Chapter 110 [Mirror Light], Stage, Opponent and Travis (asking for a guaranteed monthly ticket)
Benigold turned the stew cooking in the small pot, Ronan picked up the silver bottle and took a sip between his lips. The fire-like wine entered his throat and turned into a hot thread sliding into his belly.
An ordinary person would probably have choked and coughed violently, but Ronan showed no reaction. He drank slowly, one after another, just like drinking water, while his eyes focused on his palm prints.
It was as if there was something in the palm prints that interested and obsessed him, deeply attracting his attention.
"When did you get into this habit?"
Benigo put the lid on the pot and added: "The taste will be at its best after a while."
"Don't you think our palm prints are interesting?"
Ronan put away his gaze and said with a strange look in his eyes: "Each pattern has its own position, just like the patterns of runes."
Benigo's eyes flashed and he said slowly: "There is indeed a saying that the origin of runes comes from palm prints. Damien, six bottles of 'Mephtila's Kiss' has really changed you a lot. of."
"Pain will beat you into what you want to be."
Ronan took a sip of wine and said, "Every time."
The whole brain-eating flower that Ronan brought back from the "Moist Jungle" was enough to prepare eleven bottles of "Mephtila's Kiss". In the end, he succeeded in six bottles, all of which were consumed by Ronan.
Benigo once said that if there was a record for the number of consecutive doses of "Mephtila's Kiss", Ronan would be the record holder.
The fact that he can still survive with his beard and tail intact after taking six bottles of "Mephitira's Kiss" is simply a miracle in potion science!
Is it a miracle?
‘If I hadn’t had the experience of practicing [Ascetic Exercise] since my apprenticeship, I hadn’t experienced the rebirth of breaking out of the cocoon, and I hadn’t gritted my teeth and endured the pain of several months of spell washing.’
Without these, Ronan's threshold for pain tolerance was greatly raised.
Coupled with the fact that he really refused to give in to something and had some inexplicable persistence in his heart
Ronan felt that he probably wouldn't be able to endure the sixth bottle of "Mephitira's Kiss".
Now he
seems to have experienced a "rebirth" again!
Different from the physical rebirth last time, this rebirth is spiritual.
After being "kissed" by the poisonous lips of Mephitila, the goddess of wisdom, six times, his whole person became different.
The efficiency of absorbing knowledge, the ability to understand things, and the speed of thinking about problems
The benefits of greatly developing the brain are reflected in all aspects, and Ronan is still exploring and exploring.
However, he has already received some tangible benefits brought about by the improvement of his brain.
Huge stat boosts on the character panel are just a small part of the story.
"Have you entered into a legal resonance?"
Benigo suddenly asked.
Some tiny lights flashed in Ronan's blue eyes.
He was silent for a while.
Finally shook his head, "No."
Benigo seemed to have expected this answer, but his face still inevitably showed disappointment.
"Why"
"It is extremely difficult for a second-level wizard to understand a resonance in the realm of law. It is abnormal for a first-level wizard to master it."
"I thought six bottles of 'Mephitila's Kiss' could change something... Now that I think about it, it was just my own extravagant hope."
Benigo sighed softly and said in a low voice: "If you can understand a resonance of the legal realm, maybe there is hope. Forget it."
Benigo picked up the wine bottle and gestured slightly to Ronan.
The two clinked glasses and each took a sip of wine.
Benigo opened the lid of the pot, and the hot steam mixed with the aroma came out, and the brown meat was cooking in the snow-white soup.
Benigo grabbed a large handful of brightly colored spices and garnishes from nowhere, and sprinkled them into the pot. No matter from any angle, this was a pot of delicious food that made people's mouths tempt.
"Tomorrow is the day when the competition and selection officially begins."
Benigo used the nightmare tungsten steel to transform into the shape of a long-handled knife and fork, forked a piece of meat, thought for a while, and said to Ronan: "Do you want to hear my story?"
"Can."
Ronan also grabbed a piece of meat from the pot and slowly tore it into pieces.
"I just feel like something is missing."
Benigo glanced at the place where the ice coffin was placed in the distance, then stared at the burning flames in front of him, and his whole body slowly fell into memories.
"Actually, I've never been a genius."
“I don’t even have the qualifications of an ordinary person.”
As Benigo told it, a story that was neither novel nor cliché was slowly presented to Ronan——
The son of a baron's stable boy was recruited into the baron's knight apprenticeship training class because of his excellent physical condition.
With hard work and talent, he grows into a qualified knight step by step.
At that time, Benigo was about the same age as Ronan is now. He was brave and good at fighting, and made great military exploits for the baron who was loyal to him. Therefore, he was granted a marriage by the baron and married the young lady of the baron's family.
That is the blonde woman lying in the ice coffin, named Fiona.
The two love each other very much, as if they are destined to be together, but Fiona has been frail and sick since she was a child, and this has become more and more serious as she grows into adulthood.
Benigo has been looking for a way to cure Fiona. During this period, he met a wandering wizard apprentice and embarked on the path from knight to wizard.
Benigo's wizard qualifications are very poor, the kind that are so bad that they are "over the line". He is just a little short of no longer having the talent to become a wizard.
"Are you talking nonsense to me?"
Ronan interrupted Benigo's memories and questioned: "With such poor qualifications, how can you be promoted to the Mist? Let alone being infinitely close to the fifth ring."
Ronan had stepped over that threshold, and he knew all too well the cruelty involved.
If Benigo's qualifications were as described, he should be worse than Ronan. The soul impurities ignited by the Burning God Potion were enough to burn him into a ball of ashes.
In that case, the person sitting in front of Ronan now should be Fiona holding Benigo's urn.
"Believe it or not."
Faced with Ronan's doubts, Benigo acted very calmly, "This is indeed the case. To be honest, I myself was puzzled as to why I was initially diagnosed with such poor soul qualifications, but after I passed the step of being promoted to an official wizard, I didn’t feel it was too strenuous when I crossed the threshold.”
Ronan frowned and continued to listen, because Benigo had no reason to lie to him.
"I am working very hard every day to survive so that Fiona can survive."
"I'm constantly getting stronger."
Benigo said calmly: "But Fiona keeps dying too."
About how Benigo started as a little wizard who started with the collapse of the sky, and gradually became a genius who conquered the seventh magic circle.
This process was led through by Benigo in the most plain and simple words.
He mostly shares every little moment between himself and his wife, Fiona.
Ronan suddenly understood why Benigo had been able to make it all the way to this point, and why he had offended so many people.
Benigo, who was born as a knight, is a man with a strong sense of faith.
He is also the person with the strongest sense of faith among the people Ronan has ever met.
Some of his obsessions have turned into blazing torches, which help him burn through the thorns in his way, and also burn those who try to get close to him and try to stop him.
This kind of person is destined to make countless enemies.
The reason why Ronan is sitting here now is because Benigo's fire is about to extinguish.
Benigo's story was very long, and by the time it ended, the campfire in front of both of them had completely lost its temperature.
Walking out of the miniature secret space together, under the falling waterfall, we saw that the skylight had broken through, the morning sun was shining, and the silver ring in the distance was gradually blooming with unprecedented light, preparing to welcome the arrival of a grand event.
"You want to come with me?"
Ronan felt the humid air, and felt that "new" feeling only at sunrise, and asked Benigo next to him. Benigo shook his head.
When he activated the flying ring and took off in the air to leave, Benigo's voice suddenly came from behind.
"Damien!"
Ronan turned around and saw Benigo looking at him deeply.
"Answer me again, have you really not understood the resonance of the legal realm?"
Ronan thought for a while and replied again: "It's just that I don't have any real control."
Benigo was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Then what is the third soul sigil you condensed?"
Ronan smiled and turned to face the direction of the rising sun. The morning light shone on his smooth and delicate cheeks, reflecting a radiance like a mirror shining on some undetectable rune patterns on his neck.
"[Mirror Light]."
Ronan said softly:
"I found it myself. It is also the most suitable talisman for me."
After saying that, he quickly moved away, leaving Benigo standing alone by the waterfall until his back was completely invisible.
Ronan strolled on the streets outside the Seventh Dharma Ring.
Everyone around him swarmed toward the inner city, although there was still a runic circle blocking it.
The thick light of the magic circle distorted the air, and everything inside the magic circle seemed blurry.
But there are still small magic airships and more cheaper rune hot air balloons that quickly rise into the sky and stop at a permitted height. People standing on them can't see anything, but they still try their best. He stretched his neck and looked inside.
"Lord Ronan! This way!"
Suddenly a surprised voice called Ronan's name.
Ronan looked around and saw Alida and Jacob from the Blueberry Inn crowded on a crowded hot air balloon, constantly greeting him.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't come? Fortunately, I reserved a seat for you in advance!"
"Damn it, don't push any further, a noble and real wizard will come up soon!"
Alida was like an irritable little sheep, baring her teeth and punching and kicking those who tried to squeeze the space left for Ronan.
But before she could fight for a spot, Jacob pulled her to look in one direction.
Alida stared blankly as Ronan smiled at her, and then plunged into the rune circle that only magic circle wizards could enter. She was so shocked that she suddenly covered her mouth.
"Lord Luo Ronan, he is a formal member of the Ring of Law. Today, he also wants to participate in the competition?!"
Before Ronan entered the rune circle, he saw the red-haired wizard Creed, whom he had dealt with for a while, standing on a small magic airship.
The other party obviously saw him, but the two parties simply said hello with their eyes and passed by.
Ronan followed the flow of people towards the bottom of the silver-white tower. Most of the people around him were wearing the standard silver robes of the Silver Ring. Ronan's robe had already been damaged in a battle because his authority was "frozen". , and it has never been repaired or replaced.
However, there were many wizards like him who did not wear standard robes, so he was not very conspicuous. However, when others did not wear standard robes, it was often because they had better robes as substitutes, and Ronan did not.
Walking all the way to the bottom of the silver tower, a large number of metal buildings that originally existed here were cleared away, clearing out a huge silver square.
The space in the square is divided into large and small transparent circles by the light of a large number of rune arrays, which should be the so-called "chamber" for the competition.
There are huge white light curtains around the square, formed by projection spells. Each light curtain corresponds to a clear scene in the "ring".
In the middle of the square, directly above all the "chambers", there are countless names made of runes floating.
The name of the person at the top is Clemens, with the words "Five Rings" written behind his name.
Going down "Clemens", Ronan found the name "Lanny" in the sixth position, corresponding to the identity of the fourth ring.
Then find "Travis" at the seventeenth position, three rings.
It wasn't until he was near the bottom that Ronan found his name, Ring Zero, an ordinary member.
Because he had only completed one trial mission, his ranking was almost at the bottom.
Ronan counted the names in the sky, and found that there were a total of 1,223 names in the sky, of which ninety-seven were people with statuses above the second ring, and a total of twenty-eight were people with status above the third ring.
Standing in the crowd, Ronan felt himself surrounded by a vast and complex invisible energy field.
That is the collective product of the mental force field and emotional fluctuations naturally emitted by all the magic circle wizards in the field.
Nervousness, anticipation, excitement, excitement.
Being in such an energy field, even Ronan felt that the blood in his body was starting to get slightly hot.
Benigo was right.
This is a huge stage, and every magic circle wizard has the opportunity to show himself on stage, and the spotlight may fall on anyone.
Ronan watched all this silently, his heartbeat and blood flow gradually increasing, but his spirit was absolutely calm, and even seemed to be sinking.
He was in an indescribable state of delicacy.
But this delicate state was quickly broken by a majestic spiritual power that he had never felt before.
Ronan squinted his eyes, thinking he saw the sun suddenly setting.
When his vision returned, he saw clearly that the so-called "sun" was an old man with a snow-white beard, a wizard's hat, and an exquisite silver robe.
Third level wizard.
Is he the ring master of the seventh magic ring?
Ronan blinked.
The appearance of the white-bearded old wizard quickly silenced the commotion. His mental power swept across the audience, and then he gently waved the white-silver metal staff in his hand.
A huge silver-white bat with a metallic luster flew out from under his robe, and then the silver bat spat out human words from its mouth and began to call out one name after another.
Every time a name is called, one person from the group of wizards at the edge of the square will quickly walk out and fly to a certain "chamber" in the air under the guidance of the silver bat.
The competition and selection has already begun.
Most of the names shouted by the silver bat were gathered in the bottom area, and the name of the person shouting out first was the name of the competing party.
Just when all the competition "rings" will be occupied, only the most central and most conspicuous "challenge" is left.
Ronan suddenly felt that the silver bat in the sky in charge of registration glanced at him inexplicably, and then read out his name.
"Ronan Damien."
"Shua——"
Ronan's image was suddenly reflected on a projection screen in the sky. Ronan was stunned for a moment, but he quickly calmed down and flew towards the final, middle, largest and most conspicuous competition "chamber".
However, before he could get close to the "ring", the silver bat followed him and announced the names of the wizards' opponents on the field.
The first name that came out of his mouth was also the name of Ronan's opponent.
"Travis!"
The moment he heard the name, Ronan's suspended figure suddenly stopped.
He turned his head subconsciously.
He didn't know where Travis was in the crowd at this time.
But on the projection magic light screens around the square, the same picture all jumped out——
A young man with pale skin, black hair, black diamond earrings, and a deep temperament was slowly getting up from a huge black metal chair.
He stared at Ronan calmly and indifferently. His figure and the black metal seat behind him seemed to merge into one, turning into a dense shadow that kept rising and spreading.
Under the projection of all magic light curtains.
In a trance.
It's like there are countless shadows rising, expanding, and filling in all directions at the same time
In the middle, they form a huge and dense black wave, slowly moving towards the thin and dense figure in the middle. The insignificant Ronan gathers, crushes, and sweeps in
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