Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 390 Witness, Years

With the force of asceticism and the money given by Anand to buy medicinal herbs for recuperation, Ronan recovered from the serious injuries that would have killed a normal person or left him bedridden for at least a year or two in just two months.

His mental power grew rapidly, and in order to prepare for his future promotion to a first-level wizard, Ronan even found a "job" to slowly accumulate the resources needed for the promotion.

"I never knew you were so talented in potions..."

In a small shop with a sign that read "Dinnan Potion Workshop", Ronan stood in front of rows of shelves filled with potions, wiping the crystal potion bottle in his hand while whispering to Anand beside him.

Anand looked thinner than he was a few months ago, and the loose linen robe he wore made him look as if a gust of wind could blow him away at any time.

He looked in good spirits, with eyes shining as if they were burning with fire.

"It's not a talent, I'm just more interested in it."

Ronan carefully put the cleaned crystal potion bottle back on the shelf, winked at Anand, and said half-jokingly: "Just like astrology, I have never given up. Now every night before going to bed, I still look up at the stars."

Anand smiled, with an indescribable complex expression on his face.

The two of them became astrology apprentices at the same time, and have always supported and encouraged each other.

Anand always thought that the two of them could continue like this.

"As long as you are happy"

Anand's lips moved slightly, and suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, he quickly took something out of his sleeve pocket and quickly stuffed it into Ronan's arms.

"Tell me what you need, I'll try to get it for you.
Now almost every astrologer is actively recruiting apprentices, and the requirements and treatment in all aspects are much better than before. If you..."

Anand said, then suddenly stopped, waved to Ronan, and walked out of the store quickly.

Ronan stared at a notebook written by Anand in his arms, raised his eyes to look in the direction where the other party left, smiled slightly, and continued to focus on the trivial matters in front of him.

At night, Ronan half-lay on the bed in the cabin, quietly reading Anand's notebook in the starlight falling from the small window.

In his notebook, Anand wrote down his gains and insights in astrology in recent months, some star track data he calculated himself, and a serious wizard meditation method.

"The astrologer's meditation method actually gave me a little bit of the feeling of the ancient star meditation method. Although it is much worse than the ancient star meditation method, and even far inferior to the tidal meditation method, it is much more advanced than the basic meditation method I first practiced."

"If applied to reality, it can be considered an ancient meditation method."

Bringing inheritance from "dreams" back to reality is a good idea. Everything in dreams is illusory, but knowledge exists, regardless of whether it is a dream or reality.

The meditation method that Anand wrote in his notes required a certain foundation in astrology. Ronan casually calculated the various star track data in Anand's notes in his mind, and then put the notes aside.

He did not intend to practice it, as the master-level basic meditation technique was much more effective than this, but Anand's action provided a good excuse for the growth of his mental strength.

Ronan used his hands as a pillow, lying on the shabby wooden bed and looking up at the starry sky through the small stone window.

In the vast Keldiim Wizard Empire, countless people are struggling for a possible "central hub", but no one knows that the person who knows its exact location is right in front of them.

"If I announce the location of Quevada Oasis at this time, what kind of reaction will it cause in this "world"? Will it affect the so-called historical process?"

"Probably... it will be forcibly corrected, and this time'reincarnation' will fail..."

Ronan didn't want to do that either.

He just wanted to be a witness.

Even though he was burdened with many trivial matters, Ronan still memorized the ancient spiritual text at a rate of about one every five days.

In the third year after leaving his astrology apprenticeship, Ronan's mental power reached the ninth-level apprenticeship, and he began to try to switch to the [Ancient Star Meditation Method].

The resources during the Keldiim Empire were much more abundant than the modern wizarding world, but with his qualifications, it was still difficult for him to become a first-level wizard.

In the dream, Ronan lacked the determination to forge ahead and fight to the death, and he felt that there was a high probability that he would not be able to make it over that hurdle.

Moreover, with the income of a potion shop apprentice, it would take more than three to five years to gather all the resources.

Anand would come to Ronan to reminisce every once in a while, sometimes once every one or two months, sometimes only once every six months, and sometimes many times in a month.

Ronan was his only friend, the only person he could confide in.

He is just an insignificant cog in the huge astrological system launched by the Keldiim Empire as a result of the "Central Hub" project, but he has an extraordinary love for astrology.

He shared everything with Ronan, his joy, his troubles, his sorrow and his sadness.

The two have always maintained a solid friendship, and Ronan would sometimes discuss astrological issues with him.

In the tenth year, Anand was accepted as a formal disciple by their former astrologer mentor.

In his twentieth year, he was promoted to a first-level wizard, and in the second year, he successfully passed the assessment of the Imperial Astrologers Guild and became an official first-level astrologer.

That night, Anand found Ronan and drank a lot of wine with him happily. He didn't even bring any hangover medicine because he always needed to keep his mind clear because of calculations and meditation. He shared his joy with Ronan and told Ronan that he had found a lovely and trustworthy partner.

In the fiftieth year, the owner of "Dingnan Potion Workshop", Dingnan the Lame, passed away. Ronan naturally took over this small workshop and still used the original sign, but he finally "worked his way" from a small potion shop apprentice to the boss.

One afternoon in July of the same year, Anand, with a beaming face, walked into Ronan's shop wearing the gorgeous robes of a second-level astrologer.

Before he could say anything, a loud noise from outside the door caused both of them to walk out.

Ronan and Anand stood side by side in the street, surrounded by people, all looking up.

In the sky above the capital of Keldiim, several giant dragons as big as mountains were circling with their wings spread out. Wizards emitting powerful mental fluctuations were surrounding these dragons. They summoned powerful spells, which collided with the dragon's breath that was spewed out intermittently, causing colorful streams of light and fireworks to burst out.

It was like a mysterious and grand celebration ceremony.

"Do you know why?"

Anand looked at Ronan with burning eyes, "The efforts of all of us have finally made a major breakthrough.
The center has been located in a small area, and it only takes a little time to find it! "

"You'll never guess where the 'center' is, Damien!"

"Not the sky, not the valley, not the ocean"

"It's actually underground! Maybe it's right where we are standing now." The dragon and the flames of the magic reflected in Anand's green eyes. Ronan heard him muttering: "That day will come soon. You and I are both witnesses, witnessing how the history of this continent has been changed. Damien."

Ronan's eyes flickered, but he didn't answer.

"Selfish! You're so selfish! Damien!"

With red eyes and a strong smell of alcohol all over his body, Anand stood in front of Ronan, staring at him and breathing heavily.

"It is because of selfish people like you that the empire's great plan has never been truly realized!
Your talent and attainments in astrology are obviously even greater than mine, but you would rather hide in such a shabby little shop and fiddle with those useless roots, powders and potion bottles all day long!"

Anand suddenly became excited, rushed forward and pushed down all the shelves in the store.

The fragile rune restriction could not withstand the powerful mental strength of this second-level wizard. With a series of crisp shattering sounds, the turbid liquid mixed with crystal fragments slowly seeped into the old floor, and the whole room was filled with the pungent smell of potions.

Ronan stood aside and watched Anand's behavior with a calm expression as if the other party had not smashed the shop that he had carefully managed for so many years.

“You probably forgot”

After Anand finished venting, Ronan said calmly: "Who helped you solve those problems over the years?"

"Just because I remember!"

Anand yelled, "I need you, every one of us needs you! Damien!

You don't know what we've encountered. It's been seventy years since the original celebration! But in these seventy years, the progress we have made is not even one-tenth of the progress in the first ten years!"

The room was silent for a long time, and finally, Ronan spoke softly: “Anand, you’ve drunk too much.

If you feel tired, remember to take a rest.”

After saying that, he walked out of the house and closed the door behind him.

Anand's suppressed, sad and painful cries were heard from behind.

After that day, Anand never came to see Ronan again.

Time flows away like water, and the only thing that seems to remain unchanged is the starlight that falls every night.

On a snowy winter night, in a dilapidated hut, Ronan casually rubbed out a fireball and looked carefully at a piece of limestone in his hand by the light of the flame.

Since the first year he moved into the cottage, Ronan would scratch a white mark on the stone slab every year.

Now, the white marks of length, depth and depth as if measured with a ruler are densely packed and almost cover the entire stone slab.

"One Hundred and Eighty-Three"

Ronan slowly put the slate down and thought silently.

His body was still strong due to his ascetic training, but his soul had reached the end.

"When I was striving to become a first-level wizard, my aptitude was too poor and I burned too much of my soul, so the lifespan I gained was much shorter than that of an average first-level wizard."

Ronan had seen many first-level wizards who lived over 300 years old. Compared with these people, he could almost be considered to have "died young."

But, it's enough.

It is more than his previous two "reincarnations" combined.

Ronan could feel his life force gradually slipping away, like an hourglass about to run out.

Ronan thought for a moment, walked to the only table in the room, picked up the almost worn-out feather pen on the table, and scribbled something on the paper.

"Well...goodbye, Keldimu."

After doing all this, he opened the door, faced the wind and snow that were blowing in from outside, and walked in step by step until he completely disappeared in the snow.
three days later.

The same snowy night.

An old man with white hair stumbled into the room.

"Damien! Damien!"

Anand, who looked extremely old, shouted Ronan's name excitedly, "We succeeded! We finally succeeded! This is a historic moment. I said we would witness it together!"

Anand's voice was trembling with excitement, but the only response he got was the wind and snow.

Anand looked around the hut but did not find the figure he was looking for.

He soon noticed a piece of white paper on the long table in the room, held down by a gray slate covered with white marks.

Anand moved the slate away and gently picked up the white paper.

When Anand saw what was written on the paper, his old and almost cloudy eyes froze for a moment.

His lips trembled, and the wind and snow outside the house hit his face wantonly.
After a few breaths, he slowly slid to his knees as if he had lost his soul.

"So... you've already figured out the result."

Damien

"Shh-"

Ronan opened his eyes.

The vicissitudes of one hundred and eighty-three years were slowly washed away in his eyes.

It is still the same classic yet old room, and the star map inlaid on the opposite wall remains unchanged.

An intense feeling of hunger swept through Ronan's body. He took out some uneaten dried wind snake meat, tore it into pieces, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, replenishing the energy his body had consumed over the past six months.

(End of this chapter)