Wizard Bloodline - Chapter 258

The breeze blew the leaves, making a rustling sound.

Ronan was half naked, his robes were pulled down to his waist, and he sat cross-legged under the Holy Blood Tree, speaking calmly.

“It’s done.”

Benigo nodded, said nothing, picked up a half-foot-long bone needle from the mobile tool table at hand, dipped it in a pottery dish filled with dark red unknown solution, and then engraved it on Ronan’s body bit by bit.

The process was a bit like a tattoo. The tip of the bone needle slightly pierced Ronan’s skin, and then the special liquid in the needle was gently injected.

When the whole “tattoo” process was over, a huge upside-down tree pattern appeared on Ronan’s chest and waist.

Benigo was sweating all over his body. The seemingly simple steps were not easy for him.

Without wiping the sweat off his face, Benigo quickly handed Ronan something that looked like a beetle, “Don’t swallow it, hold it under your tongue.”

Ronan followed his instructions, stuffed the brown-yellow beetle into his mouth, and gently pressed it with his tongue. He could still feel the insect struggling under his tongue.

At this time, the Benigo people were already standing under the Holy Blood Tree, holding the same bone needles, busy on the trunk of the Holy Blood Tree.

Similar to the previous steps, when the same pattern was carved, Benigo took out a dagger and stabbed it hard into the trunk of the Holy Blood Tree. The latter seemed to be in pain, and the branches and leaves trembled “swish”.

Benigo took this opportunity to crush a bright green beetle with force, and smeared the remains and juice on the trunk of the Holy Blood Tree.

“Now.”

He shouted in a low voice, and Ronan pressed his tongue down upon hearing the words. The body of the beetle under his tongue exploded instantly, and a fishy and sweet taste with a hint of bitterness immediately filled his mouth.

The beetle’s body seemed to melt, turning into a hot stream that flowed down Ronan’s throat.

At the same time, Ronan felt that countless ants seemed to be wriggling on the surface of his body. He immediately released the control of his muscles, and in an instant, countless “ants” immediately drilled in through his muscles.

From the perspective of an observer, you can see that the pattern of the upside-down tree on Ronan’s body is fading rapidly, and the same is true for the Holy Blood Tree. The wound that was stabbed by Benigo with a knife is also healing rapidly.

Ronan felt that his body was extremely itchy, as if countless ants were marching deep into his body along his flesh and bones.

Suddenly, his heart seemed to be bitten by something!

Ronan’s eyelids twitched slightly, and then slowly fell down.

It was like a hot spark falling on the heart leaflets, then the second, and the third.

Ronan saw the skin on his body begin to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a branding iron gradually heating up under a flame, the stinging heat gathered on the surface of his heart, and was imprinted into it bit by bit.

“Hua-Hua-“

He heard the sound of blood flowing in his blood vessels, and all the blood in his body rushed to the heart. The vitality ball in his body released a large amount of vitality, and blood was produced rapidly all the time.

A little red light shot out from the heart and hit the Holy Blood Tree in front of him, coinciding with the position of the pattern on the trunk of the Holy Blood Tree.

An inexplicable passage was reached.

“Buzz-“

A strange energy with a hint of gold in the deep red was continuously injected into Ronan’s body along this empty passage.

This energy was like a stream of clear water, as if the burning heart quickly “cooled down”, the burning pain subsided, as if something was taking shape quickly with the coolness.

“Hu——”

When everything was over, Ronan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

He looked down at himself, and the tattoo pattern of the upside-down tree on his skin had completely disappeared, and he returned to his original white and smooth appearance.

On the contrary, the heart in the chest cavity had an extra layer of light golden light film on the outside. On the surface of the heart, there was a holy blood tree pattern that seemed to be reduced countless times. Some blood flowed rapidly along this pattern, forming a complex and harmonious cycle.

“Holy Tree Array.”

Ronan touched the position of his heart, thinking.

Looking up, looking at the holy blood tree in front of him, the breath had declined several times more than before, and the ground under the tree was full of withered and fallen holy blood leaves. It looked as if it had just experienced a “blood purification” ceremony beyond its ability, causing great damage to its vitality.

Ronan stood up, reached out and gently stroked the trunk of the Holy Blood Tree, and a trace of guilt arose in his heart.

The Holy Blood Tree was so well-behaved and sensible that it made people feel distressed, and in return, it comforted him with its drooping branches and leaves.

“Do you feel uncomfortable?”

Benigo came up and asked Ronan, holding a notebook ready to record at any time.

Ronan tried to call on the power of his body and blood, shook his head, and replied: “Except for a little ‘weakness’, everything else is fine”

“That’s good”

Benigo’s face was slightly relaxed, and while writing on the notebook, he told him: “The magic circle itself is relatively fragile. Try to avoid being directly attacked to the heart when fighting with others. Once the magic circle is damaged, I don’t know what the result will be.

The energy of the Holy Blood Tree stored in the magic circle can theoretically maintain the operation of this magic circle for about five years. After five years, whether the deduction is successful or not, you’d better come back.”

Bannigo said, turning his head to look at the “depressed” Holy Blood Tree, frowning and saying: “I deliberately let it extract most of its energy for you, in order to curb its rapid growth for a period of time.

But this kind of immortal species, once it survives, will only grow faster and faster like a snowball…

I don’t know if this place can support five years.”

Bannigo shook his head and said: “Anyway, remember to pay more attention to the right place to transplant it. Once it grows up, it will be good for both you and me.”

“I understand.”

Ronan slowly put on his robe again, and a ball of black metal that kept wriggling like a living thing flew out of his sleeves and hovered in front of Benigo.

“Its name is Titanium.”

Ronan looked at Benigo and said calmly: “It can continuously evolve its grade by devouring other metals.”

Bannigo was slightly stunned, and a trance flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to remember the scene when he once handed the “Demon Nightmare Tungsten Steel” to Ronan, who was only a first-level wizard.

Benigo did not refuse or thank him, but nodded and accepted the titanium that Ronan gave up.

After the symptoms of soul decay were alleviated, Benigo’s strength could continue to grow, and he had another chance to climb up. He really needed a suitable metal magic medium.

“Let’s go.”

“Yeah.”

Benigo watched Ronan leave calmly until his back completely disappeared at the entrance, then walked to the experimental table alone and got busy as usual.

After leaving the secret space, Ronan looked around the valley for the last time, and then flew towards the sky in one direction.

Benigo was the person in the world who knew most of his secrets.

After so many years, the two had already become an inseparable whole.

Benigo knew that he would definitely come back, just as he knew that Benigo would definitely wait for him there.

So there was no need for a too solemn farewell between the two.

Half a month later, on a sunny afternoon.

On the street paved with shells and cobblestones, beside two swaying carriages, a young man walked along with the sound of crisp and pleasant sea breeze bells.

The young man was tall and straight, with short dark chestnut hair, which was smooth and slightly wavy.

The color of his hair complemented his skin, showing a warm tone in the sun.

As he walked, his eyes were lowered, as if he was thinking about something. As he walked, he gave people a sense of peace and tranquility and a strong bookish atmosphere.

Even if he was wearing the simplest gray linen robe, he was still an extremely outstanding and beautiful person. Even in the most prosperous capital, let alone this remote port town, everyone who was lucky enough to see him, regardless of gender, would stop what they were doing and look at him more curiously.

“Buzz——”

At a three-way intersection with a downward slope, Ronan suddenly stopped. In his lake-blue eyes, which were invisible to everyone, a deep purple light flashed and disappeared. The depth and brilliance of the moment seemed like the starry sky, but it quickly dimmed in the next second.

“Almost.”

Please…collect_6Ⅰ9Ⅰ书Ⅰ吧 (六\九\书\吧!)

Ronan took a breath and muttered in his heart.

Just now, he was only a little short of completing the most basic star chart deduction described in the “Ancient Star Book”.

The weak point is still in mental strength, but compared with before, it has improved a lot. Ronan estimated that after a few more practices, he will be able to complete the breakthrough naturally.

He casually brought up his character panel – [Basic Meditation – Clear Realm (Master 1499/1600)].

There was only a little proficiency left before the third purification of mental power. Although the strength progress shown on the panel had not changed, only Ronan himself knew that he was much better than before in the use of some details of mental power.

Being able to perform more complex energy control, reflected in the release of spells, is a more delicate and natural operation, with a sense of lightness.

This progress cannot be reflected on the digital panel, but it has really improved Ronan’s actual combat level.

Concentrating his mind, Ronan raised his head and looked around.

What appeared in front of him at this time were two narrow shell cobblestone paths, with some low houses built of wood or stone on both sides of the path, a small monastery on the left, and the endless blue sea level in the distance.

Qifeng Port.

A wizard town located on the west coast of the southern continent, similar to the original Hoddam, with wizards and mortals.

Most of the wizards living here are wandering apprentices.

Ronan quietly watched everything in front of him, took out a few pieces of letter paper from the space ring, lowered his head to read carefully, and then continued to walk forward in one direction.

He walked all the way to the end of the street. The sea breeze through the long alley became stronger, and the air became more humid. He could hear the sound of seagulls and ship horns in the distance. Ronan finally stopped in front of a narrow shop.

Looking at the closed wooden door of the shop, Ronan’s eyes flickered slightly.

He walked up and saw the eye-catching brass padlock on the door, which was already covered with a thin layer of dust.

He raised his head and looked around the eaves of the door. A wind chime full of local characteristics of Qifeng Port came into view.

Ronan waved his hand, and the wind chime hanging on the eaves of the door gently fell into his hand, without making any sound, because the bell core of the wind chime had disappeared, leaving only a copper shell, and a simple sunny doll made of white cotton balls and blue cloth tied to the bell.

Ronan turned over the blue cloth wrapped with white cotton balls, and saw a beautiful name written in black ink behind the blue cloth – Cheryl.

Ronan pursed his lips slightly, put down the wind chime and doll in his hand, and a trace of unspeakable emotions slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.

He seemed to be a step late.

He followed the letter from the old Wells and the other two to Qifeng Port. Following the instructions in the letter, he found the pharmacy that the old Wells mentioned, but the result was that the store was empty. According to the traces of dust on the copper lock of the store door, it was estimated that the store had been closed for several months.

Did it change its location?

Or did the person leave Qifeng Port?

Ronan didn’t know.

At this time, a slightly nervous voice came from his ear.

“Would you like a cup of Firegull Drink?”

Ronan turned around and saw a boy with a wooden basket on his back, looking nervous.

He was about 13 or 14 years old, barefoot, curly-haired, with a dark complexion that was common among people living by the sea. The wooden frame behind him was filled with a variety of tropical fruits.

The Firegull Drink the boy was talking about was a drink that was quite local to Qifeng Port, made by mixing several kinds of fruit juice and alcohol, and adding Firegull blood.

One cup only required one or two pieces of magic stone.

Small vendors selling this drink could be seen everywhere in Qifeng Port. Ronan shook his head kindly at the boy. He had tasted this drink, but unfortunately, he could not accept its taste.

I thought the boy would give up or continue to sell it.

Unexpectedly, the next time the boy spoke carefully, he asked, “Sir, are you a friend of Mr. Wells?”

Ronan was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the boy with some surprise.

“Do you know them?”

“Of course!”

Hearing Ronan’s admission, the boy seemed to grow bolder all of a sudden. He took two steps towards Ronan and said quickly: “I spend almost two to three hourglass hours in Mr. Wells’s shop every day. He likes me very much and even taught me the wizard’s meditation method.

Sir, you are also a noble wizard, right?”

The boy looked up at Ronan with an expectant and admiring look.

Ronan didn’t answer, but smiled and said, “Do you know where they are now?”

“I don’t know.”

The boy shook his head and answered a little frustratedly, “Mr. Wells left with Miss Winnie and Cheryl suddenly, and no one knew where they went.

Before they left, they left me a letter and specifically asked me to give it to a man named…”

As the boy spoke, he suddenly realized it, slapped his forehead hard, and then looked at Ronan with wide eyes, “Sir, may I ask your name?”

Ronan’s eyes flickered, and he slowly said, “My name is Ronan, Ronan Damien.”

“So you are the Mr. Damien they are talking about!”

The boy shouted excitedly.