Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 57 Northern Highlands
The Soul-Burning Potion is the key to promoting the spiritual transformation of apprentice-level wizards, and is also one of the indispensable conditions for wizard apprentices to be promoted to formal wizards.

For wizard apprentices, especially those from wandering groups, it is so precious!
The materials for refining the God-Burning Potion are very rare and difficult for apprentices to obtain.

This key to open the door to becoming a formal wizard has always been firmly controlled by the academy, and is rarely sold even in the potion shop in the dwarf market.

In Hoddam, most of the God-burning potions produced will first be supplied to the wizards in the academy.

Ronan had always wanted to join the academy, and one of the important reasons was for this so-called God-Burning Potion.

I didn't expect that when I was sorting out the storage waist bag of the black-robed wizard in the Forest of Death, I would accidentally find a bottle.

Ronan carefully put away the Soul-Burning Potion as if it were a treasure and put it back into his storage waist bag, his heart filled with joy.

It is said that the poorer the apprentice's qualifications are, the more God-burning potions he needs to become a formal wizard.

A bottle of God-burning potion may not be enough for Ronan.

But after all, it is still too early for him to be qualified to become an official wizard, so he can continue to plan slowly.

Turning his attention back to the notes, Ronan also became very interested in the choices of styles of practice that the dead black robe had planned in the notes after being promoted to an official wizard.

A key word that was mentioned repeatedly - soul seal - made Ronan very curious.

This thing seems to be extremely important for the practice of a formal wizard. It also involves the choice of spell school.
Unfortunately, there was no detailed explanation in the notes, so Ronan could only put his doubts back in his heart.

Then flipped back.

That’s all for the notes.

Ronan glanced at the remaining things on the table, divided them into three categories: useful, useless, and those that needed to be disposed of as soon as possible, and put them into three storage waist bags.

After calming down, he pushed the door and walked out of the cabin.

It is cloudy today, with light snow and a cold wind.

Ronan had a strong physique, and the robe he was wearing had a built-in [constant temperature] function, so he didn't feel too cold.

Standing at the door and looking in one direction, you can see the orange-red light reflected on the windows of Venisia's cottage.

"She didn't go either..."

Ronan's eyes flickered.

Today is a special day - Barry and his son left with the pharmacist they mentioned, and most of the people who attended the dinner they hosted went to see them off.

Ronan recalled the sound of a ship that he had heard when he was organizing his black robe's storage waist bag... He guessed that the two of them were already on their way out of Hoddam.

Just as I was thinking about it, several figures slowly walked over from the other end of Water Drop Street.

It was old Wells and others who had returned from seeing them off.

Ronan watched the people approaching. Mr. and Mrs. Qiao Lin looked unhappy. Old Wells came up to talk to him, but he looked around and didn't see Jacob.

Ronan didn't think much about it, but the next moment he received a series of news from Old Wells that shocked him -

Jacob went on the ship with Barry and his son.

No one knows when he secretly met Barry and how he convinced him.

Before leaving, Sean actually tried to jump off the boat and escape, but Barry pulled him back and slapped him hard.
"It's just an ordinary transporting task, how could it be dangerous!
I think everyone with a first-level apprenticeship should go! ..”

"That's someone else. I really don't want anything to happen to you, Qiao Lin. You are my husband."

"You just think that I am not even as good as a first-level apprentice because I lost an arm, and you treat me as a useless person!"

"Bang--"

The sound of jars and bowls falling to the ground, mixed with the faint sobbing of a woman, came from the hut.

Ronan stood on the snow in front of the cabin, looking at the shadow of a man reflected by the candlelight in the window, walking back and forth like an irritable hyena, his brows furrowed.

"Why has he become like this now?"

He turned and looked at old Wells beside him.

In Ronan's impression, the wizard Qiao Lin had a gentle personality, was submissive and even a little submissive, but now he seemed gloomy, irritable, incompetent and irritable, and was said to be an alcoholic. Old Wells seemed to know something about the inside story and whispered, "Ever since Jacob left with Barry and his son...his mood has been very unstable..."

Ronan turned around and shook his head, commenting, "If this continues, something bad will happen to him sooner or later."

Old Wells said nothing, and walked slowly back along the snow-covered street with Ronan.

On the way, the two would occasionally run into wizards wrapped in gray robes and walking in a hurry.

Compared with before, there are fewer people on Water Drop Street during the day. Most people are busy with various tasks issued by the college. They go out early and come back late, and sometimes they even have to travel for several days.

"The tasks posted on the recruitment board have become increasingly difficult. There are very few tasks like collecting items. I estimate that after a while, the low-level tasks without any risk will be completely cancelled.
By then, the so-called conscription order may become something completely different."

As Ronan listened to old Wells's whisper in his ear, a hint of complexity gradually emerged on his face.

This is almost inevitable.

The academy issued a call for the wandering gray robes, and of course they were not just looking for someone to help move things or collect potions.

First, issue some tasks that are not difficult to complete to let the wandering gray robes get a taste of the sweetness and relax their guard. Then comes the time when they are really needed.

Cannon fodder? Death warriors?
Several words popped up in Ronan's mind one after another.

There are definitely more people who can see this clearly, not just him and old Wells, but there are not many people who are truly unaffected. Most people are helpless, including him.

"Oh, by the way, is there any progress on the boat ticket?"

Ronan suddenly remembered and asked old Will.

But old Wells's reaction made his heart sink.

He frowned and told Ronan that the wizard who had previously spread the news that he could get the boat tickets had not shown up for several days, and the people who had paid the deposit earlier were now looking for him everywhere.
"Forget it. If it's a scam, at least we don't have any losses now."

Old Wells ended the topic, stopped, took out a small oak box from under his robe and handed it to Ronan.

"There's one more thing I need to tell you, Ronan."

“This morning, Andre and his sister also left.

They asked me to give this to you, saying it was to express their gratitude for your help last time."

Andre.
Ronan was startled and subconsciously took the oak box from old Wells.

Come to think of it, he hadn't seen the half-elf brother and sister for a long time.

We haven't met since we left the forest.

Unexpectedly, the next time we mentioned it, we were completely separated.
"Are they also traveling by boat?"

Ronan opened the oak box and found only a black seed inside.

"Do not.

They were going to hike through the forest."

Old Wells's answer reminded Ronan of the nickname of the half-elf brother and sister: jungle survival experts.

Crossing the forest is a "dead end" that is a life-threatening situation for ordinary wizards, but it may not be the case for them.

"Did they say where they were going?"

Ronan asked, he couldn't recognize the origin of the seeds in the box.

Old Wells thought for a moment and replied, "It seems that they are preparing to go to the northern highlands."

“Northern Highlands.”

Ronan silently recited these four words and looked towards the north, but he could only see the gray sky covered with snowy clouds.

Ronan forgot which wizard book he had read this in.

It is said that the northern highlands... that is where the elves and barbarians gather.
(End of this chapter)