Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Finding the entrance to the Ring Tower in Cletham was beyond Stuart's job scope.

Therefore, Dargo had to find the entrance on his own. He assigned Stuio another task: to find Serena's impoverished family in Cletam City.

The Ring Towers are the four wizard towers that Dago can see when he looks up, as well as a small area around the towers.

Following the surge of energy in my spiritual vision, I am constantly approaching the French Ring Tower in the eastern part of the city.

Once the wizard's tower completely obscured the sun's outline in the sky, the surge of energy reached its peak.

The runic array in the tower area was clearly much more advanced than the one he had seen in the passage when he first entered. Dense streams of energy wove together to form a water curtain, obscuring everything and making it impossible to see anything inside the array.

After searching for a long time, he finally found a five-story metal building standing outside the light screen, with a huge thorny ring symbol on the outside of the building.

Dago strode in, stated his purpose, and was quickly received by an apprentice wizard.

"Name?"

"Dago Heca".

"age?"

"eighteen."

"strength?"

"A formal wizard."

When Dago stated his age and strength, the middle-aged man in charge of registering him looked up at him in surprise.

"Who recommended you? Did they come with you? A letter of recommendation is also welcome."

The middle-aged man looked at Dago and asked him a question. Dago's brain went blank for a moment, and he looked completely bewildered.

"A recommender? A letter of recommendation? What is all this about?!"

"You don't even know this, yet you're applying to join the French Circle?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but laugh, his fingers lightly tapping the table.

"To apply to join the Ring of Law, one must first possess the strength of a Level 3 Apprentice Wizard, and secondly, one must have accumulated at least twenty years of residence in any Ring of Law city. Of course, this requirement can be waived if a formal member of the Ring of Law is willing to recommend you."

"If so, tell him to come over now. I can wait!"

Dago didn't speak, standing there with his eyes constantly darting around.

"Big brother, please make an exception for me," Dago said, waving a heavy bag of magic stones in front of the middle-aged man.

"So you're trying to bribe me? You're looking down on us Wizards of the Ring of Law. This little bit of money isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap, so get out of here."

The middle-aged man casually raised his hand, indicating that he should leave.

Dago could only sit dejectedly on a chair outside the room, pondering a solution. It seemed that bribery wouldn't work; the average income in the Thorn Ring was quite high.

He could understand why the Thorn Ring had established this rule; its purpose was likely to prevent the infiltration of other forces.

It seems that the Thorn Ring is not the absolute ruler in this area, and has corresponding hostile forces.

"Twenty years? Am I supposed to just sit here with an empty progress system for a full twenty years?"

Dargo couldn't help but shake his head. The wizarding group's monopoly on knowledge might allow some things to slip through the net, but was it possible for him to pick up a loophole?

It's like the national treasure craze of the past, who would start with Ru ware, Chenghua fighting rooster cups, and collect all sorts of cultural relics from the Palace Museum. But once they were appraised, they were all brand new, undisputedly new.

Only by joining this group of people who possess knowledge can one access the true lineage of wizards.

Dago sighed softly, stood up from his chair, and strolled to the window.

Looking at the mysterious and majestic Fourth Ring Tower in the distance, his gaze gradually became distant.

"Then we'll have to find a formal member of the French Circle to recommend us, and this time it'll definitely cost us a lot of money."

"This period is perfect for finding Serena, removing the Tears of Helam from my body, and improving my basic swordsmanship."

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In the days that followed, Dago changed his previous habit of staying secluded in the wizard's inn and started going out every day to learn about the city's layout.

To most ordinary people, the mayor and members of the municipal council are important figures in the city.

However, based on Dago's observations over the past few days, there are actually three most important institutions in Cletam City: the Wizarding Hall, which manages the wizarding profession; the Temple of Wisdom, which controls all rune technology; and the Union Bank, which holds the reins of the economy.

As for the most important matters of regional defense and combat, these were all controlled by the local wizarding forces.

In reality, most wizards and ordinary people are separated; the secular world is secular, and the wizarding world is wizarding.

One very important reason is that legitimate wizards are at risk of corruption, and they basically stay in towers to study the spirit world.

Therefore, apprentice-level wizards are a buffer zone between the secular and wizarding classes, representing the wizarding level that most ordinary people can access.

Basically, the employees in Wizard Hall, Wisdom Sanctuary, and UMNO Bank are all apprentice wizards.

The higher the level, the deeper the spiritual space penetrates into the spirit world, and the greater the possibility of being corrupted and fallen.

Therefore, the higher the level of the wizard, the more difficult it is to find traces of them in the secular world!

Of course, wandering wizards are an exception; they are rats in the wizarding class and are not accepted by most wizarding forces.

Leaving aside loyalty, most wandering wizards have cultivated their skills by picking up scattered knowledge from the wizarding world, which carries a high risk of corruption!

Moreover, they are also a major source of black-robed terrorist organizations, so legitimate forces don't take them seriously!

Dago recalled a line from the wandering swordsman: "Is the life of a fallen leaf merely a search for its roots? Though I roam the world, I have never lost my true self!"

In the meditation room of the Wizard Hall in Cletam City, Dago is meditating.

In the spiritual space, Gugu spread its mist wings outside the gray sun, devouring the distant silver mist, while the silver sea hanging upside down in the sky breathed peacefully.

The star-studded soul of Dago sat cross-legged in the center of the gray sun, swirling silver mist back into the gray sun.

The Despair Black Sphere revolves around the Gray Sun amidst the tug-of-war between the Gray Sun and the Despair Sea.

Dago's mental space was so large that it could not sink into the Silver Sea; only half of his mental space intersected with it.

This caused the silver mist in Dago's mental space to fill much more slowly, and he didn't know who to ask for answers to these cultivation-related questions.

He had anticipated that the wandering wizard's path to becoming a wizard would be exceptionally difficult, but he hadn't expected it to be this difficult.

Having exited the mental space and returned to reality, he sat in the meditation room in a daze, still completely clueless about Serena's whereabouts.

Even though Dago's resolve is now far stronger than before, he can't help but feel down when faced with one terrible and unfortunate thing after another.

Dago took a deep breath, stepped out of the meditation room, and stood on the bustling street, like a street sign.

"Right now, all I can think of is the empty goal of becoming stronger," Dago said, gazing at the gray sky over Cletam City.

"Without family, without love, without friendship, the only thing that keeps me going is the simple biological instinct to admire the strong. There is no goal worth fighting for my whole life."

A sense of emptiness and despair, like a tidal wave, arose from within me; the colors of the world were drifting away from Dago.

He recalled his memories of his past life, recounting those days he could never return to.

The more he reminisced, the more he sank into despair. An invisible black mist enveloped him, causing his soul to be carried away by memories as he pondered.

His body was left behind, pierced and occupied by a dark and cold despair.

In the mental space that Dagger cannot see, Grey Sun is sinking into a black sea of ​​despair.