Wizard Bloodline

Looking at those wandering grey-robed wizards who were excited and crowded around the bulletin board, Ronan suddenly thought of what Old Wells had said to him - "Next, people will really die."

Ronan was silent, and suddenly worried that Old Wells, who was short of money to buy a boat ticket, would also be tempted by the white magic stone and rush to take those high-risk and high-reward tasks.

You know, Big Mouth Jacob once told him that Old Wells lost his daughter in his early years, so he always took care of the equally helpless Venisia as his own daughter, and then there was Cheryl...

For the sake of his "daughter" and "granddaughter", it is not impossible to go crazy and take risks.

Ronan hurried to test Old Wells.

Fortunately, it turned out that Old Wells's mind was much clearer than he thought. Old Wells, who had experienced an invasion of the black witch land, knew the risks behind these tasks better than anyone else.

He did accept the tasks on the notice board, and even encouraged Venisia and even Cheryl to accept them, but they were all the most common and simple material processing and material collection tasks.

The rewards were meager, but at least there was an additional source of income, which was barely enough to continue living in the town.

Ronan was relieved.

On the fifth day after the conscription order was issued, Barry and his son left Hoddam by boat with the adult who was a formal wizard and potion master in their mouths.

It was also on this day.

Ronan finally opened the last storage waist bag from the senior apprentice black robe wizard in his hand.

In the cold and dark hut, the windows were tightly blocked by thick curtains, and only faint light came in.

Ronan sat at the table, using the light of the mirror crystal to look at the pile of things in front of him.

A pile of magic stones.

A black robe identity badge representing the Forest of the Dead.

A few books.

A few bottles of potions.

A pile of bones that were not sure whether they were from animals or humans, and were prepared with special potions.

No magic equipment or other sundries were found, and the storage waist bag was much cleaner and tidier than Ronan had imagined.

Ronan guessed that the high-level apprentice Black Robe who died in his hands might have sold all the low-level magic tools he had exchanged for magic stones and potions, as well as the high-level magic tools he had equipped.

Ronan still remembered the bone staff held by the opponent in the battle, as well as the protective magic tools that could trigger the zero-level high-level magic shield.

Unfortunately, all of them were destroyed by his [Particle Torrent].

Even so, the harvest in front of him was enough to make Ronan happy.

Putting aside everything in the waist bag, the waist bag itself is worth a lot of money.

It is obviously a high-level apprentice-level product, and the storage space inside is more than three times larger than the previous two black robes.

If it is sold in a magic tool store, it can be worth at least dozens of intermediate magic stones.

Three storage waist bags were enough for Ronan to pack all his belongings and carry them with him, with more than enough space.

Ronan had been fighting with this last storage waist bag for nearly two months, even delaying his meditation and spell practice, just to keep it for his own use without damaging the waist bag.

Now he finally got what he wanted, it truly belonged to him, and he liked it the more he looked at it in his hand.

Back to the topic.

Ronan began to formally count the items.

He counted the magic stones, and there were a total of 22 intermediate magic stones and 47 low-level magic stones.

Five bottles of potions, two of which were intermediate mental power recovery potions, one intermediate healing potion, one advanced mental power increase potion, and one.

It was fiery red in color and was contained in the most beautiful crystal bottle. I don't know what it is.

There were four books, three spell books, and one personal notebook.

The spell book contained two zero-level advanced spells - [Bone Spear] and [Bone Warrior].

A zero-level intermediate spell - [Corpse Explosion].

Ronan had seen these three undead spells, each of which was extremely powerful, especially the zero-level advanced spell [Bone Spear], which had given Ronan a strong sense of crisis that he would die.

Ronan always had a very contradictory attitude towards undead spells.

On the one hand, he felt that it was a waste not to practice such a powerful advanced spell.

On the other hand, he was worried that if he practiced, he would be beaten into a black robe and caught by the academy.

He couldn't help but practice secretly, but he didn't dare to practice too deeply.

Fortunately, the three undead spells he got were all offensive spells, including the master-level [Energy Missile]. Ronan's offensive means were not weak, so there was no need to practice anything else.

He casually opened the notes placed together with the spell book.

The notes detailed the experience and experience of each spell practiced by the black robe wizard since he was a first-level apprentice.

There are also plans on how to improve strength at each step, which are full of blood and conspiracy, lessons and summaries after success or failure.

Ronan flipped through the pages one by one, and was so excited that it was like reading a history of the rise of a "gangster boss".

It can be seen that the senior apprentice in black robe who wrote the notes is a meticulous person who does things with a goal and plan.

He is also a "predatory" wizard. He hardly does any secondary professional witchcraft research, and all his time and energy are spent on meditation and spell practice.

"Supernormal domain.. Why is there no mention of the content about the supernormal domain..."

Ronan flipped through the notes and muttered to himself.

He actually wanted to learn more about the "supernatural domain". The black-robed man obviously knew something, but it seemed that he didn't record it in his notebook.

Ronan turned another page——

[Finally reached level nine, and can start preparing for promotion to a formal wizard..]

[My mental power is still a little short of the level of gasification after taking the God-burning potion, and only one God-burning potion is not enough]

[The war has begun, and you can exchange rewards for killing gray robes.. This is a good opportunity for me. ]

[School selection after promotion to wizard——

Bone spear flow direction——Soul symbol selection: [Malice], [Penetration].

Summoning flow direction——Soul symbol selection: [Rage], [Slavery]..

Corpse explosion flow direction——Soul symbol selection: [Epidemic], [Concussion], [Corrosion]..]

Ronan looked at the contents of the notebook and was slightly startled when he caught a word.

The next second, he picked up the bottle of the most beautifully packaged fiery red potion from the pile of potions in front of him, which he didn't know the effect of, and looked at it repeatedly in front of his eyes. A dazed and somewhat unbelievable expression gradually emerged on his face.

It was as if he was a little stunned by an unexpected and sudden surprise.

"God-burning potion? God-burning potion is actually a God-burning potion?!"

Ronan murmured, and then his heart began to beat faster. It beat very fast for a while before gradually slowing down.

At this time, looking at the mysterious potion in his hand again, his eyes were full of deep surprise and excitement.