Wizard Bloodline

"This is a seven-ring open trial mission."

Bannigo said, "There should be many first-level wizards from other magic rings going there by then."

"First-level wizards?"

Ronan blinked, "Isn't the brain-eating flower attractive to second-level wizards?"

Ronan originally thought that this was a mission that second-level wizards would walk all over the place, as it can greatly improve mental power and increase the chance of comprehending a domain of magic resonance.

Bannigo seemed to see his thoughts and shook his head and said, "Don't forget, when I said that the brain-eating flower can greatly improve mental power, it was aimed at you, based on the first-level wizard as the standard.

The mental power of a second-level wizard is dozens of times stronger than that of a first-level wizard. It is a precious potion for you, but it may be just an ordinary thing for a second-level wizard.

Besides, the ancient potion formula I mastered is not something that anyone can easily obtain.

Even if you master the formula, the effect of this potion in increasing the chance of comprehending a domain of magic resonance is also only applicable to first-level wizards."

"Why?"

Ronan asked.

"Because of the special medicinal properties of the brain-eating flower, and the difference between the mental power forms of a second-level wizard and a first-level wizard."

Bannigo tapped his temple with his finger and explained simply: "When the medicinal properties of the brain-eating flower are exerted, there will be a process of completely crushing your mental power.

The mental power of a second-level wizard condenses into a crystal, which cannot withstand such tossing..."

Ronan's face showed a clear look. If what Bannigo said was true, then if he took on this task, he only needed to be careful of the first-level wizards of the other six major magic rings.

This difficulty was undoubtedly reduced a lot.

But Bannigo's next sentence completely extinguished the relaxation that Ronan had just felt in his heart.

"What I just said is just a normal situation. Although the value of the brain-eating flower to a second-level wizard is not that great, it cannot be ruled out that there will be second-level wizards who will go to fight for it.

The key is."

Bannigo looked into his eyes and said calmly but firmly: "If I were Travis, this mission would be the best opportunity to get the Demonic Tungsten Steel on you."

"Are you saying that Travis will find someone to attack me in this mission?"

Ronan's eyes flashed with brilliance.

"If he knew you accepted it."

Bannigo said lightly: "That's almost inevitable.

Unless he suddenly lost interest in the Demonic Tungsten Steel and no longer blamed you for beating up several of his wizards..."

Ronan had no expression on his face and nodded slowly: "Okay, I know."

He looked down at the sprouting Holy Blood Tree seeds on the experimental table and asked: "How often do these seeds need to be watered with my blood?"

"For now, once a week is enough, I will notify you in advance."

Bannigo replied.

Ronan nodded, and suddenly thought about it, and said to Benigo: "Oh, by the way, if you are free recently, please help me prepare a batch of healing potions. Other potions, rune stones and magic tools are all fine. I am running out of magic stones."

"So soon?"

Benigo frowned, "I remember giving you a batch just now."

"Please, that was two months ago, and I can't take tasks in the Magic Circle to earn resources. And..."

Ronan looked at his right index finger, which had just bled and was now almost completely healed, and whispered: "My recent practice does require a lot of magic stones and resources."

The outer city of the Seven Rings.

Ronan, who had just returned from Benigo and changed into the silver-gray robe he bought when he first came to the Magic Circle, walked on the long street.

From a distance, you can see two figures basking in the sun next to each other at the door of the Blueberry Inn.

Alida, who is small and has blue curly hair, stands next to Jacob like a docile little lamb.

Jacob probably told a joke that made her laugh non-stop.

"Good afternoon, Lord Ronan!"

The sharp-eyed Jacob saw Ronan from a distance and quickly stood up to greet him.

Alida was much more casual. She was not as reserved as Jacob and smiled and said "Hello, Lord Ronan."

Ronan smiled and nodded to the two of them.

Maybe Jacob broke through to the eighth level of apprentice last month, which was another step closer to becoming a formal wizard. Alida's father's attitude has loosened up. Recently, he has allowed the two to go out for a date once a week.

Until he walked into the Blueberry Inn and was almost at the stairs, Ronan could still hear Alida and Jacob talking in a low voice.

"Lord Ronan has become more handsome after cutting his hair short. Recently, several female wizards have come to ask me if Lord Ronan needs a mistress..."

"I think Lord Ronan's aura is getting stronger and stronger. I can hardly breathe in front of him."

"Stupid, that's because your body has deteriorated! Don't meditate too hard. I don't want to be a widow after marrying you."

"Alida, what are you talking about!"

After entering the room, Ronan sat down on the sofa in the living room.

There was bitter chamomile tea in the teapot on the table that had just been brewed.

Ronan poured a cup, then took out a silver disc with the logo of the Circle of Magic from his storage waist bag to check.

This thing is his identity certificate as a formal member of the Circle of Magic, and it is also a tool for his daily communication with the Circle of Magic, which is a bit similar to the function of the communication stone.

When his mental power penetrated the disc, the first message he received from the Circle of Magic was to inform him that because he had not completed the required tasks for four consecutive months, his membership in the first ring had been cancelled and he had been officially demoted to an ordinary member.

Ronan's expression did not change much, as this was something he expected.

In fact, Ronan only learned a month ago that ordinary Circle of Magic wizards could apply for "retreat protection" from the Circle of Magic.

The protection period can be up to three years, during which time they do not need to perform any tasks and will not be punished.

He tried to apply, but was immediately rejected without reason.

After the "demotion" notification, the remaining messages were all similar - [The potion commission you posted is canceled! ] [Sorry, the rune commission task you applied for was not approved. ].

Ronan read all the messages one by one, without any fluctuations in his heart.

Normally, as a core member of the first ring of the Circle of Magic, he can enjoy a series of privileges including potion purchase, rune stone purchase, magic tool commission forging, enchantment commission, etc.

Whether buying or selling things, he can enjoy certain discounts in the Magic Circle.

However, now all these "privileges" are "frozen" without exception. Because he failed to complete the guaranteed tasks every month, he did not even have the basic benefits of ten high-level magic stones every month that every formal member of the Magic Circle had.

In addition to the identity of a formal member of the Magic Circle, he did not enjoy any of the conveniences and benefits he should have, which was almost the same as when he was wandering.

Now he suddenly understood why Benigo took the initiative to pass on the first and second-level metal spells to him directly. Perhaps Benigo had expected that he would encounter the current situation.

Some people in the Magic Circle who are above the rules are manipulating the rules and trying to make him surrender.

"So this task should be taken."

Ronan took a sip of hot tea and recalled the task that Benigo mentioned to him before.

The importance of the brain-eating flower to his cultivation improvement is part of it. This task itself is also relatively rare. It is a public task of the seventh ring that Travis and others cannot tamper with.

If completed, he can get a precious "breathing period".

"Knock, knock, knock--"

There was a polite knock on the door, followed by Alida's voice.

"Sir, do you need to send anything today? The messenger will leave before three o'clock."

Ronan raised his head slightly, "No, thank you Alida."

"Okay, sir, I wish you a happy time."

Alida's footsteps faded away at the door, and Ronan shook his head with a smile. He knew that the other party was probably thinking of him to earn tips again.

When people are in trouble, they always subconsciously want to grab something to rely on, and loneliness often makes people miss.

Ronan is no exception.

During this period of time, he wrote letters to Old Wells, Venisia and others, as well as relatives in the Earldom who were far away from him.

Calculating the time since he parted with Old Wells and others, more than half a year has passed. Ronan only knows that the place they went to is called Qifeng Port, and he doesn't know how they are doing now.

Retracting his thoughts, Ronan opened his character panel.

[Name: Ronan Damien]

[Age: 17]

[Talent: No attribute affinity, Immaculate body (active)]

[Strength: Level 1 formal wizard (47%)]

[Skills: Basic Meditation - Clear Realm (Master 265/1600)

Energy Missile - Particle Torrent (Master 240/1600)

Charge Weapon - Spell Breaking Power (Master 177/1600)

Ice Ball - Desperate Freeze (Master 200/1600)

Physical Training (Master 157/1600)

Frost Ray (Expert 24/800)

Activated Metal (Master 12/400)

High Energy Crucible (Proficient 54/200)",