Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 336: Entering the Tower for the Second Time, Why Are You Like This?!
"I still hope you don't focus your energy on meaningless people and things. I am old, but you are still young and have unlimited possibilities."

Mrs. Meier caressed Hathaway's cheek, raised her head and looked in one direction.

"You don't mean Misha, do you?"

Hathaway noticed where Mrs. Meier's eyes were looking, and said in a speechless and disdainful tone, "He is just a brainless egomaniac..."

Mrs. Meier showed a helpless expression and said nothing more.

"Heliodo!"

A deep and rich male voice drew Ronan's wandering gaze back. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw two figures with fluttering robes walking straight towards him and Heliodo.

The leader was older, with graying hair on the temples and a short beard. His hair looked like it had been carefully groomed, and every strand was shiny. He had a dignified and elegant temperament, and exuded a powerful force field of a fifth-level wizard.

Following behind him was a young man with narrow eyes, very thin lips, and a very arrogant look.

"It was Valentine and his disciples."

Ronan heard Heliodo say something in a low voice, and his expression didn't seem to be very good.

Ronan felt as if he had heard the name Valentine somewhere before. Before he could remember, the two people opposite him had already approached.

"Heliodo!"

The dignified and elegant wizard called out Heliodo's name in a low voice, and then looked the two of them up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.

In front of him, Heliodo was completely outshined and could only save face by snorting coldly.

"This is the new disciple you accepted some time ago."

The elegant wizard smiled at Ronan. Ronan was about to bow politely, but he heard the next sentence: "It doesn't look that good."

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"It's not your turn to give orders to my disciples!"

Heliodo had a grim look on his face and stood in front of Ronan.

"Are you still angry about what happened last time? Haha."

The elegant wizard smiled calmly and said, "Who told you to schedule the apprentice banquet during that time? Black Moon has always been very interested in the 'Intelligent Spores' experimental project and plans to invest some resources. You know, as the initiator of this project and the president of the 'Mycelium Society', I must go there.
You are still the same as before, Heliodo, with such shortsightedness and narrow mind."

"Shut up! I didn't say that's why I did it."

"Haha, look, you're anxious again."

“@%…&*”

Looking at Heliodor who was aroused to a "red temperature" by just a few words, Ronan finally remembered why he felt the name Valentine sounded familiar.

"Mycelium Society", "Smart Spores"...isn't this the "Deep Sea Pie" plan that he had heard so much about some time ago? It turns out that the founder is the person in front of him.

Heliodorus and Valentine were obviously old rivals, and they started arguing after just a few words.

But compared to Valentine's calmness and ease, who could break Heliodoro's defense with just a few words, Heliodoro's counterattack seemed too weak, and was mostly filled with helpless rage.

"I remembered."

Suddenly, Valentine, who was bickering with Heliodo, suddenly changed the subject to Ronan, "This is the little fellow you 'picked up' during the entrance test that no one dared to take. The highest ten-star rating in the history of the Tower of Knowledge."

Valentine stared at Ronan for a few seconds, then turned to Heliodor and said, "I can probably guess why you brought him to the selection. How about this, Heliodor, let's make a bet..."

Heliodo looked at him coldly, "What's the bet?"

"Let's bet on who can be wrong, him or my disciple Forenza!"

Valentine shook his head, "I'm at a huge disadvantage, I almost fell into your trap.

We need to discuss the details of the bet carefully."

The two level five consciousness waves connected fiercely. Ronan watched Heliodoro and Valentine fly to one side at the same time, as if they were going to discuss something unknown.

As soon as he turned around, he saw the young wizard following Valentine coming closer with the same arrogant attitude as Valentine.

The young man looked at Ronan, sneered with contempt, and said word by word: "Your mentor is not as good as my teacher in any aspect."

Ronan was silent for a moment, then replied, "I think you are right."

"Uh"

The young man was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Ronan to react like this.

"wrong."

He shook his head and regained his train of thought. "I want to say that your mentor Heliodo is not good in every aspect. He is the worst fifth-level wizard in the entire deep sea and is far inferior to my teacher."

"I know."

Ronan nodded and said calmly: "Otherwise he wouldn't have taken a fancy to me and accepted me as his disciple, don't you think?"

"you you."

The young wizard named Forensa was completely "shocked" and looked at Ronan with an incredible look, as if to say "Why are you like this?!"

"You don't want to make a bet with me, do you?"

Ronan looked at the young man in front of him and frowned.

The young man opened his mouth, but no words came out.

At this time, Heliodo and Valentine finished their discussion and returned here.

"What are you talking about?"

Heliodo glanced over, and Ronan was about to speak. The young wizard opposite him was immediately "horrified", turned around and left, flying away as if escaping. Ronan couldn't help laughing and said casually: "He seems to want to be friends with me, but he is a bit shy."

“Spend less time with them”

Heliodo "warned": "Valentin's disciples must be the same as Valentine, don't be fooled by them."

"Ah."

Ronan nodded, glanced at Heliodo who looked gloomy, and couldn't help asking, "What did you bet on?"

"That's not something you need to worry about."

Heliodo shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Anyway, you just need to do your best in the next selection."

At this time, "Buzz——"

A strange wave came down from the sky. Everyone looked up and saw a void rippling like water above the lake. A figure in a gray robe and several figures in dark blue robes with moon-colored patterns quietly emerged.

The huge space around the lake immediately became quiet, and everyone looked up.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly. Among these newly emerged wizards, he had seen the gray-robed man who was the leader once during the entry selection. He was the leader of the Deep Sea School and one of the three great elders in charge of the Spirit Lake.

As for the others, they should be members of the Council of Elders on this side of the deep sea.

They are all sixth-level wizards.

After reaching level 4, Ronan felt the presence of these level 6 wizards again. He felt that each level 6 wizard was like an extremely huge elemental energy field, which could not be detected by mental power. If he got a little close, he would naturally be annihilated.

After several high-ranking figures of the Deep Sea School appeared, a gray-robed man whose face could not be seen clearly cast a glance and slowly scanned the entire audience.

Then he gently raised his hand.

Along with an obscure spell wave, from the position of his fingertips, the huge space around the lake began to peel off layer by layer quickly like a faded oil painting.

Behind the peeling void, an extremely dazzling circular crystal palace appeared.

The palace is made up of countless exquisite rooms of all sizes. At the location of the deep cave where the waterfall in the center of the lake originally fell, there now stands a dark blue inverted tower that seems to be made up of countless flowing waters.

The numerous third, fourth and fifth level wizards on the field found rooms and sat down in twos and threes.

The gray-robed man and several level six members of the Elder Council did the same, sitting on a spire that rose upwards in the Crystal Palace.

Ronan and Heliodor entered a crystal room. The side of the room facing the inverted tower was half open, and they could clearly see the wizards in the other crystal rooms.

The two sides are blocked by crystal walls, making it impossible to detect the situation of the people next door.

Ronan had just entered the room when he felt the Spirit Lake Ring on his finger getting slightly hot, and a force pulled him out.

"Go."

Heliodo looked at him and moved his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something to him, but he didn't open his mouth and just waved his hand.

Ronan walked out of the Crystal Palace and saw Misha leading the way into the Deep Sea Tower, followed by the other wizards participating in the selection.

A gaze fell on Ronan's face. Ronan looked over and found that the young wizard named Forensa who had been "scared" away by him before had probably recovered and was staring at him "fiercely".

He smiled at the other person, then walked straight into the tower.

"Shh-"

After passing through the barrier, an atmosphere of tranquility and solemnity immediately greets you.

It is still that library that spirals upward and is almost infinite.

Ronan stretched out his hand, and his fingertips slowly moved along the bookshelf beside him. Then he jumped up and flew straight upwards.

"Crash-"

The quiet atmosphere in the library was broken, and countless gray books on the bookshelves rustled and flew towards Ronan like doves with spread wings.

Wave after wave.

During this time, some gray books fell back onto the bookshelf, while others stayed and circled around Ronan.

When Ronan touched the "dome", he stopped because of an invisible ceiling of air.

"All"

Ronan looked around, and the hem of his robe fell gently.

He carefully counted the number of ancient spiritual characters around him that he had not yet memorized, no more, no less, exactly one thousand.

"Then... let's get started."

Ronan sat cross-legged in mid-air and closed his eyes calmly.

A petal of the black dandelion fell quietly.

The golden ladybug, holding the bright red spiritual text, followed the trajectory of the soul and broke into his dream little by little.
In the circular crystal palace, wizards in each room were chatting in groups of three or four in a relaxed manner.

The Deep Sea Sons' knowledge level selection lasted a month, and in between was a long and boring period of waiting, which was far from the time when they were looking forward to and getting excited.

Moreover, right now it is just the selection at the knowledge level. According to past experience, the gap between participants at this level will not be too big, and the proportion it accounts for in the final selection will not be high.

Who will get the title of "Son of the Deep Sea" will ultimately depend on the result of the second round of competition.

"I go first."

In a room, Mrs. Merle stood up from her seat.

(End of this chapter)