Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 269 Seventy-two years! The eleventh spiritual power crystal!

Ronan could sense that the golden ladybug was slowly draining away his soul power.

But the amount absorbed is very small, and because of the master-servant contract, he can interrupt this behavior at any time.

This looks like a way for the other party to regain his energy.

Ronan did not "disturb" the other party's absorption, but instead felt relaxed.

Even simple communication of consciousness can exhaust his energy, and he needs to rely on himself to "survive". It is obvious that Alazan's soul has weakened to a very low level. No wonder he is willing to sign the master-servant contract.

Ronan actually wasn't very opposed to the fact that there was an ancient grandfather's soul in his body.

As the chief of the ancient wizards, Alazan, apart from the inheritance of spells and souls, his experience and wisdom are also an incomparable wealth.

Now that the contract has been signed, the initiative is entirely in Ronan's hands. If he thinks of a way, the benefits he can "squeeze" out of Alazan may be much more than he imagined.

“Respect can be given openly, but we still need to be on guard against it secretly.”

"This old antique has lived for who knows how many years, and his hidden wisdom and methods are far beyond my reach."

It may not be accurate to describe Ronan's current situation with Alazan as "seeking the skin of a tiger".

But he never believed that there was such a thing as a free lunch in the world. The more advantages he had in a situation, the more cautious he needed to be.

After thinking calmly, Ronan took out a paper blue bird from the space ring, rubbed it gently in his hands, and soon, the paper bird "came to life" and turned into a real blue bird and quickly flew out of the cave.

This was the communication tool that Costi gave him when he left the south. It was used to contact the wizards of the "Elemental Ring".

Now that Evaqui's affairs are settled, Ronan should prepare to set off for the Elemental Ring.

He checked the map and found that his current location was actually very close to the Life Court Empire, but he was not sure where the Elemental Ring was in the Life Court. If he hurried on his own, he didn't know how long it would take.

The bluebird flies out, and after receiving a reply, it will come back again.

This process takes a varying amount of time depending on the length of the journey, and is far less convenient and quick than using a communication stone. However, the advantage is that communication no longer requires reliance on a communication tower; information can be properly delivered no matter where or how far away it is.

After sending out the summons, Ronan once again reviewed his current situation.

The physical injuries have almost healed, but the life energy consumed has not yet fully recovered.

The battle in the Spirit Space proved that the idea of ​​using the [Spiral Palace] to strengthen the body was indeed feasible, and the effect even far exceeded Ronan's original expectations.

And this is just the [first level of the Snail Palace]. Theoretically speaking, the [Snail Palace] system obtained from the "Corn Bone Demon Snail" can be infinitely superimposed.

[One-layer Snail Palace], [Double-layer Snail Palace]... [Ten-layer Snail Palace], [Hundred-layer Snail Palace]... and even [Ten Thousand-layer Snail Palace]!
The devil's maze has no end!
As his strength grows, Ronan now needs to practice more and more inheritances, both those on the character panel and those not displayed on the panel.

Time has always been precious, and as he calmed down and prepared to embark on his practice, his mind was involuntarily attracted by the black dandelion that came with Alazan in his consciousness space.

After hesitating, Ronan finally couldn't resist his strong curiosity and couldn't help but touch it lightly with his consciousness.

A black petal fell from the dandelion.

In an instant, Ronan's consciousness was quickly "sucked" into the petals.

"Ronan!"

"Ronan!"

Hearing the clear voices of children calling him, Ronan forced himself to open his eyes.

The warm sunlight shone directly on his face, making the light particularly dazzling.

"He's awake! He's awake!!"

"I was so scared, I thought this guy was dead!"

"What an idiot! He actually fell off the haystack and landed on his head..."

Amidst a burst of cheers mixed with disdain and mockery, Ronan finally saw clearly the surroundings around him.

He was lying on a mat made of wheat straw, surrounded by a number of dirty, malnourished, and young faces.

A small face covered with red freckles was very close to him, and the thick yellow snot hanging under its nose was almost falling onto his nose.

Ronan stood up suddenly, and this action brought back a feeling of extreme discomfort and weakness.

Soon, he was shocked to find that he had "shrunk" back to the body of a child.

His hands and feet are thin, and he looks no more than six or seven years old.

"Damn it!"

Ronan's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly.

"Alazan!"

He uttered a name through gritted teeth.

He was suddenly "reborn" into a child of six or seven years old. No need to guess, it must be Alazan's doing.

Before he lost consciousness, he just tried to touch the black dandelion flower that Alazan left in his consciousness space, representing the inheritance of the soul.

Facing Alazan, he thought he had been cautious enough, but unexpectedly, he still fell into the opponent's trap!
"What is this guy talking about? Is his brain damaged?"

"Oh! The swineherd's little Ronan has a broken brain! The swineherd's little Ronan has a broken brain!"

"Looks like I have to call him Fool Ronan from now on!"

"Fool Ronan!"

The children gathered in a circle saw Ronan's strange behavior and all showed gloating expressions. They laughed around him for a while, and then ran away happily.

It was as if he was eager to convey this message to everyone.

Only one person was left.

It was the freckled child who almost dripped her snot onto Ronan's face. When she started talking, Ronan realized that this skinny, pale-faced girl with a messy golden mess of hair was actually a girl.

"Luo Luonan, did you really fall and become stupid?"

The freckled girl wanted to reach out and touch Ronan's head with a worried look on her face, but after Ronan quickly dodged her palm, she immediately burst into tears.

“Wow – Gina is going to marry a fool!

Gina doesn’t want to be the bride of a stupid pig farmer! ..”

Ronan tried to calm the girl down, but she just kept crying harder and harder, avoiding him as if he were the plague.

Ronan simply didn't bother to care about her anymore. He covered his aching head and walked away with a sullen face.

into the night.

The night sky is filled with stars.

"How come he's so stupid, he's a good kid? Let's take him to the vet tomorrow. He helped us cure old Peak's problem of not eating last time. Maybe he has a solution for Ronan's problem?" "Yes, he even took away half of the pig's offal for this! I don't have any extra food to pay for him to see a doctor, so I'm going to treat someone else this time."

"But we can't just watch Ronan become an idiot, can we? My poor child, wuwu."

"As long as I can learn to be a qualified swineherd, what does it matter if my brain is good or bad? Go to sleep, damn it, this life is bad enough, don't make me feel bad about such a small thing."

From the dark mud house came the sounds of men's complaints and women's cries. Ronan lay in the dirty and smelly pigsty, with his pillow made of wet straw, looking up at the starry sky above his head.

His face was as gloomy as water, and his mood was almost terrible.

Everything around him was so real, and after half a day of "exploration", he understood his current identity.

His name was Ronan, the son of pigherd Ronan. He had no surname, and no one in this poor and backward village had a surname.

When the man in the house who is unwilling to give half of the pig's offal in exchange for a healthy head for his son dies, he will inherit the prefix "Swineherd" and become the new Swineherd Ronan.

At that time, he might have already had his own son, who might have been named Ronan, or might have had another name. None of this mattered!
The important thing is - during this half day, he tried to meditate and tried all the basic methods as a wizard, but there was no response.

Not to mention the complex and advanced [Ancient Star Meditation Method], he couldn't even perform the [Basic Meditation Technique] which he had mastered to the point of becoming an instinct.

He also couldn't sense any trace of free energy particles in the air.

even
Even the character panel that had been closely bound to him since he traveled through time had disappeared!

"What kind of ancient and strange method could allow a soul that is so old and almost decayed to so easily take away the powerful will of a third-level peak wizard?!"

Ronan murmured, reaching out to the night sky, as if he could catch the stars in his hands.

Suddenly, he felt an even greater sense of panic in his heart.

"Or..."

"Everything I experienced before, related to wizards, was just a dream before the real time travel came?!"

"Or... even the time travel was fake, and from the beginning to the end, I was just a swineherd's son? Is everything now the real truth?!"

These two speculations made Ronan almost tremble. There was nothing in the world that frightened him more than this.

Everything he was once familiar with abandoned him, and he fell into an indescribable despair.

He was extremely sad and confused. Everything around him was like a sharp sword piercing his heart.

He tried to curl up, avoiding the omnipresent cold and darkness, his ten fingers sank deep into his dirty, clumped hair, scratching his scalp again and again until it bled.
Until dawn, the first ray of morning light fell on the small figure in the pigsty.

Ronan raised his head, his bloodshot eyes looking towards the direction of the rising sun, and suddenly a fire was ignited by the sunlight!
The confusion and despair were swept away at this moment, and Ronan stood up.

He walked out of the pigsty, ran out of the village, and in the morning mist, barefoot, he walked step by step towards the golden distance.
On this day, something big happened in the village - the pigherd's son suddenly disappeared after breaking his head, and never came back. For this, the blacksmith's daughter Gina cried sadly for a whole afternoon, because she became a "widow" at the age of six.

From then on, there appeared a homeless child named "Ronan Damien" on this land.

In the second year, people called him a "thief", a "pickpocket", and a "shameless thief".

In the third year, he became a young and clumsy bard again.

Later, the bard joined the adventure group and became an apprentice mercenary whose height was not even as high as the hilts of others' swords.

after that.
Many years have passed, with gray hair at the temples. Ronan, who was revered as a "legend" by his admirers, cursed as a "mad dog" by his haters, and mocked as a "charlatan" by those who like to do good things, never gave up his pursuit of everything about wizards for a long time. After the countless and last attempt at meditation in his life, Ronan finally died slowly beside the burning campfire, holding his tattered sword.

"This body...maybe it really doesn't have the potential to become a wizard."

In his dying moments, Ronan whispered the words he had said to himself countless times.

In a trance, he saw a beautiful golden ladybug, like a shooting star or a firework, quickly passing in front of his eyes.
"rustle--"

In the quiet and secluded cave, Ronan slowly opened his eyes.

A brief moment of confusion flashed across his blue, clear eyes like gemstones, and then emerged a trace of deep vicissitudes that was completely inconsistent with his appearance.

Ronan's lips twitched slightly. He just felt thirsty and hungry. It felt like he hadn't eaten or drunk anything for a long time.

But these physical discomforts could not affect his inner satisfaction and joy at the moment.

"I"

"Finally home."

The voice that came out of his mouth was hoarse and dry, but it revealed an unprecedented persistence and determination.

An old voice slowly sounded in his mind.

"You shouldn't have tried this while I wasn't around"

Ronan didn't say anything, the voice paused, and then continued with some complexity: "But your performance is indeed far beyond my expectations.

Most wizards who are practicing spiritual cultivation for the first time will not be able to bear the blow in the first to three years of the "reincarnation dream", their will will collapse and they will choose to commit suicide.
The best performing one only lasted until the fifth year."

"How long was I in there?"

Ronan opened his mouth, as if asking a completely irrelevant question.

Alazan was silent for a while, and after a moment, he replied: "Seventy-two years."

"Has it been that long?"

Ronan murmured, the vicissitudes and sense of time in his eyes were gradually washed away bit by bit, and the high spirits and vigor of youth re-emerged.

He looked around and saw a paper blue bird lying crookedly on the mud nearby.

Ronan reached out and picked up the blue bird. After reading the reply message from it, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "How long has it been in reality?"

"Seventy-two days. Two months."

"two months"

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he said calmly: "So, this is your core inheritance as the leader of all spirit wizards?
"Spiritual Amber", the effect is to let me have a dream as long as 72 years in two months? The benefit is just that my will as a wizard has become much stronger."

"hehe."

A beautiful golden ladybug flew out of Ronan's body and danced wantonly in front of his eyes, and Alazan's laughter rang in his ears.

"benefit?
Your harvest is just beginning now.”

As soon as Alazan finished speaking, the next moment, a strange and huge soul energy suddenly surged out from somewhere deep inside Ronan's body.

Carrying with him seventy-two years of experience as "Ronan, the swineherd's son", every frame and every picture suddenly merged into his soul.

"Click——"

In just a moment, his consciousness space
The eleventh spiritual power crystal quietly takes shape! !

This chapter, supplement.

(End of this chapter)