Chapter 146 The first battlefield, "Four Color Metal" Orion
“You should keep it to yourself to say things like thank you to her.
In fact, I don’t think you need to thank her. This thing is nothing to her. She is a well-known rich woman in the third-level wizard circle."
Bolby said to Ronan half-jokingly.
Ronan said nothing.
The ring leader Kirsty was not there, so he collected his things and prepared to leave.
But Bolby stood up and shouted to him: "Don't leave Damien, stay with me.
Kirsty's not here, I'm so bored I'm almost covered in lice
Oh yes! "
Bolby seemed to suddenly remember something and said quickly: "Kirsty specifically told me before she left, if she didn't come back in time.
Sometimes I need to explain things to you on her behalf."
Ronan was startled for a moment, then stopped and walked back under Bolby's expectant eyes.
"Sit down quickly. Apart from me and Kirsty, not many people come here all year long."
Polby cheerfully pulled out a chair and greeted Ronan to sit down with as much enthusiasm as a host.
Ronan glanced at the long table where Kirsty often worked at her desk, and inadvertently saw an exquisite double-eared teacup placed on the table in front of him. In the teacup was half of the brown-red tea soup, and there was a handle. A beautiful little golden spoon for stirring.
Apparently someone had just sat here and chatted with Bolby for a while.
"Didn't you say that almost no one came up?"
Ronan looked at Bolby, who smiled and defended: "We just happened to meet each other.
Clemens was here before you."
"Clemens..."
Ronan's eyes flashed slightly when he heard the name.
The shadow of a young man with sharp eyes like lapis lazuli quickly appeared in his mind.
Although Ronan won the final battle of the trial and selection, there was no doubt about Clemens' strength. In the seventh ring, he was the only one who could make Ronan feel valued.
"What's Clemens doing here?"
Ronan stared at the teacups and spoons on the table, imagining what Clemens looked like when he was sitting here not long ago, and asked.
"nothing.."
Bolby shrugged and replied casually, "It's very common to be nervous before exploring a super large secret place. Just chat with me to relieve your anxiety."
"Clements also gets nervous sometimes?"
Ronan blinked, feeling slightly surprised.
In his impression, Clemens, as the first of the younger generation of wizards in the Seventh Ring before him, always looked calm, confident and calm.
He is good enough and is the "title" of a true genius.
It is hard to imagine that he would look for someone to relieve his nervousness and anxiety like a student who is about to take a major exam.
"You never know what's hidden under the skirt of a dignified lady..."
Ronan glanced at Bolby.
The latter curled his lips, put away his strange metaphor, and said: "Although Clemens is excellent, he is only in the French Circle. There are many people better than him, let alone the geniuses outside the French Circle. .
During the period when you were not in the Dharma Ring, a small internal communication competition was held within the Seventh Ring.
Clemens attended.
I still remember the way he looked as high as a sword when he left, but it was a pity that when he came back... tsk tsk"
Bolby sighed and said, "This poor little guy didn't even make it into the top ten."
"Clemens' strength is not even among the top ten in the entire Magic Circle?!"
Ronan was a little shocked.
Damn, how weak is the Seventh Dharma Ring?
Oh no, how strong are the geniuses in the other six magic circles?
At the late level of Level 2, plus understanding the resonance of a legal domain, he couldn't even make it into the top ten? !
"Based on his strength, I think he should be between sixth and eighth."
Bolby propped up his hands, touched his smooth and beardless chin, and said: "But he is really unlucky. First, he was defeated by you once, and his self-confidence was frustrated. During the exchange competition, he was unlucky enough to run into the current recognized figure of the French Ring. The first genius, a seventh-level genius, was eliminated in the first round of the competition."
"Seventh Ring Genius?"
Ronan's eyes flashed and he asked in a deep voice: "Who is it?"
Bolby was about to answer when a calm voice came from behind Ronan.
"Orian."
Ronan turned around and saw a young man who was half a head shorter than him, with a slim build and eyes as sharp as lapis lazuli, standing at the entrance of the tower's spiral stone steps, looking at him calmly.
"Dharma Ring's current soul age is less than 100 years old. He is the first and only wizard genius to be promoted to the third level."
Ronan listened to the young man's plain words, took a breath, and slowly exhaled: "Clay... Mens."
The young man in front of him could not be the Clemens he and Bolby were talking about.
Talking about others behind their backs, talking about their failures, and being caught red-handed by the owner of the topic made Ronan feel a little embarrassed.
Bolby didn't pay attention at all, but greeted Clemens with a face full of surprise and surprise: "Hey Clemens, long time no see, why are you back again?"
"Polby, we just met forty-five minutes ago, and we sat and drank tea together."
Clemens took the initiative to walk towards the semi-open room, his eyes fell on Ronan, and he said calmly: "On my way back to the meditation tower, there was a soul trapped in the brass door lock. With twenty The price of a high-level magic stone sold me the news of someone’s return.”
A few black lines appeared on Ronan's forehead, thinking that when he went back, he would immediately replace the big-mouthed "smart door lock".
“Don’t be angry, even if Seri doesn’t tell me, Bolby will inform me as soon as possible.
I specifically told him this, and I have always wanted to find an opportunity to have a good chat with you."
Clemens spoke to Ronan with a natural expression, completely without the aggressive aura he had when he fought with Ronan.
Ronan's attitude towards him was actually quite good. After all, the two of them were competing in that battle without any personal grudges, and they both got what they wanted in the end.
in other words. He and Clemens could be friends.
"You don't look as depressed as Bolby said..."
Ronan stepped aside slightly to allow Clemens to walk to the table beside him.
Clemens shook his head helplessly and said: "Orian is the heir appointed by the first ring master. He has already mastered the wonderful connection between metals and elements. He is a genius who truly understands the true meaning of the inheritance of the silver ring. He has the 'four ferrous metal' title.
Even if I stand at the same height as him, I still can't be his opponent. Losing to such a person is frustrating, but not as much as you think."
Ronan chewed carefully what Clemens said, and it seemed to involve something that he had not yet had time to touch.
Just as he was thinking about it, Clemens said, "Do you know why the Ring of Law holds this internal communication competition?"
Ronan shook his head.
"In order to further select suitable candidates who are qualified to go to the first battlefield."
Clemens looked at Ronan, "Lord Kirsty sent you to another place and deliberately missed this competition. It seems that she had no intention of letting you go to the first battlefield.
Too"
Clemens paused and said with some emotion: "You have a powerful ancient bloodline, and your talents are far better than mine. Given time, you will probably grow to a height comparable to Orion.
What you lack now is not the opportunity to sharpen yourself, but time.
There is really no need to participate in the first battlefield, as that would be bad for you. "
"What is the first battlefield? Is it related to the Garden of Mirrors?"
Ronan asked with a frown.
He only learned from Clemens that it turned out that Kirsty asked him to go to Whitestone Castle to seek some kind of "talent transplant". The real purpose turned out to be to take him away, and it seemed to be another layer of protection for him. .
Obviously she has repeatedly emphasized that she will not let herself become a "flower in the greenhouse". This duplicitous woman.
"It's related to the Garden of Mirrors."
Clemens nodded and said: "The first battlefield is what we privately call the innermost core area of the Garden of Mirrors.
The Thunder Council, the Crimson Tower, the Black Nightmare Swamp, the Palace of Thorns, the Crystal Lake, and our Silver Ring.
The six major wizarding forces in the south worked together to open the rune ban in the core area of the ancient Garden of Mirrors Secret Realm. However, this core area, after preliminary exploration, was roughly divided into three layers.
In order to reasonably allocate manpower, these three areas will be explored by young wizards of different levels and different strengths.
They are the so-called first battlefield, second battlefield and third battlefield.
Among them, the first battlefield is the most dangerous and difficult to explore, so those who are eligible to enter are the strongest and most outstanding genius elites of the six wizards.
I originally wanted to enter the first battlefield, but unfortunately I ran into Orion in the first round of the competition, so I probably had to go to the second battlefield.
Ring Master Kirsty's arrangement for you should also be the second battlefield. Although the third battlefield is less dangerous, it has almost no experience value for you."
As a veteran Magic Circle genius, Clemens has stayed in the Silver Magic Circle much longer than Ronan, and he knows and has been exposed to far more things than Ronan.
The two simply sat down at the long table. Bolby brought tea and snacks with a smile, seeming to be very happy to see the harmonious scene of the two people's lively exchanges.
Two days later.
A burst of magnificent and strange energy fluctuations slowly emitted from the metal ring above the silver magic ring and spread to the entire magic ring.
The inspired young wizards walked out from under the seven silver-white towers one after another, like tiny sparks of fire, gathering towards the bottom of the metal ring.
At the same time as the energy fluctuations were emitted, three extremely huge magic airships gradually emerged from the center of the metal ring, like three huge metal silver fish, emitting bright blue light all over their bodies, floating quietly in the sky.
On the seventh ring, at the top of the silver-white tower, two figures took advantage of the breeze and flew out side by side.
One of the figures was probably in his early twenties, with thin cheeks and average appearance, but a pair of bright lapis lazuli eyes, which added a lot of charm to him.
The other person was much younger than him, with a more outstanding appearance, a slender and well-proportioned figure, white hair and blue eyes, and a mysterious and elegant temperament like a wizard aristocrat.
It was Clemens and Ronan who walked out together after receiving the signal that the Secret Realm of the Garden of Mirrors was about to open.
"..You should have memorized all the information I gave you, right?"
Clemens led Ronan towards the direction of the three giant magic airships and told him, "Those are the rare and rare objects that have been unearthed from the secret space of the Garden of Mirrors before. You understand it clearly enough. When the time comes, When you explore, you will know which things are of high value and worth fighting for.”
Ronan nodded.
He and Clemens chatted for two days in the study room belonging to Kirsty, and they were already considered friends.
Clemens has a good character. Not only did he popularize a lot of knowledge to him, but he also specially compiled a "treasure list" of the Garden of Mirrors for him.
Although it is impossible to completely include information on everything you will encounter during the subsequent exploration, it has summarized a large part.
Exploring with a purpose is much more efficient than wandering around like a headless fly with no goals at all.
The two gradually approached and stopped under the huge metal ring that was the landmark building of the Ring of Law.
Like them, there are also a large number of fellow wizards from the Seven Rings Tower who have been inspired. Almost all of them are above the late first level, and there are also many wizards above the second level.
Ronan did a rough count and found that there were about three hundred people in total.
“a lot of people”
Ronan spoke in a low voice, but Clemens shook his head when he heard his sigh: "Is it too much? Wait until you meet people from the other five major forces, and you will know what really is too much.
In this exploration, the number of places our Magic Circle got is still quite small, especially the personnel qualifications for the first and second battlefields.
Compared with several other wizarding forces, the overall strength and foundation of the Magic Circle is still a little behind, and it is estimated that it can only rank fourth or fifth among the six major forces..."
Ronan said nothing, his eyes were attracted by the crowd in one direction.
It was a small group of wizards with a total of about ten people.
The strength of each of them is above the late stage of the second level, each of them is powerful, both in appearance and temperament, they are outstanding, no less than Clemens standing next to him.
When so many young and outstanding talented wizards gathered together, the aura they naturally carried suddenly became more eye-catching, attracting the attention of almost all the wizards who came, and directly became the center and focus of the crowd.
And right in front of these dozen or so true "proud men of heaven" stood a tall and dazzling young man.
The light he exudes alone covers up all the auras of the dozen or so second-level "geniuses" behind him.
He has a handsome face, his short golden hair shines in the sun, like flowing gold threads, and his silver-white eyes are like a deep and quiet lake, with a mysterious light emitting all the time.
He exudes huge mental power fluctuations that are unparalleled for a third-level official wizard. It is the majesty of four bright "suns" superimposed together.
Ronan narrowed his eyes and stared at the figure of the young third-level wizard, feeling his elegance.
Then he heard Clemens whisper in his ear: "Did you see it? That's Orion. It is said that his soul age is not over fifty until now."
(End of chapter)