Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 300: Mixia, Contract, More Debts Than Burden

This is an ancient and primitive land with mountains, streams, valleys and forests.

The wild fog rose up, and a strange black bird with its body on fire flew out from the mysterious valley, tearing through the clouds and flying rapidly.

When passing through a rolling mountain range, the mountain suddenly cracked from the bottom, and a terrifying giant beast like a rock turtle crawled out from the ground, roared, and stretched out its sharp claws to pull the strange bird down from the sky.

This is just the beginning.

After the giant rock turtle suddenly rose up, a giant dragon lurking on the glacier rose up, spewing frost and joining the battle.

The forest pulsed, and towering ancient tree men rose from the ground, releasing countless python-like vines.

No matter whether it was a rock turtle, a giant dragon or a tree man, the only target of their attack was a strange black bird with its whole body ablaze with flames.

This was a premeditated ambush. Three giant beasts besieged the black bird. The four giant beasts fought in a group. The earth collapsed, the river stopped flowing, and the forest melted.
Even though the black monster bird was extremely majestic and its strength far exceeded that of any of the three beasts, it was still gradually defeated and fell into a disadvantage under the siege of the three.

That's when.

"Danglu——"

A clear and firm voice, like heavenly music, fell from the clouds, accompanied by a complex glowing totem like a flame.

The totem merged into the body of the black monster bird. The originally weak black monster bird immediately became more powerful and instantly spewed out pure black raging flames, directly engulfing the three giant beasts in front of it.

The three giant beasts turned into ashes with unwilling howls, but did not leave any debris. Instead, they turned into three exquisite cards engraved with patterns of "Giant Turtle", "Ice Dragon" and "Ancient Tree Man", which soared into the air and rose into the clouds.

Finally it fell into the hands of three different people.

It turns out that all this happened on a specially made sandbox, and the four wild beasts fighting hard were just small chess pieces on the sandbox.

"Lost again"

There were three wizards standing beside the sand table, each of them had a young and outstanding appearance, wearing exquisite and gorgeous robes, and exuding a powerful aura of the fourth-level dawn. Although they looked a little depressed, it was difficult to conceal their outstanding temperament as the chosen ones of heaven.

"Misha!"

Someone called out a name with deep admiration.

"In the entire Spirit Lake, oh no, it should be the entire Destiny Empire, there is probably no other wizard whose attainments in Magic Spirit Cards are higher than yours."

"Besides Mixia, who else can use an ordinary [Black Domain Bird] to such an amazing effect?"

"Mixia..."

Misha! Misha!
The three people's endless praises all pointed to the same name, and their eyes were focused in the same direction.

On the other side of the sandbox, there was a dazzling young man.

The boy has a handsome appearance, with short hair that fades from blue to gold, flowing like mercury.

He was wearing the same gorgeous blue and gold robe, with one foot casually resting on the large, tall metal seat.

He seemed to have some kind of brilliant aura, was full of confidence, and had the temperament of a natural leader. No matter where he went, he would become the focus of the space.

"It's just a game to kill time. There's no point in talking about accomplishments."

The boy lazily leaned back in the seat and said calmly: "But if you want to play well, you still need a little bit of skills, hard work, and..."

The boy tapped his temple lightly with his finger.

"Brain."

The smiles on the faces of the three young wizards froze, revealing a hint of embarrassment.

"All right."

The young man stood up from his chair, fluttering his robes, and recasting the sand table. The arrogant cry of the Black Domain Bird rang out in the mist.

"Come with me again."

The young man looked at the three people with disdain, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and chuckled: "This time, I will give you three another hourglass time."

The three nodded and just as they summoned their own decks of monsters and put them into the sandbox, someone appeared and quickly walked to their side. He reported to the boy in a low voice: "Mixia, Cindyson of the Sky Weaver is here."

"Oh?"

The young man's eyes moved slightly, and he gently raised his hand, motioning the other three to put away the sand table, and said lightly: "Let him in."

"Yes."

After a moment, a middle-aged man wearing a dark green robe and with an indifferent temperament appeared in the space.

"Cindyson, you really should turn to the dark side and become a 'Cutter'. I have never seen an 'agent' who can do things as efficiently and neatly as you do."

Sitting upright on a metal chair, Misha laughed and talked to the visitor. He was like a young king, his flowing blue-gold hair was his crown, and he exuded the aura of a natural leader.

Mixia raised his right hand, and a small space ring was spinning in his palm.

"Show me the proof of killing that man, and I will pay you the rest of the reward now."

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "I didn't kill him."

Mixia's eyes suddenly turned cold and the smile on her face gradually faded.

"Then what are you doing back here? Don't tell me that you, a Sky Weaver, a Level 4 Late Dawn, can't handle a Level 3 with a mere three stars in soul qualification."

Mixia held the ring in her hand and snorted coldly.

“His combat power is not weak, and he can rival a true Dawn Wizard.

It took me some effort to get it.”

The middle-aged man replied expressionlessly, "I came back for other reasons."

"Other reasons?"

Mixia frowned slightly, and then the middle-aged man took out a few things and slowly began to speak.

As the middle-aged man spoke, the expression on Mixia's face gradually became strange. In the end, only some blue-gold light was seen flowing quickly in his eyes.

"Did he really say that?"

After the middle-aged man finished his story, Mixia, who was sitting on the chair, spoke slowly.

"I brought the soul contract he wrote personally. You can read it for yourself."

The middle-aged man casually threw a parchment scroll toward Mixia. The parchment scroll automatically unfolded in mid-air, and finally ignited without wind when it was about to approach Mixia, leaving behind a series of sharp handwritings in the air that looked like burning flames.

Mixia narrowed her eyes and read the words line by line, then glanced to the side and said lightly: "Zorn, I remember that your authority in the Spirit Contract Hall is not low."

One of the three young wizards who had played magic cards with Mixia immediately understood what he meant and took out a fist-sized crystal ball from his space ring.

He stared at the crystal ball, chanted a specific spell, and his eyes quickly moved across the surface of the crystal ball like turning pages of a book.

After a moment, the young wizard raised his head, nodded and said, "Yes, the aura of the soul power is exactly the same as the two contracts he signed when he entered the sect.

Written by Ronan Damien himself."

Mixia retracted her gaze, narrowed her eyes, and looked through the soul contract in the void at the middle-aged man not far away.

"I am willing to take the risk of violating the agreement to inform him of my existence, and even take the initiative to act as a mouthpiece.
Cindyson, it seems he has done you a lot of good things."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he did not answer, but his eyelids twitched slightly.

"There is no problem with the soul aura and the content of the contract, but..."

Misha stretched out her hand and stroked her smooth and sharp chin, and said thoughtfully: "This Ronan Damien offered his loyalty so straightforwardly and expressed his complete submission to me. I always feel that something is not right."

"Of course there are conditions."

The middle-aged man took out a rune stone and threw it to Mixia.

Mixia took it, penetrated with her mental power to investigate, her eyes flickered, and after a moment, she slowly nodded.

“That makes sense.”

Misha casually threw the rune stone to the three wizards beside him.

The three of them took turns reading it, and soon someone expressed dissatisfaction.

"He's just a mere third-level wizard. Who does he think he is? How dare he ask us for so many things?"

"It looks like the materials needed to build the Dawn Ascension Array, but the resources required are too much, seven or eight times more than the normal specifications."

"Since it's selling my body, it's normal to ask for a higher price."

Mixia, who was sitting at the head of the table, tapped the armrest of the chair with her fingertips and said calmly, "The bigger his appetite, the more reassured I am about him."

"Mixia, you don't really want to sign this contract?"

A young wizard asked with a frown.

"why not?"

Mixia pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled to herself, "He was able to get an unprecedented ten-star rating in the knowledge level, even Juventus, who carries the blood of the Black Wizard King, was outshined by him. He must have some talents that ordinary people cannot reach.
It would be such a pity to kill it like this. It would be best if I could use it.

Once Ronan Damien grows up, I will have a better grasp on the Son of the Deep Sea.

Moreover, I will compete for the position of Holy Son of Spirit Lake in the future, and the power I have now is still insufficient."

Mixia calmly raised a finger, used the power of her own soul as ink, and simply signed her own name on the soul contract in front of her.

The contract was concluded, and all the words turned into flames and burned. Two butterfly-like ashes flew out of the flames, one disappeared into the void, and the other was gently hidden in one of Misha's fingernails.

"But his soul aptitude is indeed a big problem. He asked me for so many resources, probably to make more preparations for his promotion."

Mixia thought for a moment, then quickly said to someone, "Calculate the time, the Silent Corridor will soon open.

Give him a spot, Zorn, and send him the resources when the time comes."

"Yes."

After explaining a series of things, Mixia's gaze fell back on Cindyson.

He casually threw the ring he had been holding to the other party and said with a smile: “You did a good job this time, Cindyson.

Next time something similar happens, I will come to you again."

Cindyson snorted, put away the ring, turned around and left.

Only after completely walking out of the Spirit Lake Secret Realm did Cindyson's cold face show a hint of trance.

"It turned out to be exactly as he expected."

In fact, the final achievement of the matter did not surprise Cindyson. After all, the conditions were there, and even if he was Mixia, he would most likely sign the contract.

What really amazed Cindyson was Ronan's behavior and decision-making.

He clearly possessed such terrifying combat power that could easily crush a late-stage fourth-level wizard like him, yet he handed over his soul to Misha so readily and easily!
"If he didn't hide a trap in the contract that is difficult for ordinary people to detect, then he has special means to circumvent the conditions of the soul contract."

Thinking of the three strange soul nails deeply embedded in his body, Cindyson felt that the second possibility was more likely.

But no matter which possibility it was, he could be sure of one thing - "Foolish" thought he was in control of everything, and Mixia who signed a contract with him was bound to be in trouble!
"The true form of a tiger or leopard, but in the appearance of a sheep, with a city as deep as a spiritual lake"

"That guy probably only has a little time left, and he still has a chance to soar to the sky."

Cindyson muttered to himself, shook his head, and quickly left with a grim look on his face.

The guy said that the restriction on his soul nail would be removed in the third month after things were completely accomplished. Three months was too long, and he did not completely believe in the other party's promise. Before that, he had to think of a way to see if he could pull out the "nail" in his soul by his own means.

He never wanted to experience that kind of pain that penetrated his soul again in his life.

Between the rolling mountains, Ronan flew through the air with a calm expression.

Suddenly, he stopped and watched as an ash-like soul mark slowly fell from the void in front of him and finally merged into his body.
Gently landed on a beautiful golden ladybug in the consciousness space.

"The contract was reached"

Ronan blinked, and at the same time, he also received a message from Cindyson, a fourth-level wizard of Sky Weaver.

"Boy."

Alazan's cold voice echoed in his mind.

"I'll carry it for you again."

"No debt is too great a burden, my dear Alazan."

Ronan said casually: "This kind of contract has no effect on you at all."

(End of this chapter)