

Under the moonlight, two figures appeared quietly.

Ronan opened the door and walked slowly into the room.

He squatted down beside the crib, his black robe spread out on the floor. In the crib, a two-year-old girl was sleeping soundly.

Ronan's eyes slowly moved across the girl's face, hair, and body, and suddenly fell on the toy she was holding tightly in her hands.

It was a little bear made of velvet, crudely made, with crooked exposed seams and very old. One of the bear's button eyes had fallen off.

"Lil."

Ronan looked at the toy bear, his lips trembling slightly, and a trace of ripples in his eyes.

If he remembered correctly, this toy bear was made by his predecessor for Lil on her fifth birthday. She loved it so much that she played with it until his predecessor "Ronan" left home.

Unexpectedly, the little bear is now in the hands of Lil's daughter and has also become her favorite toy.

Ronan looked at the sleeping girl in the cradle tenderly, just looking at her quietly. Molly stood beside him, looking at him with a strange look, as if she met him for the first time.

Time passes slowly like a river flowing calmly under the moonlight.

Ronan gradually woke up from his memories. He reached out and gently stroked the girl's face. Unexpectedly, he felt an inexplicable throbbing in his blood.

The throbbing of his blood was much stronger than when he faced his biological father, Count Feres, and his biological mother.

Ronan thought about it, cut his finger, and a drop of blood seeped out. It was then quickly sealed by a little bit of ice condensed from the void, and finally formed an incomparably beautiful ice crystal gem.

Ronan took out a necklace with a protective spell from his space ring, strung the ice crystal gem that contained a bit of his blood on it, and then placed the gem necklace next to the girl. On the inside of the necklace, there was a line of small words he had personally engraved - [For Agatha. - Ronan Damien]

"Agatha"

Ronan whispered, and the girl sleeping in the crib seemed to hear his gentle call, and her eyelashes trembled, as if she was about to wake up from her sleep.

Ronan tapped the girl's forehead with one finger, and the latter was immediately calmed down and fell into a deep sleep again.

At this time, there were slight footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door.

Ronan tilted his head, then leaned down and kissed the girl's cheek.

"Let's go."

The door opened quietly and a little nanny holding an oil lamp walked in.

She walked quickly to the crib and saw the girl sleeping peacefully. She finally felt relieved.

"Hey, why is the window open? Did I forget to close it?"

The little nanny suddenly noticed the half-open floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony and walked over in confusion. The balcony was quiet, without any signs of abnormality, except for the occasional cry of an owl.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

The little nanny was attracted by the moonlight outside and couldn't help but sigh and say: "May the moonlight bless our poor Agatha."

She closed the French window and turned back into the room.

She didn't see that just above her head, under the night sky, two figures were standing in the air, quietly overlooking this side.

“She has good qualifications.”

Molly suddenly spoke, and of course she was talking about the little girl Agatha.

"Yes."

Ronan nodded, "It's much better than what I did back then. Perhaps, we'll have a chance to meet again in the future."

Ronan withdrew his gaze, and when he turned around, his expression had completely returned to calm.

He motioned Molly to leave.

On the way back to the Earldom from the Fragrant Flower Territory, an unprecedented "dramatic change" began to take place in Ronan's body.

As the last and greatest obsession of his predecessor, Li'er, came to an end, Ronan clearly felt that all the "blocked" lumps in his soul had melted away at this moment.

A series of memory scenes flashed before his eyes. They were all the memories of his predecessor "Ronan", from the moment he could remember.

From then on, this memory was no longer the "memory" of the previous life. Just like the previous life, it all belonged to Ronan.

At this moment, Ronan felt that he had truly become a complete whole.

Soon, the two arrived above the Earl's Castle.

"I need to retreat for a while..."

Ronan looked at Molly, who waved her hand indifferently. Ronan didn't waste any more words with her. He took a deep breath and quickly fell down. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the secret room at the bottom of the castle.

At this moment, the mental power in his consciousness space is growing rapidly, which is brought about by the significant increase in soul power.

Before his soul was complete, the soul fragments left behind by his predecessor "Ronan" were redundant parts of his soul and could even be considered impurities.

But now, these fragments dissolved and turned into nourishment for his soul, making his soul continue to grow stronger.

"After this change, my soul aptitude may be able to reach a higher level."

Ronan thought about it and closed his eyes silently. Soon, a strange light emanated from every pore of his body, illuminating the entire secret room.

On this night, many people living in the castle felt an inexplicable throbbing in their sleep and woke up for no reason.
Time passed day by day, and Ronan never came out since he entered the secret room that night.

One afternoon, Molly, who was sitting on the roof watching the donkey's hoof being repaired as usual to pass the time, suddenly seemed to sense something. She looked in one direction abruptly, and the laziness on her face disappeared.

She jumped off the roof, grabbed a horse and rushed out of the castle. Because of her special identity, no one dared to stop her.

Molly rode her horse at full speed, through the jungle, across the stream, and over the hillside. When she was a certain distance away from the castle, a look of pain suddenly appeared on her face, and she fell off the horse without warning.

Just as Molly was about to land, the space suddenly fell into complete stillness.

The floating clouds in the sky, the blowing wind, the galloping horses, the flowing water and the falling Molly, everything was frozen in time by a mysterious force.

In this absolute stillness, countless red dots of light emerged densely and quickly gathered together to form a tall and slender human figure.

The figure walked up to Molly, stretched out a hand, and gently fiddled with the void somewhere behind Molly.

"collapse--"

Some invisible string just broke.

In the next breath, everything that was still here begins to move again.

"Oh!"

Molly fell heavily to the ground and rolled a few times in a somewhat awkward manner.

When she got up and saw the person in front of her clearly, a cold and complicated look immediately appeared on her beautiful face.

"It's you...Wallis."

A young man walked out from the countless red dots of light, wearing an extremely gorgeous golden robe, with a handsome appearance and an indescribable noble temperament. He looked at Molly, smiled and said softly: "You should call me uncle, my dear Molly."

(End of this chapter)