Chapter 109 Mephitila’s Kiss, March, [Ice Veins]! (Asking for a guaranteed monthly ticket)
In the following days, Ronan's daily homework was-meditation, watching the torrent scene in the Orb of All Things, spell practice, [Ascetic Exercise] self-abuse practice, and trying to figure out the two things in his hand related to the inheritance of space and mirror spells. runes.
The selection of the Seventh Ring Competition is about to begin, and many magic ring wizards have become "diligent and hardworking".
The entire Dharma Circle was in a tense "preparation" atmosphere, just like the school scene when the final exam was approaching in the previous life.
This tense atmosphere had little impact on Ronan, because his daily life had always been one of hard work.
Ronan was also surprised by chance.
In his last life, he had been a "student scumbag" all his life. Unexpectedly, in this life, after embarking on the path of a wizard, he would become the "student scumbag" he once hated, envied and respected the most.
"Is this the potion you were talking about?"
In Benigo's miniature secret space, Ronan looked at the small medicine bottle in his hand, which was about the size of a fingernail, and asked Benigo in front of him.
"What's your name?"
"The Kiss of Mephitira."
Benigo said: "Mephitila is the legendary goddess of wisdom.
Legend has it that her lips are covered with fine spikes, and the spikes are quenched with poison that can bring endless pain. But if you can bear the pain, you can gain the wisdom of knowing the sun, moon and stars..."
"A very appropriate name."
Ronan looked at the purple-black liquid in the crystal medicine bottle and said softly.
"I have only configured one bottle for the time being. If one bottle reaches your limit, then the remaining materials can be saved."
Benigo said, turned and walked towards his messy potion experiment table, and said as he walked: "I also helped you prepare another potion.
When you are taking the medicine, if you feel that you can't hold on any longer, taking this bottle of medicine will instantly relieve your pain. Of course, the effect of 'Mephitira's Kiss' will also be completely interrupted. "
While Benigo was speaking, he heard Ronan speak lightly.
"Need not."
Ronan looked at Benigo calmly.
"What I am best at...is enduring pain."
After saying that, he picked up the potion in his hand and drank it in one gulp.
It's painful indeed.
Even though Ronan was mentally prepared.
This kind of pain is like someone tearing your skull apart, pouring a spoonful of hot oil on the white brains, and then sprinkling cumin and chili powder. When it's almost done, switch to ice gun to freeze it
At first the pain was limited to the head, and then began to spread throughout the body along the cheeks, neck, and chest.
The stinging sensation of being pricked by needles all over his body turned into numbness like an electric shock, suddenly turned cold, suddenly turned hot.
Benigo stood quietly next to Ronan after taking the medicine.
He watched as the young man in front of him changed from standing to falling to the ground in an instant, holding his head in his hands and arching his body tightly like a prawn.
The young man's body was shaking violently, and his expression quickly turned ferocious.
Veins protruded from his forehead and face, completely destroying his original heroic spirit and handsomeness.
The young man's lips had been bitten by his teeth, and he was sweating profusely. His eyes were wide open, but there was no focus in the blue lake. He was obviously in a state of confusion.
His whole body was shaking violently, and even though he was in such pain, he still didn't say a word.
Benigo watched quietly, with a faint look of reminiscence on his face.
He is also someone who has taken "Mephitira's Kiss", and he knows very well how unbearable the pain caused by this medicine is.
When he was suffering, he had desperately hoped for countless times that someone could kill him immediately and grant him relief.
He didn't know how he got through it.
If it weren't for some persistence that even death couldn't shake, I might have been hurt to death.
Just as he was thinking about it, Benigo frowned and saw a layer of fine blood beads oozing out from the surface of the young man's eyeballs.
It was obvious that this pain was approaching his limit.
Benigo glanced at the time, pondered for a moment, and felt that the time for the medicine to take effect was almost complete, so he turned and walked towards his potion experiment bench.
A bottle of orange-jeweled potion is placed on the messy experimental table, which is very conspicuous.
It was the "pain-blocking" potion he specially prepared.
However, Benigo had just picked up the potion and turned around, only to find that——
The boy who was still lying on the ground was twisted in pain.
I don't know when I actually stood up straight, with my back straight, like a sharp sword stuck deep in the soil.
The young man was looking at Benigo, his temples were completely wet with sweat, and his white hair was slightly messy and stuck to his cheeks.
His eyes have returned to clarity. Under the blue, there is floating blood color, and there is unprecedented clarity washed by blood.
The young man took a breath and said slowly to Benigo: "It was such a passionate and violent kiss, it was almost overwhelming. Benigo, please continue to help me prepare the potion."
"Well"
Benigo looked at the young man in a daze, a little lost in thought.
After a moment, his expression returned to calm.
He gently placed the orange potion in his hand back on the experimental table and nodded.
"good."
On the floating island shrouded in the light of the rune array, the bright sunshine seemed to be blocked. Although the weather was bright and clear, the floating island felt dark and depressing.
In the darkness, on the gray grass in front of the huge black house, a young man with pale skin and black diamond earrings on both ears was holding a rune stone and looking at it carefully.
This is a rune stone for recording, and the young man is reading its contents.
Several wizards were standing a few meters away from him, waiting quietly with a hint of respect.
I don’t know how long it took, but the young man withdrew his mental power from the rune stone, then took out a communication stone and said in a low voice: "Thank you Lanni, this information is quite useful to me.
I will express my gratitude to you when I take up residence in the tower.”
A hoarse voice with a hint of indifference came from the other side of the communication stone.
“Don’t blame me for not warning you, Travis.
With your current strength, even if you know the strengths and weaknesses of these guys, you are still a little short of defeating any of them and getting a spot in the top ten."
"I know."
The young man looked calm, and a strange light flashed slightly in his eyes.
"I know what I'm missing...I know what I'm missing.
I will make up for it soon."
After speaking, he slowly put down the communication stone in his hand.
The young man raised his head and looked through the magic circle outside the floating island at the majestic and majestic silver-white tower nearby. Under the tower were ten gray luminous meditation towers. There was a constant glint in his eyes, and the shadows around him were also constantly passing by. The land expands.
For him, those ten meditation towers are more than just identity and status.
It is also his step towards a higher level.
Now, he is about to take the first step.
At this step, he does not allow anyone to destroy it
"Lynch."
The young man suddenly spoke.
Among the wizards standing not far behind him, a young wizard with a somewhat aristocratic temperament strode out.
"grown ups."
"Contact Biondini for me."
The young man said softly: "Tell him, no matter what, I will meet that kid in the first round and the first game
The nightmare tungsten steel in him is very important to me, very important."
"Yes." Lin Qi responded respectfully, seeming to think of someone or something because of this, and his eyes became a little gloomy and cruel.
Three months passed by like silver sand in an inverted hourglass.
Before you know it, the hourglass will be empty, and the last grain of silver sand in the hourglass will fall.
Micro secret space.
In the lush potion garden, there was a young man squatting on the ground.
He seemed to be playing with something.
Look carefully, it is a small sapling planted in the moist soil.
Probably no taller than a finger, the top of the slender stem sprouted two green leaves like open palms. The leaves had bright red veins, so clear and delicate that they seemed to be carefully carved out of some kind of gemstone. of.
The young man stretched out a finger and gently played with the leaves of the sapling. The latter seemed to be responding to him, its delicate body swaying slightly.
At this time, a deep voice suddenly sounded from outside the potion garden.
"Don't mess with it. The current Holy Blood Tree is probably not as strong as an ordinary first-level magic potion..."
"I'm measured, I'm just talking to it and it understands me."
The boy responded.
The voice was at two extremes from the voice that reminded him before. The young man's voice was cold and clear, as sweet and clear as the gentle collision of gems.
Having said that, the boy still stood up from the sapling.
When he fully raised his body, people realized that he was actually very tall, and his figure was not as thin and slender as the crouching figure looked.
On the contrary, there is a sense of well-proportioned majesty. Even if it is blocked by the robe, people can still clearly feel the strength and coordinated beauty of the body underneath.
The young man turned around, revealing a delicate and fair face.
There was almost no flaw on his face, his skin was as smooth as if it was glowing in real time, and the most attractive thing was his eyes.
Clearer and bluer than the cleanest sky.
In the blue, there seem to be countless flickering and flowing light spots, which are deep and mysterious, giving people a sense of incomparable intelligence and wisdom.
The young man walked through the fields of the potion garden, his fine white hair covered with crystals being gently stirred by the leaves of different colors.
He walked outside the potion garden and stood in the soft light, as if his whole body was fused with the light.
Regardless of each other.
"When will the Holy Blood Tree grow to the point where it can exert its true effectiveness?"
The young man asked the handsome middle-aged man walking in front of him.
The middle-aged man shook his head, "I don't know, I'm more anxious than you.
But even if the Holy Blood Tree grows, you can't directly borrow its power."
"Why?"
The young man was puzzled.
The middle-aged man said calmly: "Because our blood is too mixed.
The people living on this continent now have many types and types of ancient blood mixed in their bodies.
Either noble or despicable, powerful or weak
The Holy Blood Tree will not know which of these bloodlines you want to screen out, which one you want to strengthen, and whether there is a bloodline you want to strengthen.
If you are not careful, you may easily be purified into a 'monster'. "
"oh."
The young man nodded, indicating that he understood.
He finished his conversation with the heroic middle-aged man and started walking towards a location in the secret space.
There was a rune experiment table there, as well as various books scattered on the floor.
Just as the young man was about to reach the experimental table, a voice suddenly stopped him.
"Damien!"
The young man turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who stood there and stared at him with confusion.
The middle-aged man looked at his current appearance, with a complex look on his face that was difficult to describe in words.
"Are you really feeling okay?"
The middle-aged man paused and said in a low voice: "I have never seen anyone who can take six bottles of 'Mephtila's Kiss' without dying."
A smile slowly appeared on the young man's face, and the smile was as bright and bright as the sun approaching noon.
"I'm fine, I've never felt better."
The young man replied with a smile, "I finally know why, Benigo, you were once a magic genius and at the same time so knowledgeable and versatile."
[Name: Ronan Damien]
【Age: 17】
[Talent: No Attribute Affinity, Immaculate Body (Active)]
[Strength: Level 1 official wizard (99%)]
[Skill: Basic Meditation—The Realm of Empty Ming (Master 465/1600)
Energy Missile-Particle Torrent (Master 440/1600)
Charged Weapon-Spellbreaking Power (Master 258/1600)
Ice Hockey Technique - Desperate Freeze (Master 328/1600)
Frost Ray-Ice Veins (Master 122/1600)
Ascetic training (Master 450/1600)
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night.
The orange bonfire was burning quietly, and a small pot was placed on the flame. Something was cooking in the pot, and a rich aroma was emitting.
Ronan sat by the campfire and looked at his current character panel.
The changes in the data on the strength column of the panel and the skill column of the panel represent all the gains he has made in the past three months of hard work.
The pain he experienced, the torture he endured, the blood and sweat he paid... now all turned into vivid and clear numbers, presented in front of his eyes.
The most obvious change is the addition of a skill that can be used to advance to the master level - the zero-level intermediate ice spell: [Frost Ray].
The derived extraordinary power of law is called - [Ice Veins]!
As for the effect
The effect is average, it just enhances the cold ability from an additional angle.
"Damien."
Benigo came from a distance, carrying two silver bottles with thin necks and round bellies in his hands.
The cap of the bottle has been opened, and bursts of mellow wine aroma continue to emanate from the mouth of the bottle.
Benigo handed him one of the silver bottles, and then sat down like a campfire. The black pipe in his hand melted into the shape of metal chopsticks, and he slowly stirred in the tumbling pot.
Ronan frowned and couldn't help but say: "Benigo, you hold that broken pipe every day when you have nothing to do. Do you want me to eat your saliva now?"
Benigo glanced at him and said calmly: "If you don't like it, you can stop eating it later."
Ronan pursed his lips and said no more.
Three months have passed, and the relationship between the two seems to have become closer.
Although they still don't feel like friends.
(End of chapter)