Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 55: Notes from the Shrine
It was the first time that Ronan saw old Wells look so serious. He even used the word "plead" to him.

"You said."

Ronan's expression also turned serious.

Old Wells seemed to find it difficult to speak. After struggling for a while, he whispered, "I heard that someone is selling tickets to leave Hoddam soon, but the price is very high. One ticket requires a high-level magic stone."

"Go crazy!"

Ronan shook his head, thinking it was ridiculous. "The boat ticket for the first half of the year only costs ten low-level magic stones."

Even if the price increased due to the war, it would not have increased to such an exaggerated level.

Would someone who can produce a high-level magic stone worry about not being able to leave Hoddam?

"Ah."

Old Wells nodded, "It must be a false report. I think the actual transaction price is ten intermediate magic stones at most."

Ten intermediate magic stones
This price is pretty good and acceptable.

Ronan did not ask old Wells whether this channel was authentic and reliable. Old Wells had rich experience in dealing with things and had his own judgment.

"How many more do you need?"

Ronan asked directly.

"Eight dollars."

Old Wells said, “Just enough for Venetia alone.

She can take Cheryl with her."

Ronan said nothing, looking into old Wells' eyes.

He still vaguely remembered that Old Wells had told him that he wanted to leave Hoddam and find a secular kingdom to be an idle old noble.
If the invasion of the Forest of Death had not occurred, he might have been basking in the sun on the top of some noble castle.

"I'll give it to you now."

Ronan let out a light breath and was about to reach for his waist bag.

He didn't have many magic stones left, but he could just take out eight intermediate magic stones.

As for Old Wells's own ticket, he would have to wait until he opened the storage waist bag of the last black-robed wizard, or until he sold the rune stone and saved up some money.

Old Wells held him down and shook his head: "Not now...I'll ask you when I really need it."

As he spoke, he pulled out a package from under his robe and stuffed it into Ronan's hand.

"Anyway, thank you Ronan."

Old Wells hugged him and whispered a blessing in his ear: "You are more humane than any wizard I have ever met in my life.

I have a hunch that you can go a long way."

After saying this, Old Wells patted him on the shoulder and turned away into the thick night.

Ronan looked at the heavy gray package in his hand, then at the disappearing figure of old Wells, and for a moment he felt mixed emotions.

He is very clear.

What old Wells gave him was probably all he felt was enough to thank him.

Under the bright and soft crystal light, Ronan sat at the table and carefully examined the things that old Wells had stuffed into his hands.

They are two books.

One of them was a very common book called "Basic Potions", but the difference was that every page, every paragraph, and every line was densely written with old Wells's own study results, his summary of experience, and the most detailed experience he had gained from repeated failures over decades.

There were even a few low-level potion recipes that he had figured out himself, which were not precious but very practical. Ronan had seen them during his last escape in the forest.

This book was extremely helpful for Ronan to get started with potions, as it contained all the hard work of old Wells.

As for the other one.
Ronan looked strange.

This is a notebook.

Quite an old note.

The pages of the book have turned yellow and brittle. It feels like they will break into pieces like dry leaves if you turn them with the slightest force.

Ronan flipped through the notebook carefully.

The text left on the notebook is also very old, and the ink in many places has even faded to the point of almost disappearing.

A large part of the content of the notes is missing, and I don’t know whether it has decayed over time or been torn up and destroyed by someone.

The remaining pages are mostly filled with messy, trivial and chaotic information.

Ronan frowned and reluctantly read the entire notebook, and roughly figured out that the notebook mainly talked about how to replicate something called "the power of the shrine".

It involves a lot of profound and obscure knowledge of alchemy, potions, runes, and various professional terms.

It is like a heavenly book to Ronan at this stage.

Moreover, there was no result in the study of the notes until the end, and it seemed to be a failure. The owner of the notes only barely reached the step of how to seal the "power of the shrine" for a long time.

"What is the power of the shrine? Can replicating it bring great benefits?"

Ronan didn't understand it at all; it was too profound, just like an elementary school student who accidentally found a college textbook.

But you said this thing is completely useless. Not really.

It is indeed very old and contains knowledge related to wizards.

From this perspective...it is of extraordinary value!
Perhaps it was for this reason that old Wells gave it to himself.

Ronan carefully put the ancient notebook into his storage waist bag.

At this time, there were still faint noises coming from outside the house.

Recalling the series of events that happened tonight, Ronan sighed lightly, took out the last storage waist bag that had not been opened, and slowly started grinding it.

The matter of the Wandering Gray Robe Recruitment Order fermented overnight and reached a climax the next day.

Ronan ran over to take a look.

It was discovered that this so-called conscription order was issued in the form of a mission.

The notice, which was printed with the ivy logo representing the Hoddam Wizarding Academy, listed a large number of tasks for the wandering gray robes to choose from.

It can be as small as collecting some specific potions around the wizarding land, or as big as following the wizards from the academy to join the action.

The highest reward was 10 intermediate magic stones. The mission was to explore the details of a small magic stone mine more than 200 kilometers away. The wizard would set off on a magic airship. The wizard who took on the mission was required to be at least an intermediate apprentice and have a certain amount of combat experience.
Ronan looked at the pending tasks on the bulletin board expressionlessly, and then quietly left the crowded crowd.

With his current level of rune engraving, as long as he stays at home and spends more time, he can always have a stable income, so naturally he will not be interested in these tasks.

But it’s different for other wandering gray robes.

This mission call-up issued by the academy was like a blessing for many wandering gray-robed people who could no longer survive and wanted to move out of the town immediately.

Just go to a specific area when you have nothing to do and you can get magic stones as rewards?

If you are brave enough to take some risks, you will have a chance to get the reward of intermediate magic stone? !
How many of the wandering gray robes living at the bottom of society have ever seen a real intermediate magic stone?
The homeless grey robes, who were already too poor to make a living, were so excited when they saw the large number of legitimate and well-paid "job opportunities" that they almost went crazy.
(End of this chapter)