Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 181 For You

278, 279, 280...

The number of students on the platform has exceeded 280 and is still increasing slowly and steadily.

The entire arena fell silent, all eyes fixed on Ron, filled with unbelievable shock.

Hector's face had long since turned from ashen to pale, and in the end, only a numb sense of horror remained.

He originally thought that Ron, after passing the God Kingdom Trial, would at most be able to barely advance to the seventh-tier mage level, just like him.

After all, becoming a seventh-tier mage doesn't mean you're a mage just because you reach level 70. You need to learn seventh-tier magic to be considered a mage.

Seventh-order magic is not so easy to comprehend; it is almost a prototype of laws, and its learning difficulty is a hundred or a thousand times greater than that of sixth-order magic.

Only one out of a thousand sixth-tier mages might become a seventh-tier mage.

There is a world of difference between a mage and a magician.

So, watching Ron's potential rise from the beginning, gradually moving to the middle, and even the top, Hector was bewildered.

He was a chosen one of heaven, the best of the younger generation in the Emerald Kingdom, and only after receiving divine blessings twice did he barely learn seventh-order magic.

But Ron, who was several years younger than him and had been ridiculed as trash by various countries, had already embarked on the path to becoming an eighth-order archmage.

It was like an insurmountable mountain standing in front of him.

"Is he... is he really a seventh-tier cultivator?" someone murmured to themselves, their voice hoarse.

Ron's mental strength and magical power were far inferior to those of a regular seventh-tier mage.

But... the Demon God Altar doesn't lie.

"His mastery of seventh-tier magic... is probably close to the peak of the seventh tier, or even touching the threshold of the eighth tier, right?"

As the number of students on the stage continued to increase, a knowledgeable old monk stroked his beard, his hands trembling slightly.

A seventeen-year-old at the peak of the seventh rank?

Neither of the two great empires today can produce such a genius, can they?
If they knew that Ron had learned seventh-tier magic with a mental strength of level 64, their worldviews would probably be shattered.

This is something only a legendary god of magic could do!

291, 292, 293...

When the number of students finally settled at exactly three hundred, the light from Ron's platform finally stabilized, and no more new students entered.

He remained as nonchalant as ever, even stretching as if what he had just done was a trivial matter.

Three hundred people!
The theoretical limit for a seventh-tier mage to carry is three hundred people.

This means that Ron's seventh-order magic had reached perfection, and he was only one step away from becoming an eighth-order archmage, a rarity at the time.

A deathly silence enveloped the altar square.

"Gudong."

Someone swallowed hard, the sound particularly clear in the otherwise silent environment.

On the high platform, Wendy, the vice-head of the White Demon School, had a glint in her eyes.

Good lad, you've been hiding it well.

The vice-head of the Grey Demon Academy had a face so gloomy it could drip water.

Damn, the White Mage's got incredibly good luck.

Previously, a genius girl who was a seventh-tier mage was acquired, and now another genius seventh-tier mage has emerged.

Putting aside everything else, it severely damaged the morale of the Grey Witch Institute.

The teachers and students of the Grey Demon Academy couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

I have a feeling that after this magic festival, White Magic Academy will fall far behind Grey Magic Academy.

They looked at Hector, who was lost in thought, their initial optimism turning into worry.

Before the competition between the two had even officially begun, Ron had already delivered a resounding slap to the Emerald Kingdom during the entrance ceremony.

Of course, the Glorious Church couldn't escape it either.

The smile on Bishop Malcolm's face had vanished, replaced by extreme solemnity and a barely perceptible gloom.

He could tell that Ron's level was not 70, but Ron's strength far exceeded his expectations.

This suddenly made what was originally thought to be a sure thing become full of variables.

"Ron, don't think you've won just like that."

After registration was completed, Hector roared at Ron, "Strength doesn't mean anything; I will be the winner in the end."

"Ah."

Ron chuckled softly.

He didn't even glance at Hector, who was trying to save face, but instead swept his gaze over the three hundred students behind him who would one day enter the Sea of ​​Magical Consciousness with him.

"Gentlemen, are you confident that you can win this match against me?"

His voice was calm, yet it carried a reassuring power.

"Have!"

Three hundred students from the White Magic House were flushed with excitement, responding in unison with pride and fervor.

To be able to follow such a young yet powerful mentor into the sea of ​​consciousness is undoubtedly an immense stroke of luck.

Hearing Ron's shouts, the students behind Hector seemed somewhat demoralized.

Hector snorted coldly, and without saying anything encouraging like Ron, he turned and left the sacrificial ceremony venue.

As Ron's round of teachers ended, a new round of teachers took the stage.

But after the climax Ron had just brought, no matter how well the teachers performed during the subsequent registration, they could no longer stir up any excitement in the hearts of the people.

Until Gloucester entered the field.

...298, 299, 300.

As expected, Glover displayed the talent befitting a genius.

Full capacity (300 people)!

The crowd gasped in astonishment.

The White Devil's face was long, and Wendy couldn't stop smiling.

Looking at Wendy's smile, the vice-head of the Grey Witch House felt gloomy. If it weren't for the activation ritual that still needed to be completed, he would have wanted to leave.

It's not that no one in the Grey Magic Academy has reached the 300-student limit, but those are all veteran teachers in the academy. None of the newcomers are impressive, and the White Magic Academy steals all the limelight.

With Glovi's round of teachers registering as the final participant, the sacrificial ceremony came to a close.

Ultimately, 187 teachers from the White Magic Academy and 158 teachers from the Grey Magic Academy participated. The combined number of teachers from the two academies was almost equal to the combined number of teachers from all the other academies.

Even a fraction of that is something most colleges can only dream of.

As expected, after the ceremony ended, the two academies were once again met with a torrent of insults from their respective academies.

The two colleges didn't take it seriously.

"Back to the academy?"

As Ron left the sacrificial ceremony, Glovi asked.

Registration is now complete. Just wait two more days for the Magic Festival to begin, and you can directly enter the God of Magic's consciousness.

"Since we're all out here, let's take a stroll."

Ron said.

Anyway, there are only two days left, so it won't cause much trouble.

Of course, the most important thing is that he now possesses seventh-tier magic in addition to Word Magic, which allows him to easily handle many troubles.

During his time at the White Demon Academy, the Thorn Territory also developed steadily, and his reputation gains reached 50 yesterday.

Without hesitation, he immediately exchanged for a seventh-tier spell.

After all, staying in the White Devil House isn't absolutely safe.

Strength is the bottom line.

For example, he didn't encounter any troublesome people on his way to the Secret Nightmare Medicine Shop.

The title of a seventh-tier peak mage alone is enough to eliminate most of his troubles.

Anyone looking to cause trouble should think twice about their own capabilities.

"Hello."

Entering the apothecary again after a long absence, Ron politely asked the apprentice minding the shop, "Is Teacher Fiona here?"

"It's you."

The apprentice paused for a moment, then recognized Ron.

She recognized Ron as the same Mr. Gatlin who had visited her over the past two months.

Ron wasn't surprised. Gatlin and Talulah were very close, and Talulah later appeared by Ron's side and called him "teacher." Combining these clues, a little deduction could lead to the conclusion that Gatlin was Ron.

This is no secret in the magic capital now, so it's normal that the other party could recognize him.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Ron, your timing is very bad. Teacher Fiona was still at the shop yesterday, but she returned to her tribe this morning.”

The apprentice replied apologetically.

"Is that so?" Ron looked slightly disappointed. "Then I'll come to visit another day."

“Wait, Mr. Ron.”

The apprentice suddenly called out to Ron.

Ron turned back to look at the apprentice with a puzzled expression.

"Before she left, Ms. Fiona said that if you come to visit again, she will give you that thing."

"That's what the apprentice said."

"That thing?"

Ron was puzzled.

"plz follow me."

The apprentice turned and walked toward the private area behind the pharmacy.

Ron followed.

Glover watched Ron's departing figure without following him, since no one had invited her.

She wasn't worried that it was a trap, as her natural magic allowed her to sense signs of life in her surroundings.

Apart from the apprentices, there was no one else at this pharmacy.

Ron followed the apprentice into a room that looked like a study. Although there were no bookshelves, there were many books scattered on the table and the floor.

Ron stood in front of the door. The apprentice skillfully stepped over the messy pile of books, walked to the wooden box in the far corner, opened it, and took out an item.

"Please accept this, sir."

The apprentice handed the items in his hands to Ron.

"This is……"

Ron took it.

The apprentice handed over a ten-centimeter cube of wood, which was very light, like foam.

It doesn't look particularly special, and most people would probably just throw it away if they got their hands on it.

But Ron knew it was a good thing.

How did she know I needed this?
Ron found it strange, as he had visited several times under the pretext of requesting a potion.

As a result, the other party knew what he wanted without even seeing him.

And they gave it to me very generously.

Although I don't know what the other party's purpose is, what's given to me is mine.

Ron accepted it without hesitation.

On the surface, he still pretended to be clueless: "What is this?"

The apprentice shook his head.

The teacher did not tell him what it was.

Did she add any other message?

Ron asked.

"Teacher Fiona hopes that you will finish what you are doing and make a trip to the Forest of Sighs to visit your clan."

The apprentice relayed the message.

“The Forest of Sighs?” Ron examined the wooden block in his hand repeatedly, and finally nodded: “I will go.”

"Thank you."

The shop assistant expressed his gratitude.

In her view, Fiona's request was like a plea for help.

Ron agreed to the request, which meant he agreed to go to the Forest of Sighs to help.

This made her very grateful, and her worries dissipated considerably.

Ron's legend has been vividly portrayed in the newspapers. With such a powerful person helping him, Teacher Fiona will surely be alright.

After packing his things away, Ron returned to the shop.

When Gloway saw Ron come out, he dropped his readiness to provide support.

Ron nodded to her, and the two left the apothecary side by side.

She didn't ask Ron what he had done inside, or what the owner of the Nightmare Apothecary had given him.
Her attention was focused solely on her own responsibilities.

Ron really likes this kind of person.

Although he had achieved his goal and no longer had the heart to stroll around, he still chose to take some time to accompany his fiancée for a walk in order to spend more time with her and strengthen their relationship.

The magical capital is now bustling with activity.

Ron and Glover walked side by side on the bustling streets of the magical capital.

Compared to the solemnity of the sacrificial ceremony, the city's market was full of vibrant life.

A wide variety of stalls were on display, selling magical materials, alchemy tools, exotic pets, and unique handicrafts and snacks from all over the world.

Glover remained taciturn, but her clear blue eyes would occasionally linger on small objects that exuded a natural charm or were exquisitely crafted.

Ultimately, she is still a naive young girl.

Ron stopped when Glover turned his gaze back to the items on the stall.

Before him was a stall run by an old elf, displaying mostly small trinkets handwoven or carved from tree branches, seeds, crystals, and exotic feathers, full of natural and wild beauty.

It must be said that the aesthetic sense of the Elven race is indeed far superior to that of other races.

Ron's gaze swept across the stall, finally settling on a brooch carved from dark purple sandalwood and inlaid with a tiny, translucent emerald amber.

The sandalwood is carved into the shape of intertwined thorns, guarding the verdant vitality in the center that has frozen time, both resilient and full of life.

"How much is it?"

Ron picked up the brooch and asked about the price.

After the old elf made an offer, Ron paid for it immediately.

"For you."

He turned around and handed the brooch to Glover.

Glover was slightly taken aback.

"Young man, this item is called the Heart of Eternity, symbolizing protection and perseverance. If you give it to this young lady, you must protect her for the rest of your life," the old stall owner said with a smile.

It would have been better if he hadn't said these things; once he did, Glover became somewhat hesitant.

I hesitated, wondering whether I should accept the brooch.

"Protection is mutual. As long as she is willing to protect me, I am also willing to protect her."

Ron looked at the old stall owner and said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Glover's hesitation vanished, and he reached out to take the brooch.

Holding the brooch tightly in my hand, I could feel the warmth of the sandalwood and the coolness of the amber on my fingertips.

"Thank you."

After expressing her gratitude, she pinned the brooch to her plain-colored robe, as if to show her determination.

Ron smiled.

These naive young girls are so easy to fool.

After buying the gifts and wandering around for a while, seeing that the sun was beginning to set, the two decided to return to the White Demon Academy.

Instead of flying, the two walked quietly on the road back to the White Devil House.

Gradually, the number of pedestrians on the road decreased.

Just as the two were about to cross from the Second Ring Road area to the First Ring Road area.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed from the dense forest that served as a safety barrier.

Getting closer.

Ron turned to look.

Just then, a figure covered in blood and with tattered clothes staggered out from the depths of the dense forest.

(End of this chapter)