Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 348: Craftsman Ghost, Diary and the Truth
Ronan stood at a distance and looked closely at the ghost in the distance.

He looked like a middle-aged man with a thick beard, wearing an old-fashioned short coat, with a hammer and a nail in each hand. He looked like a craftsman who specialized in repairing waterways in the Keldiim Empire.

Ronan listened to the craftsman ghost's mumbling for a while, but was unable to decipher the meaning.

Looking past the craftsman ghost, a low and dilapidated hut behind it caught Ronan's attention.

The area where the craftsman's ghost repeatedly wanders seems to be centered on the hut. Perhaps that is where he had been working during his lifetime. Some obsession supports him to stay in the world and refuse to leave.

Ronan narrowed his eyes, extinguished the flame in his palm, and took out a crudely shaped black square cowbell.

He moved closer to the hut, his footsteps making rustling sounds on the ground.

When it got close to the cabin, the ghost of the craftsman, who had been wandering along a road as if following some procedure, suddenly raised his head, staring at Ronan with his empty eyes.

The next second, his honest face, which originally seemed just a little eerie, quickly became ghostly and distorted. His mouth opened and turned into a black hole, which kept expanding until the whole face was pulled in.

"howl--"

The craftsman's ghost turned into a green wind and rushed towards Ronan.

The energy fluctuation is not strong, only around level two.

Ronan kept walking and gently shook the cowbell in his hand, but the cowbell made no sound, but instead, thick black smoke came out of the bell.

A young man with a pale face, bloodshot eyes and complex patterns floating on his forehead quickly pushed away the black smoke and walked out. Without saying a word, he rushed straight towards the green wind.

Black smoke enveloped the green wind, and a beast-like roar was heard, and soon only the sound of chewing was left.

Ronan never glanced at the regiment from beginning to end, his eyes only focused on the dilapidated stone hut.

As a fourth-level vengeful spirit, Ahashiya's strength increased again after being tempered by Ronan several times as a ghost arrow embryo. He can even fight against a normal fourth-level wizard, let alone a mere second-level ghost body.

To Ahashiya, this craftsman ghost was at best just a piece of old, chewy bone.

Ronan let Ahashiya eat and walked to the stone house. The original door of the stone house had long disappeared, leaving only a big hole formed by something hitting it.

He flicked his finger and a cluster of flames shot out inside, sweeping away the spider webs that had accumulated over the years. In the flash of firelight, some unknown small creatures that relied on darkness to survive fled in all directions under his feet.

Ronan pulled a corner of his robe to cover his mouth and nose, then slowly stepped into the stone house.

The whole room was extremely small and filled with rubble everywhere. One could see that a lot of tools had been placed here, as well as a narrow single bed, but they had all rotted away.

Ronan used his mental power to push away the layers of dirt and dust, and looked around the hut, but did not find anything of value. However, on the inner wall, he found many marks of chiseling, and after careful identification, they looked like some ancient writings.

"The Book of Spirit Lake."

Ronan took out the Book of the Spirit Lake from his space ring, compared it with the words on the wall, and tried to search for it. As a result, he actually found some text information about the Keldiim Wizard Empire.

There was very little information, but it was enough for Ronan to translate the content of the text on the wall.

Ronan sometimes wondered why an empire as powerful as the Keldem, which had once ruled the entire Upper Rim, had so few written records left.

He didn't even know whether this empire existed in modern times, medieval times, ancient times or ancient times, as if it had been deliberately erased from history.

[. Merchants discovered the Quevada Oasis and ordered the construction of a waterway]

[It is a great honor. No one can be more qualified for this job than you]

The initial text on the wall mentioned "Quevada Oasis" and "Ancient Waterway" at the same time. After reading it through, it looked like a diary written by the ghost of the craftsman outside before his death.

Ronan looked down along the "diary wall" and found that the middle section of the wall seemed to have suffered a magical or physical attack. A layer of stone skin was scraped off, and there was not much text left on it.

He could only jump over and look down.

[Luxury public fountains were also built in the city to provide safe drinking water]

Ronan translated and read at the same time. His comprehension of more than 5,000 ancient spiritual texts greatly improved his thinking and comprehension. Even though he had just come into contact with a new language, he learned it very smoothly and quickly.

A large part of the diary on the wall is devoted to praising the greatness of the waterway construction project. The words used are limited, with only a few sentences repeated over and over again.

But Ronan didn't feel bored, as if he was dreaming of ancient times, and from the perspective of a small craftsman, he could see the novelty and fun of a prosperous and powerful corner of the Keldiim Wizard Empire. Ahashiya finished eating outside the house, licked his lips, and floated in with a sinister look.

Ronan ignored him and continued to look at the diary on the wall. After just a few lines, the style of the diary took a sharp turn for the worse!

[The intestines.. the heart is just an empty shell..]

[The chest cavity is hollowed out]

[Another person has become a mummy! I told you they dug the entrance to hell.]

Even though the messy handwriting has been washed away by countless years, one can still feel the panic and fear contained in it.

Ronan seemed to be able to imagine a scene - at night, in a small house lit by a dim kerosene lamp, how a terrified stonemason used trembling hands to chisel these incoherent words on the wall one by one.

"It looks like the craftsmen of Kel'dimu dug up something incredible when they were building the waterway. Perhaps this is the truth that caused the great Kel'dimu Empire to decline from its peak, and finally fall completely, destroyed in the flames of war and dust."

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

There is not much valuable content if you read further down. It is just a bunch of scattered short sentences that don't make sense. The content is full of words like "monster" and "horror".

Some of them matched the characteristics of the lizard monsters he had encountered before.

[..I..I can no longer see the sun.]

[..Sharon, this is not the greatest project ever..This is the stupidest decision ever..]

[As noble, powerful and proud as they are, they released the devil with their own hands..]

【..My dear little Sharon.】

Ronan slowly withdrew his gaze from the handwriting, feeling a little complicated.

He seemed to have discovered the truth behind the demise of the Keldiim Wizard Empire, the reason why the vast ancient waterway was eventually reduced to a bloody battlefield.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

This unknown craftsman turned into a ghost after his death and his obsession with the daughter of Sharon, who stayed on earth at that time, was lingering on the surface.
Did he still dream of seeing his daughter again as a ghost one day? For the extremely powerful empire at that time, this was indeed not an impossible thing.

Perhaps in the last second before the craftsman's death, he still stubbornly believed that one day the wizards of the empire would completely wipe out the demons that escaped from the underground, and this was just an accident that no one expected.

Little did he know that the empire he was so proud of would eventually perish in this disaster.

"call--"

Ronan let out a light breath, smoothing out the ripples in his heart.

Every time I read history books, I am always contaminated by the dust of time, which makes my mood inexplicably heavy.

He led Ahashiya out of the hut and conducted a brief search around the dilapidated stone house. Finally, he found the second spell node groove under a stone slab made of rubble.

Mental power was injected to activate it. Fortunately, this node was not damaged, so a high-level magic stone was thrown into it.

Near the cabin, the lighting system with a range of nearly one kilometer was all in operation. The soft light dispelled the large areas of darkness, and the monsters lurking in the darkness came out to inquire.

At a glance from Ronan, Ahashiya, with a sinister look on his face, turned into a ball of black smoke and rushed out. In the distance, they could hear the monster's dying howl and the buzzing sound of ghost arrows.

"We should have thought of letting this guy out to have fun a long time ago.. This is the best place for him to perform."

Ronan shook his head and sensed the situation at the Pool of Elements through the Crown of Deep Knowledge.

Before he left, he used the Crown of Deep Knowledge to create thirty-five elemental life forms. Each of them had a subtle connection with the Crown of Deep Knowledge, and Ronan could even remotely control them.

Now, two have been lost out of the thirty-five third-level elemental life forms, which is within expectations and normal loss. There shouldn't be any big problems.

Ronan thought about it and decided to explore further along the waterway along the ruined stone house.

(End of this chapter)