Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 255: Qifeng Port, Mr. Damien

The breeze blew the leaves, making a rustling sound.

Ronan was half naked with his robe pulled down to his waist. He sat cross-legged under the Holy Blood Tree and spoke calmly.

"Okay."

Benigo nodded without saying anything. He picked up a half-foot-long bone needle from the mobile tool table at hand, dipped it in a ceramic dish filled with a dark red unknown solution, and then began to engrave on Ronan's body bit by bit.

The process is a bit like a tattoo. The tip of the bone needle slightly pierces Ronan's skin, and then the special medicine in the syringe is gently injected.

When the whole "tattooing" process was completed, a huge upside-down tree pattern appeared on Ronan's chest and waist.

Benigo was sweating all over. The seemingly simple steps were actually not easy for him.

Without bothering to wipe the sweat off his face, Benigo quickly handed Ronan something that looked like a beetle. "Don't swallow it. Hold it under your tongue."

Ronan followed his instructions, stuffed the brown-yellow beetle into his mouth, pressed it gently with his tongue, and could still feel the insect struggling under his tongue.

At this time, the Benigo people were already standing under the Holy Blood Tree, holding the same bone needles, busying themselves on the trunk of the Holy Blood Tree.

Following similar steps as before, when the same pattern was carved, Benigo took out a dagger and stabbed it hard into the trunk of the Holy Blood Tree. The latter seemed to feel pain, and its branches and leaves trembled.

Benigo took the opportunity to crush a bright green beetle and smeared the remains and juice on the trunk of the Holy Blood Tree.

"It's now."

He let out a low growl, and Ronan pressed down his tongue. The beetle's body exploded instantly, and a sweet and slightly bitter taste immediately filled his mouth.

The exploded beetle's body seemed to melt, turning into a hot stream that flowed down Ronan's throat.

At the same time, Ronan felt as if countless ants were crawling on the surface of his body. He immediately released control of his body muscles, and in an instant, countless "ants" began to drill in along his muscles.

From the perspective of an observer, one can see that the pattern of the upside-down tree on Ronan's body is fading rapidly, and the same is true for the Holy Blood Tree. The wound that was previously stabbed by Benigo's knife is also healing rapidly.

Ronan only felt an extremely itchy feeling all over his body, as if countless ants were marching deeper into his body along his flesh, blood, and bones.

Suddenly, my heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something!

Ronan's eyelids twitched slightly, and then slowly drooped.

It was like a burning spark falling on the heart's leaflets, then a second one, and a third one.
Ronan saw the skin on his body begin to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a branding iron gradually heating up under a flame. The stinging heat gathered on the surface of his heart and imprinted itself into it bit by bit.

"Wow - wow -"

He heard the sound of blood flowing in his veins, and all the blood in his body rushed to his heart. The ball of life light in his body released a large amount of vitality, producing blood rapidly all the time.

A point of red light shot out from the heart and hit the Holy Blood Tree in front of him, exactly coinciding with the position of the pattern on the trunk of the Holy Blood Tree.

An inexplicable passage was reached.

"Om-"

A strange energy with a hint of gold in it continuously flowed into Ronan's body along the channel of the void.

This energy is like a stream of clear water, as if a burning heart quickly "cools down", the burning pain subsides, and it seems that something is taking shape quickly with the coolness.
"call--"

When everything was over, Ronan slowly exhaled.

Looking down at himself, he found that the tattoo of the upside-down tree on the surface of his skin had completely disappeared, returning to its original white and smooth appearance.

However, the heart in the chest cavity has an extra layer of light golden light film on the outside. On the surface of the heart, there is a holy blood tree pattern that seems to have been shrunk countless times. Some blood flows rapidly along this pattern, forming a complex and harmonious cycle.

"Holy Tree Array."

Ronan touched his heart, thoughtfully.

He raised his head and looked at the Holy Blood Tree in front of him. Its aura had weakened several times compared to before. The ground under the tree was covered with withered and dead Holy Blood leaves. It looked as if it had just experienced a "blood purification" ritual that was beyond its capabilities, causing it to suffer serious damage.

Ronan stood up, reached out and gently stroked the trunk of the Holy Blood Tree, feeling a little guilty.

The Holy Blood Tree was so well-behaved and sensible that it made people feel distressed. In return, it comforted him with its wilted branches and leaves.

"Do you feel uncomfortable in any way?"

Benig came up and asked Ronan, with a notebook in his hand ready to take notes.

Ronan tried to summon the power of his body and blood, shook his head, and replied: "Except for feeling a little 'weak', everything else is fine."

"That's good"

Benigo's expression relaxed a little, and he wrote on his notebook while admonishing him: "The magic circle itself is relatively fragile. When fighting with others, try to avoid being attacked directly in the heart. Once the magic circle is damaged, I don't know what the consequences will be.
The energy of the Holy Blood Tree stored in the array can theoretically keep the array running for about five years. After five years, regardless of whether the deduction is successful or not, you'd better come back."

Benigo said, turning his head to look at the "depressed" Holy Blood Tree, frowning and saying: "I deliberately let it extract most of its energy for you, in order to curb its rapid growth for a period of time.

But once this kind of immortal species survives, its growth rate will only get faster and faster like a snowball...
I don’t know if this place can sustain for five years.”

Benigo shook his head and said, "Anyway, remember to pay more attention to the right place to transplant it. Once it grows, it will be good for both you and me."

"I see."

Ronan slowly put on his robe again. A ball of black metal that kept wriggling like a living thing flew out from his sleeves and hovered in front of Benigold.

"Its name is Titanium."

Ronan looked at Benigo and said calmly: "It can continuously evolve by consuming other metals."

Benig was slightly startled, with a dazed look in his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to remember the scene when he handed the "Nightmare Tungsten Steel" to Ronan, who was only a first-level wizard.

Benig didn't refuse, nor did he say thank you. He just nodded and accepted the titanium that Ronan gave up.

After the symptoms of soul decay were alleviated, Benigo's strength could continue to grow, and he once again had the opportunity to climb up. He really needed a suitable metal spell medium.

"gone."

"Ah."

Benig watched Ronan leave calmly until his back completely disappeared from the entrance, then he walked to the experimental table alone and started working as usual.

Walking out of the secret space, Ronan looked around the valley for the last time, and then flew towards the sky in one direction.

Benig is the person in the world who knows most of his secrets.

Over the years, the two have become an inseparable whole. Benigo knows that he will come back, just as he knows that Benigo will wait for him there.

Therefore, there is no need for a too formal farewell between the two of them.

Half a month later, on a sunny afternoon.

On the street paved with shells and cobblestones, beside two wobbly carriages passing by, a young man was strolling along, his steps echoing the clear and melodious sound of sea breeze bells.

The young man has a tall figure and short dark chestnut hair that is smooth and has a few natural waves.

The color of his hair matched his skin perfectly, taking on a warm hue in the sunlight.

As he walked, his eyes were lowered, as if he was thinking about something. As he walked, he gave people a sense of peace and tranquility and a strong sense of books.

Even if he was wearing the simplest grey linen robe, he was still an extremely outstanding and handsome man. Even in the most prosperous capital, let alone this remote port town, everyone who had the honor of seeing him, regardless of gender, would stop what they were doing and take a few more looks at him out of curiosity.

"Om-"

When they reached a three-way intersection with a downward slope, Ronan suddenly stopped. In his lake blue eyes that no one could see, a deep purple light flashed for a moment. It was so deep and bright that it seemed like the starry sky, but it quickly dimmed in the next second.

"Soon."

Ronan took a deep breath and muttered to himself.

Just now, he was just a little bit away from completing the most basic star chart deduction described in the "Ancient Star Book".

The weak point is still his mental strength, but compared with before, he has made great progress. Ronan estimates that after a few more practices, he will be able to make a breakthrough naturally.

He casually brought up his character panel——[Basic Meditation Technique - Clear Realm (Master 1499/1600)].
There is only a little bit of proficiency left before the third purification of mental power. Although the strength progress shown on the panel has not changed, only Ronan himself knows that he is much stronger than before in the application of some details of mental power.

Being able to perform more complex energy manipulation is reflected in the release of spells, which means that the operation is more delicate, natural, and effortless.

This progress cannot be reflected on the data panel, but it actually improves Ronan's actual combat level.

Calming his mind, Ronan raised his head and looked around.

What appeared before his eyes at this moment were two narrow shell cobblestone paths, with some low houses made of wood or stone scattered on both sides of the paths. There was a small monastery on the left, and in the distance, he could see the endless blue sea level.

Qifeng Harbor.

A wizard town located on the west coast of the southern continent, similar to the original Hoddam, with wizards and mortals.

The vast majority of wizards living here are wandering apprentices.

Ronan quietly watched everything in front of him, took out a few pieces of letter paper from the space ring, lowered his head to read carefully, and then continued to walk forward in one direction.

Walking almost to the end of the street, the sea breeze blowing through the long alley became stronger, the air became more humid, and the sound of seagulls and ship horns could be heard in the distance. Ronan finally stopped in front of a shop with a narrow storefront.

Looking at the tightly closed wooden door of the shop, Ronan's eyes flickered slightly.

He walked up and saw the eye-catching brass padlock on the door, which was covered with a thin layer of dust.

Looking up and looking at the eaves of the door, a wind chime with local characteristics of Qifenggang comes into view.

Ronan waved his hand, and the wind chime hanging on the eaves of the door gently fell into his hand without making any sound, because the core of the wind chime was gone, leaving only a copper shell and a simple sunny doll made of white cotton balls and blue cloth tied to the bell.

Ronan opened the blue cloth wrapped around the white cotton ball and saw a name written in beautiful black ink behind the blue cloth - Cheryl.

Ronan pursed his lips slightly, put down the wind chimes and doll in his hands, and an indescribable emotion slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.

He seemed to be a step late.

He followed the letter from old Wells and the other two and came to Qifeng Harbor. Following the instructions in the letter, he found the pharmacy that old Wells had mentioned. However, he found that the shop was deserted. Judging from the traces of dust on the copper lock of the door, the shop had probably been closed for several months.

Did they change positions?
Or have people already left Qifeng Harbor?

Ronan didn't know.

At this time, a slightly nervous voice came from my ear.

"Would you like a glass of Fire Owl drink, sir?"

Ronan turned around and saw an embarrassed boy carrying a wooden basket.

She looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, barefoot, with curly hair, and the dark skin that is most common among people living by the sea. The large wooden frame behind her was filled with all kinds of tropical fruits.

The Fire Gull Drink that the boy mentioned is a drink with local characteristics of Qifeng Port. It is made by mixing several kinds of fruit juice and alcohol and adding fire gull blood.

Only one or two pieces of magic stone are needed for one cup.

Small vendors selling this kind of drink can be seen everywhere in Qifeng Port. Ronan shook his head kindly at the boy. He had tasted this drink and unfortunately, he could not really accept its taste.

I thought the boy would give up or continue to sell his products.

Unexpectedly, the next time the boy spoke cautiously, he asked, "Sir, are you a friend of Mr. Wells?"

Ronan was stunned when he heard this and looked at the boy in surprise.

"Do you know them?"

"Of course!"

Hearing Ronan's admission, the boy seemed to grow bolder all of a sudden. He took two steps towards Ronan and said quickly, "I spend almost two to three hourglass hours in Mr. Wells's shop every day. He likes me very much and even taught me the wizard's meditation method.
Sir, you are also a noble wizard, right?"

The boy looked up at Ronan with an expectant and admiring look.

Ronan didn't answer, but smiled and said, "Do you know where they are now?"

"do not know."

The boy shook his head and replied somewhat frustratedly: "Mr. Wells left suddenly with Miss Winnie and Cheryl, and no one knew where they went.

Before they left, they left me a letter and specifically asked me to give it to a man named."

The boy suddenly realized what was happening and slapped his forehead hard. Then he looked at Ronan with wide eyes, "Sir, may I ask your name?"

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he spoke slowly: "My name is Ronan, Ronan Damien."

"So you are the Mr. Damien they were talking about!"

the boy cried out excitedly.

(End of this chapter)