Chapter 121 The potential to advance to the Seventh Ring, the real tower
Ronan looked up at the tower.
From his angle, he could not see the spire of the silver-white tower. He could only see the obelisk-shaped tower extending upward almost infinitely. The dense rune patterns engraved on it were glowing slightly because of the sunlight. , the upper part of the tower was extremely bright, like a huge and luminous sword, silently piercing into the bright sky.
"The Seventh Ring Master."
Ronan slowly withdrew his eyes from looking up at the top of his head, and recalled in his mind Benigo's description of the ring master - half of his body stepped out of the fog, reaching out to touch the dawn
Dawn.
According to the ancient tradition of the wizarding world, levels one to three are called fog, and levels four to six are called dawn.
It means to break through the fog and welcome the dawn.
According to Benigo, the Lord of the Seventh Ring should be at the pinnacle of the third-level wizards, but has not completely reached the fourth level.
However, Benigo has been away from a certain level for a long time, the news lags behind, and some statements may not be accurate.
But whether it is the third-level fog peak or the fourth-level dawn, for Ronan now, it is an existence that is unattainable and needs to be looked up to.
Standing at the bottom of the tower, he naturally had some speculations and fantasies about the Lord of the Seventh Ring who was at the top of the tower at this time - was he a man or a woman? Tall, short, fat or thin? Is your personality cold or gentle?
It would be a lie to say that he is not nervous at all. Although Ronan is most likely preparing to receive "commendation" now, he still feels as if he was notified to go to the dean's office at school in his previous life.
Taking a deep breath, Ronan was about to take the first step.
"etc!"
A clear voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
Ronan turned around and saw a tall, thin young man wearing a gray robe walking towards him quickly.
"You don't want any of these, do you?"
The young man quickly walked up to Ronan and pointed at his feet, where his newly cut hair was covered.
Only then did Ronan remember that he was only thinking about meeting the Lord of the Seventh Dharma Ring and had forgotten to throw a fireball at his feet.
"I'll clean it up right away."
"Oh no, I mean you can give it to me if you don't want it."
The young man smiled at Ronan, and with his eyes shining, he squatted down and quickly picked up the broken hair on the ground, refusing to let go of every strand.
"You probably don't know how many people in the tower are interested in your bloodline. These hairs are probably more precious and sought-after than third-level magic potions."
When the young man squatted down, Ronan saw that his red hair was mixed with a few clusters of bright yellow, as if it had been specially dyed with special paint.
"Do you mind? I should be able to exchange them for a lot of good things, and of course there will definitely be a share for you."
The young man picked up Ronan's broken hair and asked him sincerely. His appearance was not good-looking, his nose was a bit big, but his black eyes were quite clear and shining, giving him a feeling of quick thinking and vitality.
Ronan thought for a moment and quickly accepted the other party's proposal.
Only he knew that the real reason for his white-haired giant demon form was not due to any ancient bloodline at all.
Of course, it does not rule out that there really is some ancient bloodline power in his body.
If these people can study it, it will be a good thing for him, which will help him use the power of the Holy Blood Tree in the future.
"Thank you, my name is Bolby."
The big-nosed young man exhaled, put away Ronan's broken hair, pointed at the entrance of the silver tower, and looked at him.
"Are you ready to go in? Together?"
The interior of the silver tower is a huge and independent space, but unlike any secret space Ronan has ever entered, it is vertical.
A gray-white staircase extends from the entrance, spiraling upward.
There are countless books floating densely around the stairs, like loose and haphazard stacks of cylindrical walls. A beam of bright white light hangs down from the top, illuminating the entire upward path.
Soft light penetrates the suspended and open pages of the book, and a faint halo fills the edges. Looking up, the whole scene appears mysterious, dreamy, and fascinating.
Knowledge and light are intertwined, leading everyone who enters to desire to explore the unknown realm.
Ronan stood on the bottom step, watching all this quietly, and couldn't help but be lost in thought.
He originally thought that the tower was made of metal, serious, cold, and might be a little depressing. But the scene he saw now was very different from what he had expected.
"Come on, Damien."
Young Bolby stood on a few steps slightly higher than Ronan and greeted him like a friend. His voice was full of brightness and enthusiasm, "There are still many places you need to visit..."
Ronan's heart couldn't help but be moved, and he couldn't wait to take a step forward.
"Buzz——"
Stepping down, slight energy fluctuations came from the soles of your feet.
Ronan was surprised to find that one after another light blue transparent ripples appeared under his feet.
The mental power in his mind became lively and joyful as never before. If he meditated in such a state
"Wait."
Ronan suddenly realized that this might be the so-called rune circle that assists meditation.
He could hardly feel much difference outside the tower, but now that he stepped into the tower, he noticed the effect.
If you can stay in such an environment to meditate and practice, over the years, your spiritual power will indeed grow far beyond that of others.
"Is this the legendary tower?"
Ronan murmured softly.
"It's not a legend, but it is indeed a tower of wisdom..."
Bolby waved to him and walked up with a smile.
Ronan stepped on the stairs going up one step at a time, and circles of light blue ripples appeared under his feet. The books suspended in the air around the stairs gathered towards him like naughty birds. Tiny dust particles danced gently in the drooping light.
Ronan stretched out his hand, flicked the pages of the books with his fingers, and looked at the writing on the title page, "Power of Elements", "Witchcraft in Dreams", "The Secret Words of Wubuli Hasim Aldini" Guide", "The Art of Runes". There is an indescribable peace and joy in my heart.
Suddenly, Ronan saw a pair of green eyes full of curiosity and exploration, staring at him between the gaps between several books.
He was stunned for a moment, then gently pushed aside the books that were blocking his view, only to see a wizard with long flaxen hair running away quickly with a chuckle not far from the stairs.
"Did she just look at me?"
Ronan watched the wizard's leaving figure, thinking silently in his heart.
He quickly took two steps up, only to find that all around the stairs and behind the densely packed books were circular platforms one after another.
The outermost circle of these platforms is an open corridor, and the inward side is divided into many parts. There are some wizards walking on the platforms.
More than one wizard wearing a magic ring robe was staring at Ronan with a strange and joyful look in his eyes.
"Forgive them, these old guys," Bolby said softly to Ronan: "It's been a long time since a complete newcomer has entered the tower.
And you are still the newly promoted Sixth Ring
I remember when Clemens came in for the first time, he was watched like a monkey for a long time."
Ronan listened to the young Bolby's story and noticed that the mental power fluctuations emanating from the wizards in front of him were very strong, and they were at least level two, or even level two or above.
But without exception, everyone has more or less traces of their journey through time.
He remembered the law that Benigo had told him about the "soul age of one hundred years old". He thought that they must have been geniuses in the magic circle. After their soul age exceeded one hundred years, they retreated to the tower and entered the Qing Dynasty. The state of life of repair and research.
“If you don’t like it, try this”
Bolby handed Ronan a ring. The ring was engraved in the shape of a feather, with faint mysterious rune fluctuations emanating from it.
"It can temporarily shield you from the aura that comes with you and return you to the natural state of getting along with others.
Have you ever stayed alone in an abandoned and dusty attic when you were a child? The sun shines along The glass of the skylight is shining, dust is dancing in the light, the air is hot and stifling, but it is extremely quiet, no one disturbs you, it is your own world."
Ronan gently turned the feather ring given by Bolby, and a strange energy wave emitted from the ring, gently covering him.
In an instant, the sights that were fixed on him immediately receded like a tide. Only a few rays of mental power remained. Looking in the direction where the mental power came from, one could see a few half-hidden in the shadows. The old figure inside is very powerful and belongs to the third level.
It seems that the magical effect of this ring has certain limitations, but it does make Ronan feel a lot more relaxed.
"Thanks."
Ronan handed the ring back to Bolby, but he pushed it back.
"Keep it. There are still many things you need to use after you go out... It's just a small prop enchanted with a simple second-level illusion spell. I also gave Clemens one when he came in last time."
"Illusion spells..."
Ronan gently stroked the texture on the feather ring, his eyes flashing slightly.
Bolby's words revealed that his and Ronan's encounter at the gate of the tower was not purely a coincidence. He seemed to be working as a "newbie guide" in the tower.
Ronan couldn't feel his specific mental power.
"Those third-level old guys are the ones who want to study your bloodline the most."
Bolby leaned closer to Ronan and whispered: "Don't trade with them in private, they will lower your value...Leave it to me, I will help you sell it...Bah, trade Offer a good price.”
After saying that, Bolby ran up two steps, faced around, and moved his lips quickly, as if he was talking to someone.
After a while, the mental power belonging to the third-level wizard that remained in Ronan's body also faded away, and Ronan returned to the original comfortable state of "no one cared about".
Polbi was also a bit like Biondini's talker. He walked in front of Ronan, leading the way and talking non-stop.
"It has been a long time since the seventh ring has produced a sixth-level genius."
"You count the first one in recent decades, and then there's Clemens."
"There is another difference between you and Clemens. Everyone believes that you have the potential to be promoted to the seventh ring."
"Seventh Ring. There has never been a wizard genius at the level of the Seventh Ring Holy Son in the Seventh Ring."
Ronan followed the long spiral staircase of books upwards, and before he knew it, he was close to the beam of light above his head.
"Crack-"
He gently walked up the last step, and what he saw was a huge pyramid-like space.
There are transparent crystal windows on all sides, some of which are open, and the wind from the top of the tower blows in from the outside.
"This way."
Bolby called him softly and walked quickly towards a huge semi-open room.
Ronan walked over and saw countless books piled neatly on three sides of the room, and some crystals for viewing were scattered on the wooden floor.
A person sat with his back to a long table that was a combination of a magic experiment table and a desk. Next to him was a beautiful teapot with a brass spout, two silver teacups, and a handle inlaid with bright topaz. The silver staff continued to emit powerful rune fluctuations that made Ronan's heart tremble.
The figure with its back to him had long, ink-black hair, slightly wavy, hanging down to the floor. A hairband inlaid with small gems was loosely tied to the hair.
The robe she wore was made of silk-smooth material and was embroidered with intricate golden patterns. The hanging cuffs of the robe were dotted with tiny gems and a beautiful ring of white lace.
This is a woman.
The leader of the seventh magic circle is a female wizard.
Even with her back to Ronan, Ronan could feel the graceful and noble temperament that she naturally exuded.
Ronan's eyes flashed, and he stopped a few steps away from entering the room. From time to time, wizard books flew over the witch's head like birds, falling and rising quickly... She seemed to be busy with something, It would be rude to interrupt at this time.
Bolby, the young man leading the way, blinked at Ronan, suddenly took a few steps forward quickly, and then jumped up.
Then it turned into a colorful cockatoo with bright feathers and landed gently and delicately on a silver bird stand in the corner of the room. It made a weird and playful voice and kept repeating: "Coming! Coming! Luo Nan Damien, the hope for the future of the Seventh Circle...he is here!"
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Bolby's series of magical operations left Ronan shocked and speechless.
Only then did he understand why he couldn't detect Bolby's spiritual power. It turned out that Bolby was not a human at all, and his body was a parrot.
But before, he was able to speak and converse with himself so smoothly. Was it the effect of phantom spells?
Ronan didn’t know, but after being tricked by Bolby, his slightly nervous mood became much more relaxed.
"Okay Bolby, I get it."
The witch in front of the long table made a pleasant and helpless voice. She bent her fingers and threw a shiny magic stone at the colorful cockatoo on the silver shelf, which was swallowed by the latter with great flexibility.
"Thank you for your guidance, Bolby."
The parrot flapped its wings happily, "Praise to ever-young Kirsty!"
The woman shook her head helplessly, and then slowly turned towards Ronan.
Ronan narrowed his eyes, as if a strong but extremely soft light bloomed in front of him.
He had never felt such majestic and vast spiritual power, like endless starlight, gently covering him.
He finally saw what the woman looked like.
Skin as white and bright as the snow under the moonlight, delicate and beautiful facial features, and a quiet and reassuring temperament
This time it was similar to his imagination, what a powerful and noble wizard should look like.
The latter's blue-purple eyes fell on Ronan, and he seemed to relax slightly.
The first thing she said to Ronan was: "I'm really worried that your situation will be the same as Benigo's."
"Well?.."
(End of chapter)