Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 344 Tiger Skin, Smart, Insider
The selection of Sons of the Deep Sea has ended, but the aftermath has not yet passed.

To everyone's surprise, he took away the position of Son of the Deep Sea that should have belonged to Misha in full view of everyone.

You can imagine how lively the topic is outside right now.

"When I took the title of Son of the Deep Sea, I deliberately saluted the Great Elder of the Deep Sea and received a response from him.
This action can easily lead some people to make associations, and may dissuade some people who are ready to make further moves."

Ronan carefully considered his escape route before the selection.

Misha has a childlike mentality, is arrogant and immature. Siegel once commented on Misha: She has talent but no ability to match it.

He is a "spoiled" child.

I believe that there are many wizards in the deep sea who have the same idea as Siegel.

However, why is Mixia still the "popular choice" of this year's Sons of the Deep Sea?
The reason is that he has a background as a member of the Sixth Level Wizard Elder Council.

Ronan took Misha's position, so naturally he had to bear the corresponding consequences.

How to deal with the troubles that may be caused by Misha’s background?
It's very simple, just make yourself look more powerful than Misha's background.

In the Deep Sea School, what could be a more powerful background than having the support of the Deep Sea leader, the Great Elder?
Ronan deliberately had a simple "interaction" with the Great Elder of the Deep Sea under the watchful eyes of the public, in order to cause misunderstanding and create the illusion that "he was the one chosen by the Great Elder."

He was "escorted" all the way to the final round by Heliodo and Misha, and even in the final round, Misha, a fifth-level wizard, lost to him.

I'm afraid not many people would really think that he defeated Misha by his own strength. Most people would just think that it was the person "behind" him who was secretly working hard.

After all, how could a wizard who had just been promoted to level four possibly defeat Misha, a genius level five wizard, in a head-on fight?

"So far, this method has worked well, but I don't know how long it will last."

Lies will eventually be exposed, and the tiger skin pulled out of thin air will be torn apart sooner or later.

Ronan looked calm and didn't care about that day eventually coming.

All he needed was a little time to ascend to the position of Son of the Spirit Lake and have the opportunity to ask the new prophet of the Pendulum of Fate about the whereabouts of the Awakening Snake.

"Om-"

In the foggy space, a communication crystal that fell among a pile of debris glowed and emitted waves of signals.

Ronan waved his hand casually, grabbed the crystal, and used his mental power to examine it. His eyes fluctuated slightly.

Heliodor was calling him, asking Ronan to go find him.

Ronan was not too surprised. In fact, he had been waiting for this message.

If he were to say who is the most difficult person for him to deal with in the entire deep sea, it would probably be Heliodo.

He tore open the void casually, walked out of the foggy space, strolled out of the residence, and headed towards Heliodo's residence.

Along the way, Ronan was thinking about how to explain everything to Heliodoro. He needed a reason to convince Heliodoro and make him trust him again.

Heliodo's trust could not bring him anything, but Heliodo had "picked up" Ronan from a corner where no one cared, taught him knowledge about potions and pharmacy without reservation, and accepted him as a disciple, truly doing everything a teacher should do.
In the not-so-spacious crystal corridor, Ronan's footsteps were particularly clear.

A figure was walking towards him, and Ronan, who was thinking, subconsciously made a slight move to the side.

The person opposite suddenly stopped.

A pair of eyes fell on Ronan.

Ronan couldn't help but look up, but the next moment he suddenly felt inexplicably dazed.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the straight crystal corridor begin to undergo strange spatial distortions, and everything in front of him began to distort along with it.

Various colors, lights and shadows changed rapidly in front of him. Ronan felt as if he was suddenly drunk. The whole world began to blur and turn upside down.

In the blurry and distorted scene, the figure opposite him slowly walked towards him.

Ronan "staggered" and stretched out his hand, trying to find the wall to support his body that was about to fall at any time.

He tried to open his eyes wide, wanting to see clearly the appearance of the person in front of him. A great, unprecedented panic arose from the bottom of his heart. He had never felt so helpless as he did now.

My body, mind, soul... I don't have a single bit of strength to mobilize. I can only watch myself falling into a certain "abyss".
"Damn it!"

Ronan bit the soft flesh on the tip of his tongue with his teeth, but the stinging pain was like a drop of water falling into a huge lake, which did not cause the slightest ripple.

Seeing that everything was beginning to develop in a certain unknown and terrifying direction, at this moment
A beautiful golden ladybug slowly flew out of his body, and then transformed into an old figure that was not very tall but firm and unwavering, blocking him firmly.

"Alazan"

Ronan was breathing heavily and heard a series of unclear buzzing sounds that came and went.

It seemed to be the sound of two people talking.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly a voice became clear in my ears.

".It turns out that there is guidance and protection from ancient spirits."

Immediately afterwards, all the abnormalities disappeared, and Ronan was like a drowning man who finally struggled to get up from the rushing water. He held on to the cold wall of the crystal corridor with one hand and gasped for breath.

The robe on his body was almost completely soaked with sweat, and the robe's built-in cleaning function was working, emitting wisps of water mist.

Ronan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood foam mixed with tongue fragments. He looked up and found that the crystal corridor in front of him was empty, as if no one had ever appeared there.

"who is it?!"

Ronan gritted his teeth and slowly clenched his fists that were pressed against the crystal wall. "The level 6 behind Mixia?"

Only beings above level six can bring such a deep feeling of despair to Ronan.

"Alazan."

Ronan called out Alazan's name in his heart.

This time, it took a long time before he received a reply from Alazan, who could hardly hide his fatigue.

"I'm here."

"Who was it that just targeted me?"

Ronan couldn't wait to ask.

Alazan did not answer, but slowly replied: “Damien, you are very smart.

But your cleverness makes you touch some bottom lines that should not be touched
Not everyone’s power is so easy to borrow.”

Ronan was stunned when he heard this, and immediately understood the identity of the person who had just targeted him.

"Great Elder of the Deep Sea."

He murmured, and after a moment, he took a deep breath and whispered, "Thank you, Alazan. I owe you again."

Alazan shook his head, "I have consumed a lot of energy and need to sleep for a while. Apart from providing you with the ancient spiritual text, I am afraid I will not be able to come whenever you call.
Damien, be careful."

Ronan pursed his lips, but before he could say anything, Alazan had already disconnected him.

The golden ladybug lay quietly somewhere in the corner of his consciousness space, its luster noticeably dimmed.

"Careful...smart."

Ronan loosened his hand, slowly stood up and stood still in the corridor.

This time, he was indeed a little too smart for his own good.

Perhaps it was the experience in the Minotaur's Labyrinth, where he made a bunch of Level 5s go around in circles, and the kindness and friendliness shown by the Twilight-level Gnarros.
As a result, he didn't even realize it, but he lost some of the awe he should have had for high-level wizards.

“What if I don’t take advantage of the situation?

Who dares to criticize and criticize me when I was crowned the Son of the Deep Sea in a fair and just manner?
The wizards of the Council of Elders behind Mixia want to target me, and the Great Elder of the Deep Sea may also intervene and protect me."

Ronan took a deep breath and stood there for a long time until his face regained calm and the turbidity in his heart disappeared.

He continued forward in silence until he knocked on the door of the secret realm of Heliodo Space.

"silver."

Ronan stroked the big white cat that jumped into his arms and greeted Silver Coin softly.

When he looked up, he saw Heliodo looking at him expressionlessly.

He walked up and called softly, "Teacher."

Heliodo shook his head and said calmly: "In a few days, I will announce to the public that the master-disciple relationship between you and me will be officially terminated.

From now on, you don't need to come here to serve as my assistant anymore."

Ronan listened quietly until Heliodo finished speaking.

"Teacher, do you feel you have been deceived?"

Heliodo said nothing, but just laughed coldly, and there was a more indifference in his eyes than ever before.

"Teacher, you probably forgot that you personally interrogated me when I entered the Spirit Lake.
The soul contract was also signed under your auspices."

Ronan said.

"So what?"

Heliodo spoke lightly.

"What kind of person do you think I should be?"

Ronan suddenly asked back.

Heliodor frowned slightly, raised his eyes, and met Ronan's clear blue eyes.

"I have always been honest with you."

Ronan said calmly, "I have never concealed anything from you. It's just that some things exist, but you have always ignored them."

"What do you mean?"

Heliodo narrowed his eyes, and Ronan replied, "What kind of potential do you think someone who can get a ten-star rating in the first round of the entry selection knowledge, enter the tower twice, and memorize all 2,382 ancient spiritual texts in the Spirit Lake should have?"

Heliodo was stunned.

"you."

Ronan emphasized his tone and said word by word: "And the vast majority of people in the deep sea have not seriously considered this."

“Should I be mediocre?”

Heliodo stood up, his breathing becoming a little rapid.

When he looked at Ronan, the indifference began to loosen, and instead there was a strange glow in his eyes.

"It is my luck that you chose me"

Ronan stroked his shoulder with one hand, bowed deeply to Heliodo, and whispered, "It's your luck, too."

"call--"

He heard Heliodo's slightly heavy breathing.

When he looked up again, the gap that had existed between them seemed to have disappeared a lot.

"What about the relationship between you and the Great Elder?"

"It's just a little clever trick"

Ronan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I have already received the corresponding warnings."

Heliodo stared at him, and after seeing that there was no falsehood in his eyes and expression, the tense old face finally relaxed.

He paced back and forth under the old oak tree, seemingly thinking about how to end today's "showdown" appropriately. Finally, Heliodo stopped, frowned, looked at Ronan and said, "Let's not talk about other things for now.

I ask you a question.

Have you ever wondered why everyone expects Mixia to take that position? "

Ronan felt that the former Heliodo was returning, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing Heliodo's questions again, it seemed that there were some inside stories that he had never known before.

I couldn't help but blink and asked, "Why?"

Seeing his reaction, Heliodo couldn't help but shook his head, "It seems you know nothing."

Ronan narrowed his eyes, "What should I know?"

Heliodo calmed down, looked at him, and said, "Do you think this selection is a joke?
Bribing opponents, manipulating games, no proper rules
Whether it was the fourth or fifth level wizards below or the high and mighty elders of the council, it was as if everyone was playing a game of house with Misha?"

Ronan was startled, and then he heard Heliodo slowly say: "Why is this happening?

Because only Mixia, only Mixia, has the ability to truly secure the position of the Son of the Deep Sea at this moment. "

"This position represents not only honor, but also countless difficulties and troubles that you will encounter along the way!"

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