Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 56: God-burning Potion, Soul Seal

Looking at those wandering grey-robed wizards who were crowded around the bulletin board, Ronan suddenly remembered what old Wells had said to him: "Next, people will really die."

Ronan remained silent, and suddenly he became worried that old Wells, who was short of money to buy a boat ticket, might also be tempted by the white magic stone and rush to take on those high-risk and high-reward missions.

You know, Big Mouth Jacob once told him that old Wells lost his daughter in his early years, so he always took care of the equally helpless Venetia as his own daughter, and later Cheryl was born...
For the sake of his "daughter" and "granddaughter", it is not impossible for him to take risks and go crazy when he is old.
Ronan quickly ran over to test old Wells.

Fortunately, it turned out that old Wells's mind was much clearer than he thought. Having experienced an invasion of the black witch land, old Wells knew better than anyone the risks behind these tasks.

He did accept the tasks on the notice board, and even encouraged Venisia and even Cheryl to take them, but they were all the most common and simplest material processing and material collection tasks.

The reward was meager, but at least it provided an extra source of income, allowing them to continue living in the town.

Ronan finally felt relieved.

On the fifth day after the conscription order was issued, Barry and his son left Hoddam by boat with the man they called the official wizard and potion master.

It's also this day.

Ronan finally opened the last storage waist bag in his hand that belonged to a senior apprentice black-robed wizard.

Inside the cold and dark little house, the windows were tightly covered with thick curtains, allowing only a faint light to come in.

Ronan sat at the table, looking at the pile of things in front of him in the light of the crystal mirror.

A pile of magic stones.

A black robe identity badge representing the Forest of the Dead.

A few books.

Several bottles of medicine.

A pile of bones that may or may not be from animals or humans, prepared with special potions.

No magical equipment or other debris was found, and the inside of the storage waist bag was much cleaner and tidier than Ronan had imagined.

Ronan guessed that the high-level apprentice in black robe who died at his hands might have sold all the low-level magical tools he had found and exchanged them for magic stones and potions, as well as the high-level magical tools he was equipped with.

Ronan still remembered the bone staff held by the opponent during the battle, as well as the protective magic tool that could activate the zero-level advanced magic shield.
Unfortunately, they were all destroyed by his [Particle Torrent].

Even so, the present harvest was enough to make Ronan happy.

Putting aside everything in the waist bag, the waist bag itself is worth a lot of money.

It was obviously high-end apprentice-level stuff, and the storage space inside was more than three times larger than the previous two black-robed items.

If it were sold in a magic tool store, it would be worth at least dozens of intermediate magic stones.

The three storage waist bags are enough for Ronan to pack all his belongings and still have enough space.

Ronan had been struggling with this last storage waist bag for nearly two months, even delaying his meditation and spell practice, just to keep it for his own use without damaging the waist bag.

Now he finally got what he wanted, it truly belongs to him, and he loves it no matter how he holds it in his hand.

Back to topic.

Ronan began to formally count the items.

After counting the magic stones, there were a total of twenty-two intermediate magic stones and forty-seven low-level magic stones.

Five bottles of potions, two of which are intermediate spirit recovery potions, one intermediate healing potion, one advanced spirit enhancement potion, and one.
It was bright red in color, and was packaged in the most beautiful crystal bottle. I had no idea what it was.

There are four books, three spell books and one personal notebook. The spell book contains two zero-level advanced spells - [Bone Spear] and [Bone Warrior].

A zero-level intermediate spell - [Corpse Explosion].

Ronan had seen these three undead spells before, and each one was extremely powerful, especially the level 0 advanced spell [Bone Spear], which had once given Ronan a strong sense of crisis that he would die if he was struck by it.

Ronan has always held a very contradictory attitude towards undead spells.

On the one hand, I feel that it would be a waste not to practice such a powerful high-level spell.

On the other hand, he was worried that if he practiced, he would be beaten into black robes and arrested by the academy.

I couldn't help but practice secretly, but I didn't dare to practice too deeply. I was really conflicted.

Fortunately, the three undead spells he had obtained were all offensive spells, including the master-level [Energy Missile]. Ronan's offensive means were not weak, so there was no need to practice anything else.

He casually opened the notes that were placed together with the spell book.

The notebook records in detail the black-robed wizard's experience in practicing every spell since he became a first-level apprentice.

There are also plans on how to improve strength at each step, which are filled with a lot of blood and conspiracy, as well as lessons and summaries after success or failure.

Ronan flipped through the pages one by one, saying it was so fascinating, as if he was reading the history of a "gangster boss's" rise to fame.

It can be seen that the senior apprentice in black robe who wrote the notes is a meticulous person who does things with great goals and plans.

Also a "predatory" wizard, he hardly does any secondary witchcraft research and devotes all his time and energy to meditation and spell practice.

"Transcendental Domain... Why is there no mention of Transcendental Domain..."

Ronan flipped through his notes, muttering to himself.

He actually wanted to know more about the "Supernormal Realm". The man in black robe obviously knew something about it, but it seemed that he did not record it in his notes.

Ronan turned another page——

[Finally reached level nine. I can start preparing for promotion to a formal wizard..]

[The mental strength is still a little short of the level of gasification after taking the Burning Spirit Potion. One Burning Spirit Potion is not enough.]

[The war has begun, killing the gray robes can be exchanged for rewards.. This is a good opportunity for me. 】

[School selection after promotion to wizard——

Bone Spear Flow Direction——Soul Seal Selection: [Malice], [Piercing].
Summoning Direction——Soul Seal Selection: [Rage], [Slavery]...
Corpse Explosion Direction——Soul Seal Selection: [Plague], [Shock], [Corrosion]...】

Ronan looked at the contents of the notebook and was slightly startled when he caught a word.

The next second, he picked up the bottle of the most beautifully packaged fiery red potion from the pile of potions in front of him, the effect of which he didn't know, and held it in front of his eyes, looking at it repeatedly. Gradually, a dazed and somewhat unbelievable expression emerged on his face.

It's like being stunned by an unexpected and sudden surprise.

“God-Burning Potion? This God-Burning Potion is actually the God-Burning Potion?!”

Ronan murmured, and then his heart began to beat faster. It beat very fast for a while before gradually calming down.

Looking at the mysterious potion in his hand now, his eyes were filled with surprise and excitement.

(End of this chapter)