Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 84: Benigo, Turnaround and Accident

Ronan checked the address given by Creed and stopped in front of a dilapidated small manor.

The low wall, made of gray stone, was covered with dead ivy, and had already cracked and fallen off in some places.

The heavy, rusted iron door was covered with dense spider webs.

Through the gaps in the patterns on the iron gate, one can vaguely see the almost abandoned flower beds and collapsed stone pillars inside. There seems to be a small pool, but it is covered with dark green color.

"As a formal member of the Circle of Law, even if he only takes on a mission once every six months, he wouldn't end up like this."

Ronan stood at the door of the manor, his eyes flickering slightly.

Creed had mentioned to him before that the owner of the manor had a strange temper and was a big problem.

Now it seems that the problem is much bigger than he expected.

"Bang bang——"

Ronan grasped the rusty knocker on the iron gate and knocked gently. The heavy and harsh sound echoed between the manor and the street.

"I accepted the mission you issued. Is Benigo here?"

Ronan tried shouting a few times to introduce himself.

But after waiting for about two minutes, no one answered.

He thought about it, pushed the door and walked in.

“Crunch—”

The iron door made a heavy and harsh sound.

Ronan had just stepped into the manor, and the desolate scene inside had not yet fully appeared in front of him, "Swoosh--"

Immediately, I could hear the sound of tiny objects breaking through the air, and strong energy particle fluctuations arrived in an instant.

Ronan suddenly felt a sense of alarm in his heart. He glanced at a dense mass of black spots like a swarm of bees rushing towards him, and subconsciously he fired an [Ice Ball Technique].

This has almost become his shooting habit now.

"call--"

The expert-level [Ice Hockey Technique] is close to perfect proficiency, and a large amount of ice energy particles in the air gather.

A tiny bit of ice expanded and instantly turned into a white ice ball as big as a millstone.

The ice ball is in a high-speed rotation state, surrounded by countless tiny crystal ice and snow.
"boom!"

The ice ball took shape and then collided directly with the dense swarm of bees, which suddenly exploded at the moment of collision, releasing waves of powerful explosions.

As soon as the aftermath appeared, Ronan saw a black spot rushing out from the white cold air.

They were thumb-sized metal balls, each covered with a thin layer of white frost.

Ronan's expression changed slightly, and he threw out two more ice balls. While blocking the metal ball, he also took advantage of the momentum to retreat quickly.

"Boom! Boom!"

The successive explosions made the already deserted courtyard even more desolate, with traces of frost splashing everywhere.

Ronan was chased out of the courtyard by the metal sphere, which was almost half left. He stood on the deserted street with his robe fluttering. A cold light flashed in his deep blue eyes as he pondered whether he should use his trump card.

At this time, a hoarse and indifferent voice came from the manor.

"Is this the only ice spell you can use?"

A late-stage wizard.

Ronan felt the mental power fluctuations that came with the sound, which were at least five times stronger than his, and made a judgment in his mind.

He stood still on the long street, but a large amount of ice energy particles continued to gather towards him, and small pieces of snow and ice began to fall around him.
"Never mind. Come in."

Just when Ronan's momentum was about to reach a peak, the hoarse voice sounded again.

Immediately afterwards, two muffled "bang" sounds were heard, and all the metal balls flew back. The iron gate of the manor and the wooden door of the small gray house opposite the iron gate opened at the same time.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and stared at the dark entrance of the house for a while. Finally, he raised his hand to dispel the coldness around him and walked up.

As soon as Ronan stepped into the house, he smelled an unusually strong and strange smell.

The smell was like a pile of acrid tobacco burning on damp, rotting wood.

Ronan frowned slightly, then looked around.

There was hardly any light coming into the room, nor were there any lighting tools, or even props designed to absorb light. With his eyesight that was many times better than that of an ordinary person, he could only barely make out the outlines of some of the furniture.

It doesn't look like anyone is living there at all.

At this moment, a hoarse and indifferent voice came from somewhere below in front.

"Come here. Don't move anything."

In the basement?
Ronan's eyes flickered and he slowly walked over.

The voice sounded from time to time, and he followed the guidance of the voice, stepped on the creaking old wooden staircase floor, and slowly came to a dim and cold basement.

The basement is not big, but the light is more abundant than upstairs.

The light came from the running rune arrays that could be seen everywhere.

The entire basement was in a mess, and the smell was pungent and unpleasant, like a lot of potions that had been spilled on the ground, mixing and emitting the same smell.

Staying in this basement, Ronan, an ice wizard who deals with ice every day, felt a biting chill.

The coldness came from somewhere in front of him, where a person was sitting. With the light of the rune array, Ronan could barely see the other person's appearance.

Completely different from what he had imagined, the man sitting on the high chair was well built, wearing a white shirt with a bow tie, and had beautiful brown hair, except for some gray at the temples.

The man was about 40 years old, with strong and deep features, like a marble sculpture.

Although he looked a little unkempt and his thick stubble obviously showed that he had not been groomed for a long time, it was obvious that he was very handsome, or had been very handsome in the past.

Because now, the skin on his entire left cheek, half of his chin and neck is covered with large patches of ulcers that look like rusted metal.

The man's eyes were light gold, and he was looking at Ronan coldly, with a look of intense scrutiny that didn't look like he wanted to entertain a guest at all.

Of course, after the "welcome ceremony" when he just entered the door, Ronan didn't want to have any further relationship with the other party other than the mission.

"I accepted the mission you issued, Mr. Benig."

Ronan spoke in a cold tone, glancing behind the man and vaguely seeing a huge rectangular box placed there.

"I know."

The man said coldly, "Otherwise you would have died from my spell for trespassing."

Ronan frowned and said nothing.

At this time, the man stood up from the high chair. He was really tall, almost half a head taller than Ronan.

He turned around and quickly walked to the long box behind the chair, and kept urging Ronan in an impatient tone: "Come here quickly, boy, I've been waiting for a long time."

Ronan strolled over.

At the same time, the man pushed a piece of wood in his hand, and a light emanated from underneath.

Ronan was surprised to find that what he thought was a long box actually contained a coffin.

A coffin made entirely of some special crystal.

It was densely engraved with various complex and mysterious rune arrays, many of which were in operation, while many of them had dim lights.

Through the patterns of the rune array, Ronan could barely determine that there was a woman lying in the crystal coffin.

She had blonde hair, was wearing a blue dress, had fair skin, and showed almost no signs of life.

"Hurry up." The man urged Ronan again. He pointed to a groove in a rune array on the crystal coffin that had stopped working and said to Ronan, "Use your magic to inject ice energy particles into it until the array is fully operational. Hurry up!"

The man looked very impatient, as if waiting one more second would be a great torment for him.

Ronan said nothing. Following his instructions, he gently placed his right hand on the corresponding rune array. His mental power surged out, and the free ice energy particles in the room gathered and were injected into the rune array little by little under Ronan's control.

With the infusion of energy particles, the dim rune array slowly lit up, and a chill began to fill the crystal coffin, turning it hazy. A large amount of white frost covered the body of the woman in the coffin.

Ronan roughly determined that this should be a rune array that continuously releases icy air and has the function of storing energy particles. Once fully charged, it can maintain the release for about one and a half months.

In fact, the operation of this rune array can be driven by magic stones, but the effect is much worse than the infusion of pure ice energy particles.

While Ronan was "charging" the rune array, he secretly looked at the man beside him.

Obviously, as the woman's body in the crystal coffin was gradually covered with frost, the man's anxious state also subsided bit by bit.

The whole process is like a wild beast that is on the verge of going berserk and losing control at any moment, but is slowly becoming docile after receiving some kind of continuous comfort.

The man's eyes were fixed on the woman in the crystal coffin. His expression became gentle and relaxed. His lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something to the woman in the coffin, but Ronan could not make out a single word.
Finally, the entire energy infusion process was over, Ronan gently withdrew his hand and stopped mobilizing his mental power.

"All right, Mr. Benigault."

Ronan asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

The man called Benigo shook his head, threw a small box to Ronan, and said calmly, “No need.

Your basic skills in ice magic are very solid, and you are doing much better than those people I found before. Those guys would more or less damage the runes on the magic circle every time.
This is your reward, leave as soon as possible."

Ronan opened the small box that Benigel had thrown over and saw that it contained several intermediate magic stones. He raised his head and said, "It seems that the number and grade of magic stones are not right, Mr. Benigel."

"I will give you the rest in a few days."

The man's cold eyes fell on Ronan and he said coldly: "As for now, please leave."

“Actually, I have a better suggestion.”

"roll!"

"boom!"

The powerful mental power of a late-stage first-level wizard suddenly erupted, but before it could fully unfold, it was suppressed by an even more powerful momentum.

The two auras collided, and the violent airflow formed a vortex, blowing the messy furnishings in the entire basement to rustle.

At the center of this vortex, countless mysterious auras were flowing all over his body, and Ronan, with his long robe and white hair fluttering, was standing under a vast domain of law. Looking at the man in front of him who had regained his temper, he said word by word with calm eyes, "Mr. Benig, now, can we sit down and have a good talk?"

The man stared at him in astonishment, and after a moment, his expression gradually calmed down.

"Help me infuse the rune array once and expect me to sponsor you to apply for admission into the magic circle?"

Five minutes later, Benigold sat back in his high chair and sneered at Ronan.

Ronan stood in front of him and corrected him, "Not once, but all the time.

From now on, I will come to help you maintain the magic circle on time every month.

If there is any other place where I can help, I will do my best.”

"Ah--"

Benigel shook his head in amusement, leaning forward slightly, closer to Ronan.

Half of his face, which was rotten like rusted metal, looked hideous and terrifying under the dim light from the surroundings.

“Do you know what a guarantee means?

This means that I will be responsible for everything you do in the future. If you do anything bad to the Law Circle, I will also be held responsible.
How many minutes have we just met? I don't even know your name.

Do you think I would take such a big risk for such a small favor? Especially since you seem to have a lot of secrets."

"For others, it's just a small favor. But for you, Mr. Benig, it seems to be a very difficult matter."

Ronan said calmly, "I doubt whether you can find another ice wizard besides me who is willing to take on this task next month when the energy of the magic circle is exhausted."

"Especially after I spread the news that you were in arrears with the mission rewards."

Ronan casually shook the small wooden box containing the magic stone in his hand, and a crisp clanging sound came from inside.

Benigo looked at Ronan coldly with an expressionless face. The powerful mental power belonging to a late-stage first-level wizard surged in his body like a tide, and it was obvious that he was on the verge of exploding at any time.

Ronan quietly relaxed at this moment.

"Such efforts and rewards seem a bit excessive for you, Mr. Benig."

Ronan pretended to think about it, then shifted his gaze to the ice coffin beside him.

"Mr. Beniger's efforts were all to maintain the weak life force of the beautiful lady in the ice coffin. Unfortunately, it seems that it was not very successful. Although her soul has not completely left her body, her body has begun to rot."

"what do you want to say?"

Benig spoke in a cold tone.

"The only way to improve her condition is to inject new vitality into her body."

"I need you to teach me this?!"

Benigo continued to sneer, and his attitude became worse.

Ronan didn't take it seriously, but said calmly: "I have a leaf of innocence in my hand, maybe it can help you."

"The Innocent Leaf?!"

Benig's expression was startled, and there was a hint of movement in his eyes.

The words "I knew you would react like this" came to Ronan's mind.

In fact, when he saw the ice coffin and the woman inside it, he could almost guess Benig's story.

In order to save his beloved woman who was on the verge of death, a first-level late-stage magic circle wizard with a promising future and a distinguished status gave up everything he had, but ended up like this for a little vague and pitiful hope. This is a clichéd story that could not be more clichéd.
It was only natural that Bennigo, who couldn't even afford a few high-level magic stones, would be attracted by a treasure like the Invulnerable Leaf that contained vitality.

As for whether the Invulnerable Leaf is useful to the woman in the ice coffin?
Ronan didn't know, but he just needed to achieve his goal.

"Take it out and show it to me."

After a few breaths, Benigo finally spoke.

Ronan took the opportunity to throw the Invulnerability Leaf that he had prepared long ago to the other party.

The olive leaf gleaming with a faint golden glow fell lightly into Benig's hand. Ronan looked calm. He knew that he only needed to do a little "bargaining" and the matter of finding someone to guarantee it would be almost done.

Everything went as smoothly as I expected.

Who would have thought that the goal that was not achieved with Basil at the beginning was unexpectedly achieved here.

Although it is a month late, it is still much shorter than the thirty years of waiting.

Although he switched to ice magic, the metal magic of the silver magic ring and the inheritance of the [Silverization] talisman were always within his plans.

Now, there is hope.
Just as Ronan was imagining all this, suddenly——

A powerful mental power fluctuation belonging to a late-stage first-level wizard erupted again.

Benig, who was sitting on a high chair, stood up suddenly like an angry lion, staring at Ronan with his light golden eyes, his hoarse and low voice full of suppressed anger.

"Boy, you're trying to fool me with this kind of thing?!

The remaining vitality in this unharmed leaf is not even enough to revive a dying wild vine!"

"Uh?!"

Ronan was stunned on the spot, and then looked at the olive leaf in Benig's hand in disbelief. The golden color was fading rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye it turned into an ordinary dead leaf.

(End of this chapter)