Wizard Bloodline.
Chapter 85: Holy Blood Tree, Coffin of Eternal Life
Chapter 85: Holy Blood Tree, Coffin of Eternal Life
"This is impossible!"
Ronan blurted out in a hurried tone.
He got this unharmed leaf from Laura, although the remaining vitality in the leaf had been extracted by Laura to less than 30% when he got it.
But the number is quite considerable.
Ronan had been keeping it carefully, thinking that it might come in handy one day when he launched the [Unsullied Body] battle, to quickly replenish the consumed vitality on the spot.
Because he was worried that the vitality contained in the leaves would naturally dissipate, he specially found a special container to preserve them.
Now Beniggo actually said that the remaining vitality in this unharmed leaf has disappeared?
How could he accept this?
"You tampered with the leaves in front of me?!"
Ronan's eyes also turned cold, his aura rose, and his robe fluttered without wind.
"roll!"
Benigold responded coldly.
He and Benigo were about to collide in the eye of the storm, their eyes exchanged, and countless air currents collided in the air between them, making dense explosions.
But suddenly the next second, Benigo's momentum suddenly fluctuated violently.
"wrong?!"
Ronan heard his doubtful voice, which seemed to contain a hint of disbelief.
"This leaf has the scent of the Holy Blood Tree!"
He repeatedly stared at the Invulnerable Leaf in his hand, which had completely turned into a dead leaf. The light in his eyes became more and more bright. Later, he was no longer angry. Instead, he looked at Ronan eagerly and asked hurriedly, "Boy, what did you put this leaf with?"
Ronan was startled, then slowly took out a small black box from his storage waist bag.
As soon as it was taken out, the box was taken away by an invisible force.
Ronan held the box tightly and opened it on his own.
When a black, shriveled seed that looked like a dried watermelon seed appeared in the small wooden box, it was gently pinched by Ronan with two fingers and completely exposed to the air.
Ronan felt that the power that was trying to snatch it away disappeared, and Benigo's entire mind was completely attracted by the seed.
"That's right, it's this aura."
"Holy Blood Tree... This is indeed the seed of the Holy Blood Tree!"
"Hahaha"
Ronan looked at Benigo's pair of light golden eyes staring at the seeds in his hand. He first murmured, then became excited, then surprised, and finally laughed inexplicably. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes as he laughed, like a deranged madman.
Ronan didn't say anything because he was also not so calm.
This box and the black seeds inside it were given to Andre by his half-elf brother and sister.
To be honest, he had studied it for a while. When he was at Hoddam College, he even deciphered the small words written in ancient Elvish on the lid of the box - [Water it with your blood and sweat, maybe one day it will sprout.]
Because of the word "heart blood" mentioned in this sentence, Ronan tried to soak the seed in dozens of different kinds of blood.
This includes his own blood, the blood of various animals, and even the blood of various magical beasts.
He also watered the seeds, exposed them to sunlight, moonlight, and starlight. He tried almost every method he could think of, but nothing worked.
At one point Ronan thought that this was simply a dead seed that would never sprout, just like he couldn't revive a dead person or make a stone bloom.
After that, I didn't take care of it anymore and kept it in the innermost part of my storage waist bag, simply keeping it as a souvenir given by a friend.
The last time this box was opened was when Ronan was looking for a storage container for the Invulnerable Leaf.
He also accidentally discovered that the oak box for storing seeds had the magical function of preventing the loss of vitality of plants. However, he never thought that the unharmed leaves put in it were sucked up by the original owner of the box.
"So..what is the Holy Blood Tree?"
When Benig's emotions began to calm down, Ronan spoke up and completely pulled him out of his "madness and confusion" state.
"The Holy Blood Tree is a miracle tree that exists in the ancient legends of the elves."
By this time, Benig had almost regained his composure.
He sat back in his high chair, most of his body hidden in the shadows, his aura restrained and deep.
If it weren't for the few traces of tears still glistening on the festering and hideous cheeks, it would be hard to tell that he had lost his composure at all.
Benigo's hoarse voice sounded like two rusty gears rubbing against each other, and his eyes never left the black seeds in Ronan's hand while he spoke.
"It is said that it has the ability to purify blood and bring people back to life. Of course, no one has ever actually confirmed this."
"Oh."
When Ronan heard Beniger mention the words "resurrection from the dead", he immediately understood Beniger's gaffe.
Of course, he also had a deep understanding of the weight of the chips he held in his hands.
His mentality suddenly relaxed.
He didn't speak either.
After asking this question, Ronan just stood there and looked at Benigol quietly.
He couldn't see the expression on Benig's face, but he could feel that Benig was "uneasy" at the moment.
Finally, a hoarse and low voice came from the high chair again, and there seemed to be a hint of euphemistic negotiation in it.
"If you are willing to give me this seed."
"impossible."
Ronan's answer was straightforward and concise, like a sharp knife, cutting off Benig's words without further ado.
"you!."
Benig's hands suddenly supported the double armrests of the high chair, as if he was anxious and would stand up from the chair at any time.
"It's impossible to give it to you."
"It's a waste to keep this kind of thing in your hands. You don't know how to water it properly and make it germinate and grow."
Benig took a breath and tried to convince Ronan in a hurried tone.
"Listen to what I have to say."
Ronan said: "I can't give it to you, but I can lend it to you temporarily.
You are responsible for growing it and guaranteeing my entry into the Silver Ring.
I promised you before that I would help you infuse energy into the rune array every month, and I will do it.
If you think it's okay, then the deal is done. If not, forget it."
Ronan looked at Benigel calmly. At this point in the development of the matter, he no longer had any intention of bargaining.
What he said was the bottom line he could accept.
"Do you know how much resources are needed to irrigate a Holy Blood Tree seed?"
After listening to Ronan, Benigo spoke slowly.
Ronan shook his head, "I don't know, and I don't want to know why you paid so much for a vague hope, and now that you have finally seen the light, you still care about this little investment of resources?
Besides, I have to take risks too.
What if you kill my seed?"
Beniger's face drooped slightly, as if he was thinking, weighing, and deciding.
After a few breaths, Ronan felt an invisible force pushing him out of the basement.
Benigo's hoarse and cold voice came out along with the cold wind in the basement. "Come find me here in three days.
There will be a small test of your ability when you join the Circle of Magic, so you should prepare well."
Ronan retreated to the entrance of the dilapidated manor and watched the rusty iron door slowly close before his eyes.
His eyes revealed a hint of relaxation and the joy of finally getting what he wanted. Soon, his gaze fell on the small wooden box in his hand, and his expression became a little strange.
“The Holy Blood Tree!
I didn't expect that the Andre brothers and sisters gave me the seeds of this legendary tree.
Go back and find out what this Holy Blood Tree is and what are the uses of its seeds?
Don’t be fooled by this old man.”
He was in a hurry, and his figure quickly disappeared on Tongding Street.
Meanwhile, in the basement of Deserted Manor.
Under the dim light of the rune array, Benigo was kneeling on the ground, his arms wrapped around the ice coffin, his eyes closed and half of his face pressed tightly against the icy coffin surface, his expression gentle and peaceful.
"..Although it is far from the expected Tree of Life, the Holy Blood Tree should be OK..."
"We have finally obtained the core material for the Eternal Life Coffin. We can start making it soon."
"Fiona, trust me I will wake you up..."
"I swear."
three days later.
Ronan stood on the side of the dilapidated street, as quiet as a fine sculpture.
There was a rusty copper lamp post beside me, and the crystal stone on top for night lighting was dark and cracked. There was a thick layer of dust on the lampshade. A round-bellied spider with a pattern hanging by a silver thread was floating gently in the wind.
Ronan took out the pocket watch from his arms, opened it, and then closed it again.
His eyes once again turned to the closed gate of the manor across the street.
One hour and twenty-three minutes had passed since he sent the signal of his arrival to the people in the manor, but the person he was waiting for had not appeared yet.
Ronan did not lose his patience. He had waited for several months for this opportunity to join the Circle of Justice, so he naturally did not care about a mere one hour and twenty-three minutes.
He just simply felt unhappy.
In his previous life, he had never waited like this for a girlfriend.
Now I have to wait so long for a middle-aged man with necrophilia.
Ronan waited for another fifteen minutes, and finally there was the sound of someone walking out of the dilapidated manor.
"crunch-"
The rusty iron door made an unpleasant and harsh sound, and a figure walked out from the door.
It was Benigo, but he looked a little different today.
His messy brown hair was obviously well-groomed and meticulously combed back.
He was wearing an exquisite silver-white robe, and the rune patterns printed on the robe emitted a faint glow in the sunlight.
If you ignore the half of Benigo's face that seems to be severely corroded and festered by metal, he looks like a powerful late-stage first-level wizard.
Noble and majestic.
Ronan's gaze paused slightly when it moved to the left chest of Benigold's robe.
There is a pattern of the iconic ring of the French Ring and seven silver towers.
But under the pattern, there are three small silver rings nestled together.
“Three rings.”
Ronan almost thought he had seen it wrong and counted carefully several times.
He is no longer the newbie who had no idea about the Silver Circle. Although he has not joined the Circle, he knows about some of the systems and level divisions within the Circle.
For regular members of the Circle of Justice, there will only be one symbol representing the Circle of Justice on the left chest of their standard silver robes.
For core members, an additional silver ring pattern will appear under the logo.
The more rings there are, the more noble the core's status is.
So far, the most senior wizard Ronan has ever met in the Circle of Magic is Basil, who had previously refused to vouch for him.
Basil also had only one silver ring on his robe.
And the Benigo in front of him turned out to be a "three-ring"? !
Ronan felt incredible.
According to his knowledge, a third-ring member of the Silver Ring should have the strength of a second-level wizard or above.
Moreover, with the identity of "Three Rings", Benigo should never have fallen into this situation.
Even though he gave everything for a dead woman.
Ronan's heart was filled with turbulent waves, but his face remained calm.
He watched Benigel approaching him step by step. Benigel was very stylish, with a beautiful black metal pipe in his mouth, puffing smoke as he walked.
Ronan remembered the strong smell of tobacco he smelled when he first stepped into Benig's house three days ago, and this seemed to have a reasonable explanation.
"It seems that you used to be very glorious."
Ronan greeted Benigold in a calm tone.
The relationship between the two is now very delicate. They dislike each other, are wary of each other, but have to rely on each other to achieve certain goals.
Benigo did not answer Ronan, but slowly took the pipe from his mouth and gently shook off the burnt tobacco ash on it with his hand, making a crisp sound of metal hitting metal.
"You surprised me too."
Benigo bit his pipe again, his eyes fell on Ronan, and he said lightly: "It's only been three days since we last met, and your aura has changed again.
Your understanding of ice magic seems to have deepened a lot, and has reached a new level..."
Ronan's eyes flickered, and a barely perceptible look of surprise flashed across his eyes. At this time, Benigo chose to end this round of opening remarks directly and turned to walk towards one end of Copper Ingot Street.
“Once you enter the Ring of Magic, you must hand over the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree to me.
There are some things that I need to prepare as soon as possible... At least let me see if the seed still has a chance of being planted."
"Don't worry, I won't break my promise to you."
Ronan walked beside Benigol, thought for a moment and said, "What kind of strength test is required to join the Circle of Magic, and how difficult is it?"
"It's easy for you."
Benigo suddenly stopped, looked Ronan up and down with an inexplicable look, and said with a smile: "To be honest, I am looking forward to the expressions of those guys when they see you.
In order to strengthen the magic circle, those people searched the streets for so-called talents.
But the result is that someone like you, who is right under their noses, is shut out.
In the end, they even came to me for help, haha."
Beniggo talked a lot to himself, not caring whether Ronan could understand him or not. After he finished speaking, he sneered twice and continued to lead the way.
The two of them had no more communication after that until they came to the huge metal building at the entrance of the second-level rune array that Ronan had visited when he first tried to apply to join the Circle of Magic.
(End of this chapter)
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