Chapter 85 Holy Blood Tree, Coffin of Immortality
“This is impossible!”
Ronan blurted out urgently.
He got this harmless leaf from Laura, although when he got it, the remaining vitality in the leaf had been extracted by Laura to less than 30%.
But the number is quite impressive.
Ronan has been carefully preserving it, thinking that one day he might be able to use it when launching the [Innocent Body] battle, and he could quickly replenish the consumed vitality on the spot.
Because he was worried that the vitality contained in the leaves would naturally disappear, he even found a special container to store it.
Now Benigo actually says that the remaining vitality in this harmless leaf has disappeared?
How can he accept this?
"You tampered with the leaves in front of me?!"
Ronan's eyes also turned cold, his whole body was filled with aura, and his robes were swaying without any wind.
"roll!"
Benigo responded coldly.
He and Benigo were about to collide in the eye of the storm, and their eyes met with each other. Countless airflows collided in the air between the two people, making a dense explosion.
But suddenly the next second, Benny Ge's momentum suddenly fluctuated violently.
"wrong?!"
Ronan heard his confused voice, which seemed to contain a hint of disbelief.
"This leaf has the scent of the Holy Blood Tree!"
He repeatedly stared at the harmless leaf in his hand, which had completely turned into a dead leaf. The light in his eyes became more and more intense. At the end, there was no sign of anger at all. Instead, he looked at Ronan eagerly and asked hurriedly. Said: "Boy, what did you put this leaf with?"
Ronan was startled, then slowly took out a small black box from his storage bag.
As soon as it was taken out, the box was about to be taken away by an invisible force.
Ronan held the box firmly and opened it.
When a black shriveled seed that looked like a dried watermelon seed was revealed in the small wooden box, it was gently pinched by Ronan with two fingers and completely exposed to the air.
Ronan felt that the power he was trying to snatch disappeared, and Benigo's entire mind was completely attracted by the seed.
"That's right, it's this breath."
"Holy Blood Tree... This is indeed the seed of the Holy Blood Tree!"
"Hahaha"
Ronan looked at Benigo's pair of pale golden eyes staring at the seeds in his hand, first murmuring, then excited, then surprised, and finally burst out laughing for no reason, with tears streaming down his eyes as he smiled. Deranged lunatic.
Ronan said nothing because his mood was also not so calm.
This box and the black seeds in the box were given to him by Andre's half-elf brother and sister.
To be honest, he had been studying for a while. When he was at Hoddam College, he even deciphered the small words written in ancient Elvish language engraved on the lid of the box - [Water it with your blood, maybe one day it will will sprout. 】
Because of the word "hard work" mentioned in this sentence, Ronan tried soaking this seed in dozens of different kinds of blood.
This includes his own blood, as well as the blood of various animals, and even the blood of various magical beasts.
He also watered the seeds, exposed them to sunlight, moonlight, and starlight. He tried almost every conceivable method, but nothing worked.
Ronan once felt that this was just a dead seed that would never sprout, just like it was impossible for him to resurrect a dead person or make a flower bloom from a pebble.
I never cared about it again and kept it in the innermost part of my storage bag, purely as a souvenir from a friend.
The last time this box was opened was when Ronan was looking for a storage container for the Innocent Leaves.
He also accidentally discovered that the oak box where the seeds were stored had the magical function of preventing the loss of vitality of the plant system, but he never thought that the harmless leaves put in would be sucked clean by the original owner of the box
"So... What is the Holy Blood Tree?”
When Benigo's mood began to gradually calm down, Ronan opened his mouth to completely pull him out of his "crazy" state.
"The Holy Blood Tree is a miraculous tree that exists in the ancient legends of the elves."
At this time, Benigo had almost regained his composure.
He sat back in his high chair, most of his body hidden in the shadows, and his breath was reserved and deep.
If it weren't for the traces of tears still remaining on the ferocious and ulcerated cheeks, it would be almost impossible to tell that he had lost any composure.
Benigo's hoarse voice was like two rusty gears rubbing against each other, and his eyes never left the black seed in Ronan's hand as he spoke.
"It is said that he has the ability to purify blood and bring people back to life. Of course, no one has ever really confirmed this."
"oh."
When Ronan heard Benigo mention the words "resurrection from the dead", he could immediately understand Benigo's gaffe.
Of course, I also have a deep understanding of the amount of chips I currently hold.
His mentality suddenly relaxed.
He didn't speak either.
After asking this question, Ronan stood there and looked at Benigo quietly.
He couldn't see clearly the expression on Benigo's face, but he could feel Benigo's "restless" state at this time.
Finally, the hoarse and deep voice came out from the high chair again, and there seemed to be a hint of tactful discussion in it.
"If you are willing to give me this seed."
"impossible."
Ronan's answer was simple and concise, like a sharp knife, cutting off Benigo's words without any explanation.
"you!."
Benigo's two hands suddenly supported the double armrests of the high chair, as if he was so anxious that he would stand up from the chair at any time.
"It's impossible to give it to you."
"It's a waste to keep this kind of thing in your hands. You don't know how to water it correctly to make it sprout and grow."
Benigo took a breath and tried to persuade Ronan in a hurried tone.
"Listen to what I have to say."
Ronan said: "I can't give it to you, but I can lend it to you temporarily.
You are responsible for growing it and guaranteeing my entry into the Silver Circle.
As I promised you before, I will help you inject energy into the rune array every month, and I will do the same.
If you think it works, then the deal is done; if not, forget it. "
Ronan looked at Benigo calmly. Now that things have developed, he has no intention of bargaining at all.
What he said was the bottom line condition he could accept.
"Do you know how many resources it takes to water a Holy Blood Tree seed?"
After listening to Ronan's words, Benigo spoke slowly.
Ronan shook his head, "I don't know, and I don't want to know that you have paid so much for an elusive hope. Now that you have really seen the light, do you still care about this small investment of resources?
Besides, I also have to bear the risk. .
What if you torture my seed to death? "
Benigo's face drooped slightly, as if he was thinking, weighing, and making a decision.
After a few breaths, Ronan felt an invisible force constantly pushing him out of the basement.
Benigo's hoarse and cold voice also came out along with the cold wind in the basement. “In three days, come find me here.
There will be a small strength test when you join the Magic Circle, so prepare well."
Ronan retreated to the entrance of the dilapidated manor and watched the rusty iron door slowly close in front of his eyes.
There was a hint of relaxation and joy in finally getting what he wanted in his eyes. Soon, his eyes fell on the small wooden box in his hand, and his expression became a bit strange.
"Holy Blood Tree!
I didn't expect that the seeds of this legendary tree given to me by brother and sister Andre were actually the seeds of this legendary tree.
Go back and find out what this Holy Blood Tree is? What are the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree? use?
Don’t be fooled by this old man.”
He walked in a hurry, and his figure quickly disappeared on Tongding Street.
Meanwhile, in the basement of the deserted manor.
Under the dim light of the rune array, Benigo was kneeling on the ground, holding the ice coffin with his hands, closing his eyes and pressing half of his cheek tightly against the cold and biting surface of the coffin, with a gentle and peaceful expression.
"...Although it is far from the expected tree of life, the holy blood tree should also be able to..."
"The core material of the Coffin of Immortality has finally been obtained, and production can begin soon."
"Fiona, trust me I will make you wake up..."
"I swear."
Three days later.
Ronan stood on the side of the dilapidated street, as quiet as a beautiful sculpture.
The rusty copper lamppost beside him, the crystal stone used for night lighting on the top, is dull and cracked, the lampshade is covered with a thick layer of dust, and a spider with a round belly pattern hangs on a silver thread and floats gently in the wind.
Ronan took out the pocket watch from his pocket, opened it, and then closed it again.
He looked again at the closed gate of the manor directly across the street.
One hour and twenty-three minutes had passed since he signaled his arrival to the people in the manor, but the person he was waiting for had not yet appeared.
Ronan had not lost his patience. He had been waiting for months for this opportunity to join the Circle of Magic, and naturally he would not care about this mere hour and twenty-three minutes.
He just simply felt bad.
In his previous life, he never even waited like this for his girlfriend.
Now I have to wait so long for an old man with "necrophilia".
Ronan waited for another fifteen minutes, and finally there was the sound of someone walking out of the dilapidated manor.
"Crunch——"
The rusty iron door made a harsh and unpleasant sound, and a figure walked out of the door.
It's Benigo, but he is a little different today than usual.
His messy brown hair had obviously been taken care of and was meticulously combed back.
He was wearing an exquisite silver-white robe, and the rune patterns printed on the robe gave off a faint glow in the sunlight.
If you ignore half of Benigo's cheek, which seems to have been severely corroded and ulcerated by metal, he looks like a powerful late-level first-level wizard.
Noble, majestic.
Ronan paused slightly when his eyes moved to the left chest of Benigo's robe.
Printed there are the iconic rings and seven silver towers of the Dharma Circle.
But underneath the pattern, there are three small silver rings nested together.
"Three rings."
Ronan almost thought he had seen it wrong and counted it carefully several times.
He is no longer the novice who had no understanding of the Silver Circle. Although he has not joined the Circle, he is somewhat aware of some of the systems and hierarchies within the Circle.
For ordinary formal members of the Circle, there will only be a symbol representing the Circle on the left chest of the standard silver robe.
For core members, an additional silver ring pattern will appear under the logo.
The greater the number of rings, the more noble the status of the core.
So far, Ronan has seen the highest-ranking person in the Circle of Magic, the wizard Basil, who had previously refused to vouch for him.
Basil also has only one silver ring on his cassock.
And the Benigo in front of him turned out to be a "three-ring"? !
Ronan felt incredible.
According to his knowledge, members of the third ring of the Silver Ring should have the strength of a second-level wizard or above.
Moreover, with the status of "Three Rings", Benigo should never have fallen into this situation
Even if he gave everything he had for a dead woman.
Ronan's heart was filled with turmoil, but his face remained calm.
He watched Benigo walking towards him step by step. Benigo was very stylish and had a beautiful black metal pipe in his mouth, puffing away smoke as he walked.
Ronan thought about the strong smell of tobacco he had smelled when he first stepped into Benigo's house three days ago, and there seemed to be a reasonable explanation for this.
"It seems that you were very prosperous in the past."
Ronan greeted Benigo calmly.
The current relationship between the two is very delicate. It is a state where they dislike each other, are afraid of each other, and have to rely on each other to achieve certain goals.
Benigo did not answer Ronan's words. He just slowly took the pipe off his mouth and gently shook away the burnt tobacco ashes with his hand, making a crisp sound of metal hitting metal.
"You surprised me too."
Benigo bit his pipe again, his eyes fell on Ronan, and he said lightly: "It's only been three days since I last saw you, and your breath has changed again.
Your understanding of ice spells seems to have deepened a lot and reached a new level..."
Ronan's eyes flashed slightly, and there was a trace of unnoticeable surprise in his eyes. At this time, Benigo chose to end the opening remarks directly, turned around and walked towards the end of Copper Ingot Street.
"When you enter the circle of magic, you must hand over the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree to me.
There are some things that I need to prepare as soon as possible... at least let me see if there is still a possibility that the seed can be planted alive. "
"Don't worry, I won't break my promise to you."
Ronan walked beside Benigo, thought for a while and said: "What kind of strength test is required to join the Circle of Magic, and how difficult is it?"
"It's easy for you."
Benigo suddenly stopped, looked at Ronan up and down with an incomprehensible look, and said funnyly: "To be honest, I am looking forward to the expressions of those guys when they see you.
In order to strengthen the Dharma Ring, these people searched for so-called talents from the streets.
As a result, someone like you, um, right under my nose, was turned away.
In the end, he even begged me for help, haha."
Benigo said a lot to himself, regardless of whether Ronan could understand it or not. After speaking, he sneered twice and continued to lead the way.
After that, the two stopped communicating until they came to the huge metal building at the entrance of the second-level rune circle that Ronan had visited when he first tried to apply to join the circle.
(End of chapter)