Chapter 26 Level 5
Chapter 26 Level 5
It's like a drop of water falling into a dark water surface.
The peace was broken.
Circles of white ripples appeared.
A large number of colorful light spots emerged from the edge of the darkness and continuously merged into the white light ripples. In
the small house, candles made of beeswax burned quietly, occasionally bursting out a little light and making extremely subtle explosion sounds.
Ronan sat quietly on the bed, his eyes closed, looking peaceful.
On the edge of the wooden bed board beneath him, a line of small words clearly appeared:
The soul is the destination of immortality.
"Buzz——"
Accompanied by a strange trembling sound, it seemed that an invisible and transparent force suddenly spread out from Ronan.
His robe suddenly fluttered without wind, and the candle on the table was instantly extinguished...
The darkness lasted for a few seconds, and a candle was re-lit, and the dim light illuminated Ronan's handsome and bright face.
"call--"
Ronan blew out the match in his hand, with unconcealable joy in his eyes.
Blink and bring up your character panel.
[Name: Ronan Damien]
Age: 16
[Talent: No attribute affinity]
[Strength: Level 5 Wizard Apprentice (1%)]
[Skill: Basic Meditation (Expert 122/800)
Energy Missile (Expert 635/800)
Charged Weapons (Mastery 45/400)
Rune Marking - Clean (Proficient 135/200), Shining (Beginner 81/100)
Asceticism (Proficiency 75/200)
Basic Swordsmanship (Entry Level 21/100)]
Level five.
Finally, I am a level five apprentice!
Ronan looked at the panel over and over again many times before closing it with satisfaction.
Strength is the foundation of everything.
During this turbulent time, every increase in strength can bring him a greater sense of security.
"Unfortunately, the low-level concentration potion probably has no effect on me at all."
Ronan sighed softly.
He didn't think he could break the iron rule that five bottles of low-level concentration potion had maximum drug resistance.
He didn't want to try again.
Honestly speaking, the effect of the fifth bottle of concentration potion was not worth it compared to its price.
"From now on, if you take drugs, you can only take the intermediate-level nourishing spirit potion. That thing is not cheap. On weekdays, when the price is not raised, it costs fifty low-level magic stones.
Now the words
Ronan estimated that he would need at least an intermediate magic stone or higher.
I really can't afford it at this stage.
"Let's save some money first, and calm down a bit, and use meditation to consolidate the skyrocketing spiritual power."
Ronan thought to himself.
He didn't expect that he would fall into poverty so soon. It has to be said that being addicted to drugs is not something that people from ordinary families can do.
It's really too expensive.
With an empty pocket, the motivation to make money is especially strong.
Ronan took advantage of the fact that he had just made a breakthrough and was full of energy and in good condition, and was preparing to study the [Protection] rune in detail.
But before he could even get comfortable at the workbench, he heard someone calling his name softly from under a tree outside the house.
"Ronan..Ronan"
Ronan's expression changed, and he quickly grabbed the one-handed sword on the wall, inserted it into the most convenient position on his waist, then carefully covered it with his robe before stepping out.
After autumn, the fireflies that were once abundant in the forest at night have become much fewer.
Ronan stood at the door of the tree house, squinting his eyes as he looked at the figure holding an oil lamp under the tree.
Only after confirming that everything is correct will you set off.
He casually grabbed a vine with yellow leaves, used it twice for leverage, and let go... Ronan landed on the ground gracefully and steadily.
Old Wells, who was standing under the tree, raised his head slightly and looked at him deeply with a surprised look as if he was getting to know him all over again. But he didn't say anything, just whispered, "Follow me."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Old Wells led the way with a lamp in hand, and Ronan followed closely behind.
The two of them followed the dark forest path and no one spoke along the way.
When walking to a small path.
"Swish!"
Suddenly there was a loud noise of something rushing through the bushes ahead.
Ronan was startled and placed his hand directly on the hilt of the one-handed sword under his robe. He and old Wells stopped almost at the same time.
The sudden noise coming from the front also stopped abruptly.
Ronan took a deep breath, took a step forward and walked in front of old Wells. After looking at him, he slowly moved forward.
He was ready to cast spells at any time.
Ronan took a few steps forward, paused, and his hand, which was tightly gripping the hilt of the one-handed sword under his robe, slowly relaxed.
He looked indifferently at a male wizard who was standing a few meters away from him, carrying a lot of bags. In one hand he tightly grasped a short staff that looked like a dead branch, and the top of the staff emitted a faint white light.
Looking at his pale face and sweaty forehead, he was obviously extremely nervous.
Old Wells walked up, took a look, sighed softly, and then slowly stepped back two steps.
Ronan also stepped aside.
The wizard was as if he had been granted amnesty. He quickly picked up his things and ran past the two men, not caring about how embarrassed he looked.
"Another person who secretly moved at night."
Ronan watched the male wizard, who was only a second-level wizard apprentice, disappear into the night, thinking silently in his heart.
There are fewer and fewer people in the tree house area recently, and with the arrival of autumn, the scene even looks a bit depressed.
The news of the invasion of the black wizard land caused panic everywhere. The lower-level wizards living in the tree house area gritted their teeth and sold their belongings to move to the town.
Because of the fear of getting into trouble, many people choose to move secretly at night.
During this period, Ronan would hear someone living in a certain place almost every day when he woke up, and the house would be empty overnight.
"Let's go."
Old Wells urged Ronan in a low voice.
Ronan nodded and continued to move forward. This time he walked in front of old Wells and followed his instructions.
After walking for about twenty minutes, the two finally arrived at their destination.
In a clearing in the woods near old Wells's house, a bonfire was lit and five or six figures were standing there. When they saw Ronan and the other man coming, they all turned their eyes to them.
"Ronan Damien."
Old Wells put down the oil lamp, pulled down his hood, pointed at Ronan and introduced him to everyone.
"A fourth-level apprentice is also one of us."
Ronan nodded to the people around the campfire one by one. A chubby boy with short blond hair and a bit of baby fat on his face said happily, "That's great. With Ronan and Linus here, our small group will be much stronger."
The people around the blond fat man agreed with him and smiled. In addition to looking at Ronan with a hint of awe, their eyes all turned to the direction of another person at the same time.
Ever since the conflict with the nose-ring wizard Eugene at the last gathering, Ronan's name had spread throughout this small tree house area. He was not surprised that someone present knew him.
He was curious about another man named Linus.
Following the gazes of several people, Ronan's expression suddenly became stern.
The man called Linus was a tall and thin young man with a cold expression. His gray hair was tied into small braids and tied behind his head, giving people a feeling of being a little arrogant.
But he also had reason to be proud, for this person was actually a fifth-level wizard apprentice, and there was no such person at the last gathering.
"There are level 5 apprentices in the tree house area? Old Wells can even recruit such a talent? There's something special about him."
Several thoughts flashed through Ronan's mind quickly.
(End of this chapter)