Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 329: The inheritance of space magic, the Minotaur is a capable person!

Ronan remembered that Kosti had mentioned this to him when they were in the Silver Ring.

The main purpose of these silver magic ring masters coming to the south was to find the treasure, the Mirror of the Void, which was lost in the ancient Mirror Garden.

When Ronan picked up the silver dressing mirror, he inexplicably thought of the "Mirror of the Void".

There is a close relationship between the Minotaur's Labyrinth and the owner of the Secret Garden, and the Secret Garden is also related to the Ancient Mirror Court. The Minotaur's treasure is a mirror.
No wonder Ronan had such a guess.

But what is the truth?
"Who knows?"

Ronan shook his head and carefully examined the silver mirror in his hand.

Judging from the appearance alone, this silver mirror is quite similar to the many mirror-like magical tools that originally flowed out of the Ancient Mirror Garden. The only difference is that the back of the mirror does not have the iconic pattern of the Ancient Mirror Garden, but instead has countless condensed and flowing gray mists. Looking closely, it seems as if you have fallen into the Minotaur's labyrinth in the next second.

The front of the mirror is like a pool of clear water that is condensed but not dispersed. It is very clear and exudes a strong obscure and mysterious atmosphere, which belongs to the mysterious atmosphere of space.

Ronan tried to slowly infiltrate his spiritual power.
"Shh-"

He suddenly appeared in another dimension.

Snow-white and bright.

In contrast, there is dark, soft, fertile soil underfoot.

The air was filled with a thick, milky fog.

Ronan gently pushed away the white mist in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and walked in one direction.

After about an hourglass's time, Ronan touched an invisible "wall" in the thick fog.

"It's over."

Ronan knocked on the air wall in front of him and found that his mental power could not penetrate it.

Just as I was about to change direction and continue exploring, suddenly a faint voice slowly floated over from the fog.

In the corner where the moonlight cannot reach
The stone walls whisper an ancient curse
Every step is a crack in time

Whose shadow was swallowed?

Ronan listened attentively and felt that it was an ancient ballad.

It seemed like a child was singing, the voice was tender and clear.

Unknown space, everything unknown, the sound of nursery rhymes coming out of the fog is more or less a bit creepy.

Ronan hesitated for a while, but finally decided to go in the direction where the singing came from.

Finally, at some point, Ronan cleared the fog and the voice in his ears suddenly became clear.

Then he saw a little boy of about four or five years old, wearing a brown vest, breeches and leather boots, with blond hair cut to his ears, sitting on a red wooden horse on the black wet mud ground, rocking and singing, and occasionally letting out bursts of cheerful laughter.

The walls are moving, the roads are deforming,

Echo! Echo!
Lost one, you are nowhere to be found.

When Ronan appeared, the mysterious ancient ballad had just reached its end and the sound suddenly stopped.

When the blond boy on the red wooden horse saw Ronan, a bright smile immediately appeared on his face.

He quickly got off the wooden horse and waved to Ronan enthusiastically.

It was as if he had been here, waiting for Ronan for a very long time.

Ronan's eyes flickered as he walked towards the boy step by step.

When he walked up to the boy, the boy naturally grabbed his hand, pointed to the red wooden horse beside him, and said, "Do you want to sit on it?"

The boy looked at Ronan eagerly, an expectant and pleading look on his porcelain-smooth face.

Ronan couldn't refuse, so after thinking about it, he nodded and sat down on the wooden horse.

"Crunch - crunch -"

The wooden red horse made a slight sound of being unable to bear the weight after an adult like Ronan sat on it. Ronan carefully controlled the rhythm of the shaking, fearing that the horse would be broken.

The blond boy seemed very happy and clapped his hands excitedly.

After rocking on the wooden horse for a while, Ronan stopped and tentatively asked the blond boy next to him: "Minotaur?"

The latter seemed to not hear his question at all, but grabbed his hand again and said impatiently: "I'll take you to visit my room."

Ronan was pulled by the blond boy, stood up from the red wooden horse, and ran towards the side of the fog.

The boy seemed very anxious. He held Ronan's hand and kept saying, "It's too late. It's almost too late."

"Too late for what?"

Ronan couldn't help but ask, but the boy ignored him and just kept reciting to himself.

The two of them were running through the thick fog, and they didn't know how long they had been running before the boy leading the way suddenly stopped.

Ronan was startled, and then he saw the boy turn around and look at him with a lost expression.

"There's not enough time. We can only wait until next time."

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he squatted down and was about to say something comforting to the boy, but the next second he was hugged by the boy.

He hugged Ronan's neck tightly, as if reluctant to part with him.

He put his mouth to Ronan's ear and whispered, "He chose you, he chose you, so I have no choice but to choose you. Don't let us down."

Before Ronan could react, the boy in his arms dispersed like mist. A silver light emerged from the mist and then flew quickly towards Ronan's forehead.

In an instant, Ronan felt a huge torrent of information suddenly rushing into his mind.

Countless mysteries and knowledge related to space flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope.

Ronan felt such a severe pain as if his soul was about to be torn apart that he fainted in an instant.

"A rustling--"

Ronan felt something soft and fluffy brushing against his cheek, and a slightly stimulating sensation continued to come from the tip of his nose.

He couldn't help sneezing and woke up from his sleep.

A few squirrels ran away from him in panic, the sun shone warmly on his body, and the air was filled with the faint smell of grass.

Ronan raised himself up, some fallen leaves and grass debris fell from his body, and he sat on the lush grass, falling into a trance for a moment.

"Out?"

"How long have I been asleep?"

He recognized that this was the place where he and Molly were chased and blocked by two level five wizards.

But Molly, the Abyss Bull Demon Babli, the Level 5 Wizard Monster, Narros, the Mirror of the Void, the blond boy... everything that happened in the Minotaur Labyrinth seemed like an extremely real dream.

His head was still dizzy, Ronan rubbed his brows with his hand, staggered up from the ground, and then it took him three full days to return to Linghu.

Ran straight back to his residence.

When he opened the door, Arrietty, who was directing a group of gnomes to till the fields, exclaimed "Ah!" and rushed over in great surprise when she saw him.

"How long have I been out?"

While Ronan was questioning Arrietty, he took out several communication props from the space ring and checked them one by one.

He was slightly relieved after getting Arrietty's reply of "half a year".

"Half a year... okay, not that long."

Arrietty took great pains to fetch a pile of thick parchment and placed it in front of him. She complained to him angrily that during the six months he had been away, the vicious woman had come twice and almost broke the door.
Of course Ronan knew who Arrietty was talking about, Hathaway, but he simply didn't have the energy to care about it right now.

He picked up the parchment that Arrietty had brought him and glanced at it, and found that it was a copy she had made of all the news that the "Spirit Lake Postman" had delivered in the past six months.

Every scrap of parchment was covered with Arrietty's newly learned handwriting.

Ronan simply thanked Arrietty, then threw away the parchments and went straight into his meditation room.

He now urgently needs to figure out what happened to him during the time he was unconscious.

In the meditation room, Ronan's mind sank.

In the consciousness space, Alazan kept sending signals that he wanted to communicate with him.

Ronan ignored it for the moment, all his attention focused on the new thing in his mind.

It's a silver mirror.

It was in the shape of a full moon, with all sorts of exquisite and intricate patterns interwoven around the edges. One side was bright, while the other side was still filled with gray mist.

Perhaps this is what the "Mirror of the Void" really looks like.

The silver mirror exudes an extremely ancient and obscure aura. Wisps of mystery hang down from the mirror, like leaking silver sands, constantly merging into the spiritual power core directly below, coating the originally dark gold core with a layer of deep and mysterious silver glow.

Ronan could clearly sense that streams of space-related knowledge and mysteries were constantly entering his mind, slowly forming a system of inheritance.

Within the dark gold core, the elemental spirituality belonging to the space system is also increasing rapidly, and the foundation is becoming thicker.

These inherited knowledge and mysteries have been slowly changing the effects of his several soul seals related to space spells. In his mind, the outline of a true space spell is slowly taking shape.

"The Minotaur is a good person. He really gives the inheritance."

Ronan murmured, and then recalled the words that the blond boy in the mirror said to him before he lost consciousness.

[He chose you, he chose you, I have no choice but to choose you. Don't let us down. ]

"Who are those two?"

"us."

Who on earth had chosen him?
And it seems that there is more than one person who chose him.
Ronan subconsciously thought of the owner of the mysterious garden. He should be the only one who had a clear relationship with the Minotaur.

If the Minotaur and the owner of the secret garden are not the same person, then who is the third person?

A wizard from the Court of Ancient Mirrors?

Ronan couldn't figure it out, so he could only put this question aside for the time being and try to touch the "Mirror of the Void" with his mental power again.

Let's just call it the "Mirror of the Void".

At the moment the mental power touched, the bright side of the silver mirror suspended in Ronan's consciousness space immediately burst out with a strong silver light, followed by a huge suction force emanating from the mirror.

The scene before his eyes changed for a while, and when Ronan came to his senses, he found himself once again in the foggy space where he had met the blond boy Minotaur before.

(End of this chapter)