Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 333 How to pry open the door to truth without a sword
"The selection of Sons of the Deep Sea is held every five hundred years. It is an old tradition that has been passed down since the founding of Linghu."

Heliodo did not answer Ronan directly, but slowly said, "A wizard who obtains the title of Son of the Deep Sea is qualified to meet directly with the Council of Elders and has more authority than an ordinary fifth-level wizard... Of course, you know the cultivation atmosphere of the deep sea.

Every time a selection is held, there are not many wizards who are actually interested. Everyone has more meaningful things to do than to participate in this competition for false fame, even if it is to hold a banquet with unlimited supply of fine wine and enchantment potions?

But this selection is a little different from the past."

"Because of the blessing of the new prophet?"

Ronan's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but say, "I heard that if you can become the Son of the Spirit Lake, you can even ask the new prophet a question. Any question is fine."

"I almost forgot, your soul age is less than fifty, you are still very young."

Heliodo glanced at Ronan and said, "I'm sure you'll be interested in this."

"You're right."

Heliodo followed up Ronan's words and nodded, "Many people hope to receive the blessing of the prophet, so this time the selection of the Son of the Deep Sea will have many more participants than in previous years. The Council of Elders also attaches more importance to this selection, and the rewards this time will be particularly generous."

“The teacher’s advice is”

"Go try it."

Heliodo looked at him and whispered, "Go and feel it. This may be your only chance.

Don’t worry about the result, after all, you just got promoted to level 4 not long ago.”

"I listen to the teacher."

Ronan responded respectfully, then blinked and asked, "Teacher, are you not going to participate?"

"You little brat, you're still concerned about me?"

Heliodo couldn’t help but laugh and scold: “Only wizards whose soul age is under one thousand years old are eligible to sign up.

You should be beaten up hard by others to dampen your spirits so that you can concentrate on your research on potions and pharmacy when you come back.
get out! "

Heliodo waved his hand, as if he was too lazy to continue chatting with him.

Ronan said goodbye to him, greeted the silver coin, and turned to walk out the door.

After Ronan completely left the laboratory space, the smile on Heliodo's face gradually faded.

He waved his hand and held the obedient silver coin in his arms, as if he suddenly recalled something from long ago. He was lost in memories, and a look of deep loneliness and pain slowly emerged on his old face.

Ronan left Heliodonna and just arrived at the space around the lake, he saw a space gate not far away just opened.

".Just pray you don't run into me in battle, or I swear I'll beat you worse than Madam Perla's squirrel pancakes!"

"Oh, I've recorded this with my crystal! McCoy, you'd better beg me not to give it to Madam Pera, or she'll spank you hard with her hard squirrel pancakes even if you become a son of the deep sea."

"what"

Two fourth-level deep-sea wizards walked out of the door while talking and laughing.

Seeing Ronan, their conversation stopped abruptly, then they nodded to him politely and quickly walked towards the center of the lake.

"It seems that this selection of Sons of the Deep Sea has indeed attracted the attention and interest of many wizards."

Ronan looked at the two people's receding backs, his eyes flickering slightly.

During this period, the number of wizards traveling in and out of the deep sea has obviously increased a lot, and most of the topics they discuss are related to the selection of the Sons of the Deep Sea.

The selection of Sons of the Deep Sea is open only to official wizards of the Deep Sea School whose soul age is under one thousand years old.

This restriction condition has blocked most of the level five wizards. Of course, most of the level five wizards have already participated in the selection once or twice. There are not many level five wizards who are eligible to sign up for this year's selection of Sons of the Deep Sea. They can be counted on one hand.

Although Ronan had just sought Heliodo's opinion, he had actually already made up his mind.

He was not interested in the blessing of the new prophet of the Pendulum of Fate that he could obtain after becoming the Son of the Deep Sea, but he valued the opportunity to ask the new prophet the answer to a question.

"Perhaps the prophecy spell can help me find clues about the awake snake..."

Of course, in order to get the opportunity to ask questions to the new prophet, he must become the Son of the Spirit Lake. The selection of the Son of the Deep Sea is just the first stepping stone.

Ronan suppressed his thoughts, but did not return to his residence. Instead, he went straight to the outside of Linghu Lake.

After leaving Linghu Lake, he waited quietly in a remote valley. After a while, a figure slowly descended from outside the valley.

The man had long hair and a handsome face. He was wearing a blue-gray knitted robe and had an elegant and unrestrained temperament.

It was the Sky Weaver Wizard Cindyson who had helped Misha hunt him down.

"I thought you forgot our agreement."

Cindyson looked indifferent as he landed in front of him. He suddenly narrowed his eyes, and a hint of fear and complexity flashed across his face.

"You have been promoted to level four?"

Ronan nodded slightly, without further ado, he raised his hand and clenched his five fingers towards Cindyson.

A spiritual force field as powerful as a celestial body emanated from his body and instantly enveloped Cindyson.

Cindyson's pupils suddenly shrank, and his robe suddenly rose up, almost entering into a state of combat.

However, the next second Ronan's mental force field was retracted, along with a foot-long illusory nail that squeezed out from between Cindyson's eyebrows. After leaving the body, it exploded into nothingness with a "bang".

Ronan took his hand back and said calmly: "Do me a favor. After you finish, I will take out the Soul Nail for you." Cindyson's face darkened instantly and he said in a cold voice: "You want to blackmail me with this and make me work for you from now on?!"

"You think too much."

Ronan shook his head. "It's not a difficult thing. I just want you to help me pick someone up. After the task is completed, in addition to completely removing the restrictions on you, I can also pay you a certain amount of compensation."

Cindyson's expression changed for a while, and he slowly said, "Where are you going, who are you picking up?"

"South."

Ronan raised his hand and threw a simple ruby ​​ring to him. His lips moved slightly, and then he said, "When we get there, give the thing to that person. When he is ready, bring him back to see me."

Cindyson looked at the ruby ​​ring in her hand, was silent for a moment, and said, "When do we leave?"

"Now."

Ronan stretched out a finger and wrote a line of words in the air in front of him that looked like burning flames. "Let's sign the contract first."

Cindyson couldn't help but sneer and said sarcastically: "Is the contract useful to you?"

Ronan glanced at him and said calmly: "As long as it is useful to you."

Cindyson's expression froze, his face full of frustration, and the masseter muscles on both sides of his cheeks twitched.

Ronan drafted the contents of the contract, watched Cindyson sign it, and the contract came into effect, and then said with satisfaction: "Don't worry, there won't be much risk, at most it will just waste a little of your time.

Well, I wish you a safe journey.”

Cindyson said nothing and flew away.

Ronan watched him leave, then turned and walked towards Linghu Lake.

After obtaining the "Realm of the Void", the problem of the growth place of the Holy Blood Tree was solved, and Ronan considered bringing Benigo and the Holy Blood Tree to his side.

He had no time to go back to the south, so he could only find someone to do it for him.

Cindyson is a very good candidate. He is a late fourth-level wizard and is strong enough to deal with the dangers on the way there and bring Bannigo back safely.

He has the handle in his own hand, plus the constraints of the soul contract, so he is absolutely reliable.

The space ring that Ronan gave to Cindyson was the one he got from Narros. The space was large enough and should be more than enough to hold the Holy Blood Tree.

As a legendary tree species, with Benigo taking care of it, there should be no problem for the Holy Blood Tree to stay in the space ring for half a year.

Now that a major issue was resolved, Ronan felt a lot more relieved.

When they returned to their residence at Linghu, the crypt dwarves who were working at the door immediately came up to greet them, shouting.

Compared with before, this place has been planted with green apple trees. Ronan now practices almost entirely in the foggy space. This private residence is mainly used to conceal his whereabouts, so Arrietty can do whatever she wants with it.

Entering the foggy space, he saw a lot more green on the more than ten hectares of fertile black soil. The flower and grass seeds he had sown before were already sprouting and growing, presenting a vibrant scene.

At first glance, Ronan felt much better.

Ronan was the only one in the entire foggy space. The high walls with white fog flowing on all four sides and the lush fields of hope gave people an infinite sense of peace and tranquility.

Huge, empty, and undisturbed, it surpasses many dedicated meditation rooms.

Sitting cross-legged casually in an area specially used for spell practice near a high white mist wall on one side, Ronan began to think about his next plan.

The sobering potion is crucial to the practice of [Spirit Heart Amber], and [Spirit Heart Amber] is the key to his promotion to level five and impact on the eight-star Yuan Ling, so he will definitely go all out for the position of Son of the Deep Sea.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will soon "fall out" with Misha. Given Misha's personality, it would not be surprising if he did anything crazy once he discovered that he was "betrayed".

"When I arranged for Cindyson to try to kill me, who was only level three, I should have expected this result."

Ronan took out the "elemental water" he had refined from Heliodo during the day and threw it on the ground casually.

The crystal bottle broke, and with a sharp scream, a fire element whose whole body was made of flames jumped out of the bottle screaming. In a blink of an eye, it expanded several times and turned into a three or four meter tall fire giant.

Then it began to roar and run around Ronan, leaving flaming footprints on the ground.

Ronan had a blank expression on his face as a rich aura of magic surged out of his body. Golden cracks opened up above his head and magma leaked out, forming a river of hot gold beneath him.

Titanium condenses into a huge golden image of Lingmaya, and gold sings the ancient song.
"Does magic have no meaning?"

There was gold flowing in Ronan's pupils, and his whole body exuded an indescribable dignity and majesty.

"Teacher, you are wrong"

"With a belly full of knowledge but no sword in hand, how can one protect himself and pry open the tightly closed door of the Temple of Truth..."

Amid the murmurs, the fire element suddenly rushed towards the huge golden body behind Ronan like a moth to a flame.

"boom!"

A ball of flame burst out, and red rune patterns like ruby ​​suddenly appeared on the golden Lingmayafa's body.

At this moment, Ronan seemed to catch some sudden inspiration.

His eyes moved slightly, and he closed his eyes. The energy fused from the five realms of magic continued to overflow and diffuse around him, and a trace of mysterious aura flowed.

The golden spirit Maya Dharmakaya behind him also seemed to begin to undergo some deeper and more miraculous changes.
(End of this chapter)