Wizard Bloodline - Chapter 243

“There is a girl who said she was a friend who came with you. She is outside now.”

The girl that Earl Fleisher was talking about was of course Moriel. She waited until everything on Ronan’s side was settled before coming up.

Moriel’s appearance and temperament were so outstanding that no one dared to stop her, and the journey was smooth.

“It’s my friend.”

Ronan nodded, and Earl Fleisher breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued: “…it has been found out that these damn ‘robbers’ were formerly members of a group called the ‘Chivalrous Adventure Group’, specializing in providing services to civilians. Under the guise of coming forward, they plundered nobles everywhere to support the wizard in their team.

These bastards kept saying they were doing it for justice, but in fact they were not doing it for gold coins. Five years ago, the blacksmith named Dick took out his wife to pay off his debts. He was an out-and-out gambler and drunkard. “

Count Felisher gritted his teeth and said, but Ronan was not interested in these things at all. He raised his hand slightly, interrupted Count Felisher’s words, and then strolled up to a group of thugs who were tied behind their backs and kneeling in front of a pile of corpses. , everyone who passed by them had an undisguised look of hatred on their faces.

The soldiers that Fleisher had raised suffered heavy casualties in this battle, including the two most powerful knight-level warriors. One of them, Ronan, was quite impressive. If I remember correctly, when he was young, the other party was still very impressive. Taught “myself” swordsmanship.

The members of the chivalrous adventure group, headed by the strong man from the Black Tower, are all here, like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The wizard in black robes also revealed his true appearance at this time. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a woman. He had a large black birthmark on his face and his appearance was ugly.

The woman was kneeling on the ground, her body under the black robe still trembling uncontrollably. Her performance was not even as good as the mercenaries of the Chivalrous Adventure Group under her. It was not that she had poor psychological quality, but that she was the only one who knew best. Standing beside them at this time The handsome young man in front of him was actually scary.

Compared with the other party, as a fourth-level wizard apprentice, she was like a firefly under the scorching sun, and she felt as if she would be forcibly “melted” at any moment.

“name?”

Ronan’s eyes fell on the woman and he spoke calmly.

The woman trembled and replied: “Sandry, Sandry. Ani Caesar King.”

Ronan asked a few questions and learned that the woman named Sandri in front of him came from the kingdom next door. She was an orphan. When she was a child, she saved a wandering wizard who was dying. After the other person died, he naturally inherited the other person’s mantle. , and then relied on self-study to practice bit by bit to reach the current state.

According to Sandri, there is a wizard organization called “Guild” on the east coast, which has power throughout the major kingdoms on the east coast. There are many wizards like her in the “guild”, and she can exchange worldly wealth for a certain amount of money. practice resources.

After all, if they choose to live in the secular world, most wizards also need gold coins to support their enjoyment.

However, because the “guild” has clear regulations that do not allow wizards to use their power to interfere with the secular world without permission. Once violated, they will be severely punished, so Sandri chose to “cooperate” with the adventure group to rob the nobles.

“I didn’t know that there was a being as great as you in this land.”

Sandrie sighed sincerely and buried her head deeply between her knees.

The most powerful wizard Sandri had ever seen had only one ten thousandth of the mental power of the person in front of her.

Ronan listened quietly to Sandri’s story, nodded slightly, and then looked at her calmly.

“Do you still want to live?”

Sandri looked up sharply, “What do I need to give you?”

“What do you think?”

Sandri reacted, quickly threw herself at Ronan’s feet, kissed the soil at his feet, and at the same time quickly recited the incantation to sign the soul contract.

The members of the chivalrous adventure group kneeling behind Sandri saw the meaning of Sandri’s behavior, and they also knelt forward and said, “We can also be loyal, sir, we.”

“Whoosh——”

A slight sound broke through the air, and the shouts of the adventurers led by the strong man from the Black Tower immediately stopped. They all fell to the ground. A small round hole appeared between everyone’s eyebrows, and thick Blood flowed from it.

Ronan casually put away the titanium that transformed into a flying needle, took out the cowbell of “Skeleton Death Knell”, and collected the souls of several people to serve as food for the ghost boy Ahashia inside the cowbell.

Then he completed the remaining master-servant contract signing with Sandri, and the matter came to an end.

The reason why he didn’t kill Sandri was because he saw that she had good qualifications and a young soul, but she could reach the level of a fourth-level apprentice through self-study. This may not be a big deal in the southern wizarding world, but it is quite rare on the east coast. .

Wizards have a long lifespan, and Sandry can protect the Damien family for a long time.

As for the strong men in the Black Tower and others, they would be more loyal if they were refined into undead puppets, so there was no need to keep them.

After accepting Sandri, Ronan noticed that the paused changes in his body continued again.

Obviously, “protecting the family” is also one of the obsessions of the predecessor “Ronan”.

Ronan felt like his soul was like a pot of thick soup. What he had to do now was to slowly stir and melt the remaining pieces of butter in the pot of thick soup.

After doing all this, Ronan turned to look at the waiting relatives of the Damien family.

He glanced over, and many people became nervous.

Ronan saw a number of familiar or unfamiliar faces, and memories surged in his mind.

He stopped at a beautiful woman who was staring at him closely, her lips tightly pursed, her eyes excited but she was trying hard not to show it.

Ronan’s eyes flickered slightly, and he walked towards the beautiful woman step by step.

When he walked in front of the beautiful woman, he gently said: “Mother.”

Instantly, the tears in the beautiful woman’s eyes burst out, and she hugged him and burst into tears.

At night, in the brightly lit castle banquet hall.

The gorgeous long table covered with red cloth was filled with all kinds of food.

Ronan quietly tasted every dish in front of him. Every time he took a bite, he would close his eyes and pause for a while to savor it carefully.

Molly sat next to him, feasting without the temperament of a noble daughter.

Count Feresser and the dignified beautiful woman with chestnut hair tied up did not move their knives and forks, but just looked at the two of them.

When the last dish that he had been thinking about in his memory was finished, Ronan exhaled lightly.

The moment he put down his knife and fork, he seemed to become more “clear” from the inside out, but this incredible feeling was only felt by Ronan himself.

“Ronan.”

Seeing that Ronan had finished his meal, Count Fresser, who was sitting opposite him, called his name tentatively.

His son, whom he had not seen for six years, returned with an irresistible and powerful attitude, and he had not yet found the right position for himself in this “strange” relationship.

“Father, you say.”

Ronan looked at Count Fresser calmly and spoke, but the latter seemed very restrained.

“I have already ordered that from tomorrow, all the people in the Damien family will come to see you one by one, and the painter you requested is on the way.”

Count Fresser mentioned the things that Ronan had explained one by one. If an uninformed bystander was present, it would be impossible to see that this was a communication between a father and son, and it was more like a subordinate reporting to a superior.

Ronan was also very clear about this, but he didn’t care.

From the moment he stepped into the castle, the memory of his predecessor “Ronan” constantly provided him with all kinds of strange and bizarre revelations, trivial and complicated.

If all these things were written on paper, it would probably be a very long “bucket list”.

And he could only patiently complete them one by one.

When Count Fereche finished the last thing, he looked at Ronan and hesitated and said, “Will you leave again after you come back this time?”

“Of course.”

Ronan nodded, “I can only stay for a while, and after I leave this time, I probably won’t come back for a long time. But before I leave, I will try my best to arrange everything.”

Count Fereche’s face suddenly showed a disappointed expression.

Although he didn’t know much about wizards, judging from the witch of the Chivalrous Adventure Group’s respectful attitude towards Ronan, his second son might have climbed to a very high level in the wizard world.

If the other party was willing to stay, he couldn’t imagine how prosperous the Damien family would develop.

Unfortunately

A woman’s soft sobbing sounded in the hall.

Ronan turned his head and quietly looked at the dignified and beautiful woman who was wiping her tears with a handkerchief on the side of the long table.

He thought about it and finally couldn’t help but say: “Mother.”

The beautiful woman stopped crying and looked up at him with red eyes.

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“Where’s Li’er?”

Ronan said a name.

Count Fereche had seven wives, and in the six years since Ronan left home, this number increased to twelve.

There are many children, and in the huge Damien family, the predecessor “Ronan” cares most about, in addition to Count Fereche and his biological mother, probably his sister Li’er, who has always had the best relationship with him since childhood.

When he was in the south, he often received letters from the other party. The last time he received a letter, he learned that the other party was about to get engaged.

Li’er is also one of the strongest obsessions of the predecessor “Ronan”.

But this time, Ronan has not seen her until now. He guessed that she might have married. Calculating the time, it was almost the right time.

However, facing Ronan’s question, the dignified and beautiful woman suddenly fell silent.

Count Fereche’s expression also became a little strange.

When Ronan felt something was wrong, he frowned slightly, and then he heard Count Fereche sigh softly and said, “Lier died. Last summer.”

In an instant, all the candlelight in the castle hall, which was brightly lit like daylight, dimmed.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became extremely depressing.

Molly, who had been eating, suddenly stopped eating, raised her head, and looked at Ronan with a strange look.

In the dim light, Ronan’s face did not show any fluctuations in expression at this time, and the whole person looked very calm.

But at this moment.

Molly seemed to hear the crisp sound of something breaking quietly in her heart.

The days in the earldom passed slowly and calmly like a river covered with dead leaves in late autumn.

The Damien family prepared for the “winter hunt” to celebrate the harvest, and the lively scene was very different from previous years.

The entire castle became “quiet”, and the people living in the castle deliberately lowered their voices when communicating with each other, and slowed down their steps as much as possible, as if they were afraid of disturbing someone.

The autumn afternoon sun shone through the dark green leaves of the creeper and shone on the wall, but there was no temperature.

A group of seven or eight-year-old children in luxurious clothes gathered together, stepping on the supports piled up with several discarded bricks, and curiously looked inside with their eyes wide open.

The room was very quiet. There was only one painter with long braids busy in front of the drawing board. The children’s attention was not on the colorful paints at all. Instead, they were sitting opposite the painter, holding a book in their hands and leafing through it quietly. Look at the man.

The children could not see clearly the man’s specific appearance, and could only catch a glimpse of a pure black robe embroidered with silver.

There seemed to be light flowing all the time on the robe, and there seemed to be many flickering lights surrounding it, just like the starry sky on a midsummer night, full of mysterious and profound colors.

The children gradually became fascinated. After an unknown period of time, a coughing sound was heard.

A boy who was “frightened” accidentally fell from the stone, and all the children suddenly dispersed in panic.

“Okay.”

The sweaty painter put down his pen and stammered uneasily.

When Ronan heard the sound, he gently closed the page of the book and stood up, walking slowly over to check the other party’s results.

The newly dyed canvas depicts a handsome and peaceful young man wearing a wizard’s robe.

He is only 50 or 60% similar to Ronan himself.

It’s not about being satisfied or dissatisfied. With Ronan’s current mental strength, even if he restrains himself with all his strength, the force field naturally emitted from his body will distort the light, making it impossible for ordinary people to truly see the details of his facial features.

It was remarkable that the painter in front of him could paint his portrait like this while being in the same room with him.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and Count Felice pushed the door open and came in.

Ronan nodded slightly, and the painter on the side immediately walked out with his drawing board as if he had been granted amnesty.

Count Felice came over, glanced at the painting held by Ronan, and then talked to him in a low voice.

Quickly, the two left the room.

Go all the way forward, then go down the stairs of the castle, and finally stop in front of a secret room.

This is a newly excavated underground chamber. Even though it has been repaired many times, the air is still filled with the slightly moist smell of decaying earth.

Ronan raised his hand casually, and a beam of light lit up from his fingers, illuminating the entire secret room like daylight.

Count Felice stopped at the door knowingly, turned and left, leaving him alone.

Ronan slowly walked in and looked up at the underground secret room – the space was not big, only about thirty square meters, and it was empty, except for the bare stone walls on all sides.

Everything was as he requested.

Ronan’s face showed a slight look of satisfaction, then he shook his hands gently and threw a bunch of things out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, the mental power spread out, enveloping the materials, and quickly submerged into the surrounding stone walls.

The sound of falling gravel soon sounded on the surrounding stone walls, and strange and twisted rune patterns began to gradually appear.

These lines were densely packed almost throughout the entire stone wall space, and finally ended up at Ronan’s feet.

When Ronan embedded the high-level magic stones that he had prepared long ago into a few specific energy grooves, the entire rune array soon began to operate, and lines lit up, adding many mysterious elements to the small secret room. color.

After doing all this, Ronan gently shook away the dry canvas in his hand.