Wizard Bloodline

This was the first time Ronan had seen Old Wells look so solemn, and he even used the word "please" to himself.

"you say."

Ronan's expression also became serious.

Old Wells seemed a little embarrassed to speak. After struggling for a while, he whispered: "I found out that someone is selling tickets for the recent departure from Hoddam, but the price is very high. A ticket requires a high-grade magic stone."

"Go crazy!"

Ronan shook his head, feeling ridiculous, "The ticket for the first half of the year only costs ten low-level magic stones."

Even if prices increased due to the war, they would not rise to such an exaggerated level.

A person who can produce a high-level magic stone will be worried about not being able to leave Hoddam?

"Um."

Old Wells nodded, "It must be a blind bid. I think ten intermediate magic stones are the most for a real deal."

Ten intermediate magic stones

The price is pretty much the same, so it’s reasonable.

Ronan did not ask Old Wells whether this channel was authentic and reliable. Old Wells had rich experience in the world and had his own judgment.

"How much more do you need?"

Ronan asked directly.

"Eight dollars."

Old Wells said: “As long as it’s enough for Venetia alone.

She can take Cheryl with her."

Ronan said nothing and looked into Old Wells' eyes.

He still vaguely remembered that Old Wells once told him that he wanted to leave Hoddam and find a secular kingdom to become an idle old noble.

If the invasion of the Forest of Deathrattles hadn't happened, he might have been basking in the sun on the top of a castle belonging to a nobleman by now.

"I'll give it to you now."

Ronan let out a breath and reached out to touch his waist bag.

He didn't have many magic stones left on his body, but he could just take out eight intermediate magic stones.

Old Wells's own ship ticket still had to wait until he opened up the last black-robed wizard's storage pocket, or until he sold rune stones to make another round of money.

But Old Wells held him down and shook his head: "Not now...I'll ask you again when I really need it."

As he spoke, he took out a package of things from under his robe and stuffed it into Ronan's hand.

"Anyway, thank you Ronan."

Old Wells hugged him and whispered blessings in his ear: "You are more humane than any wizard I have ever seen in my life.

You can go far, I have a gut feeling."

After speaking, Old Wells patted him on the shoulder and turned around to blend into the rich night.

Ronan looked at the heavy gray package in his hand, and then at the disappearing figure of Old Wells, feeling mixed emotions in his heart for a moment.

He knows it very well.

What Old Wells gave himself was probably all he felt he could repay himself with.

Under the bright and soft crystal light, Ronan sat at the table and carefully looked at what Old Wells had given him.

It's two books.

This book is the most common "Basic Potion Science". The difference is that every page, every paragraph, and every line on it are densely written with the results of Old Wells' own research, his summary of experience, and he is counting. The most detailed experience gained after repeated failures in ten years.

There are even a few low-level magic potion formulas that he figured out by himself, which are not precious but very practical.

Ronan had already seen it during his last escape in the forest.

This book is very helpful for Ronan to get started with potions. It is all condensed with the hard work of old Wells.

As for the other one.

Ronan looked strange.

This is a notebook.

Pretty old notes.

The pages are yellow and brittle, and it feels like they will break like dry leaves if you use even the slightest force to turn the pages.

Ronan carefully looked through the notebook.

The words left on the notes are also very old, and the ink stains in many places have faded to the point of disappearing.

A large part of the notes is missing, and I don’t know if they decayed over time or were torn apart.

The rest of the pages are mostly messy, trivial, and messy information.

Ronan frowned and reluctantly read the entire notebook, sorting it out - this notebook mainly talks about how to reproduce something called the "Power of the Holy Shrine".

It involves a lot of profound and obscure knowledge of alchemy, potions, runes, and various professional terms.

For Ronan at this stage, it is like a book from heaven.

Moreover, the research on the notes has not yielded any results in the end. It seems to have failed. The owner of the notes has barely come up with how to seal the "Power of the Holy Shrine" for a long time.

"What is the power of the Holy Shrine? Can it be of great benefit if it is reproduced?"

Ronan didn't understand it at all. It was so profound that it was like a primary school student accidentally picking up a college textbook.

But you said this thing is completely useless? Not really.

It is indeed very ancient and records knowledge related to wizards.

From this point of view...it is extremely valuable!

Perhaps it was for this reason that Old Wells gave it to himself.

Ronan carefully put this ancient notebook into his storage pocket.

At this time, there was still faint movement outside the house.

Thinking back on the series of events that happened tonight, Ronan sighed softly, took out the last storage bag that had not yet been opened, and started grinding it slowly.

The matter of the Wandering Gray Robe Recruitment Order, after fermenting for one night, reached a peak of excitement the next day.

Ronan ran to take a look.

It was discovered that this so-called call for tasks was issued in the form of tasks.

On the notice printed with the ivy mark representing the Hoddam Wizard Academy, a large number of tasks were densely listed for the wandering gray robes to choose from.

From collecting some specific potions around the wizard land to joining the action with the wizards of the academy.

The one with the highest reward reached ten intermediate magic stones. The task content was to explore the specific situation of a small magic stone mine more than 200 kilometers away. At that time, they would take a magic airship to set off. The wizard who took the task was required to be at least an intermediate apprentice and have certain combat experience.

Ronan looked at the waiting tasks on the notice board expressionlessly, and then quietly left the crowded crowd.

With his current rune engraving level, as long as he stayed at home and spent more time, he could always have a stable income, so he would naturally not be interested in these tasks.

But it was different for other wandering gray robes.

This mission call issued by the academy is a blessing for many wandering gray robes who can no longer survive and want to move out of town.

Just go to a specific area when you have nothing to do and you can get magic stones as a reward?

If you are braver and dare to take some risks, you will have the opportunity to get intermediate magic stones as a reward? !

How many wandering gray robes living at the bottom have seen real intermediate magic stones?

The wandering gray robes who are too poor to live happily are so excited to see the large number of reasonable, legal and well-paid "job opportunities" at the moment.