Chapter 24: Powerless
“Okay, if you have the ability, just wait for me.”
In the end, the nose ring wizard still didn't dare to confront Ronan. He said a harsh word and left in a hurry with an ugly expression.
After this incident, the outcome of this temporary gathering became inconclusive.
The wizards dispersed, but they all looked at Ronan strangely before leaving.
Surprise, shock, confusion and a little fear.
No one could have imagined that the young wizard, who had always been quiet and insignificant in the crowd, turned out to be a fourth-level apprentice with a hot temper.
Ronan estimated that after tonight, the topic about him would most likely be hotly discussed in this treehouse area for several days.
"Thank you, Ronan."
After the crowd dispersed, only Ronan and Old Wells were left around the campfire.
Facing Old Wells's thanks, Ronan shook his head and said nothing.
Old Wells' expression was very complicated, as if he had just met Ronan.
Old Wells knew part of Ronan's background, and Ronan didn't hide it much. He said, "I got started with rune engraving. I made some money and bought some spiritual potions."
"You don't need to explain to me, everyone has their own secrets."
Old Wells smiled, and then solemnly reminded Ronan: "You have a grudge against Eugene today. He is a sinister and stingy person. He may not be able to swallow this. Be careful, he will take revenge..."
"If he is not afraid of death, then come."
Ronan sneered. After speaking, he suddenly felt that it was not appropriate to say such a thing in front of Old Wells, so he changed the subject and said: "I heard what he said before, he seems to be a pharmacist?"
"right."
Old Wells nodded, "Eugene has been studying potions for many years and is quite famous in this area."
"A pharmacist actually lives in a treehouse area?"
Ronan was a little confused, just like Eugene had been confused about him before.
“Maybe to save costs, it’s more convenient to live in the forest and collect magic potions.
and"
Old Wells glanced at Ronan and said with emotion: "His talent in potions is not as good as yours in runes."
Ronan was embarrassed to answer, and suddenly felt someone secretly tugging at the hem of his robe.
When he looked down, he saw a cute little blond girl winking mischievously at him.
It's Porter's daughter, Cheryl.
After being adopted, he has been following Wells and... Ronan glanced to the side. The wizard girl who lived by the tree spring stood quietly in the shadows like a ghost, with no sense of existence.
This guy seemed to have a bit of social fear. When Ronan looked at her, he subconsciously shrank back.
Ronan still remembers the mental soothing spell the girl cast at Potter's funeral, and nodded kindly to the other party.
Turning around, he started talking to Old Wells about business.
“What are you going to do next about what was talked about at the rally today?”
"Go ahead.
Privately, I will lobby one by one. It would be good to convince one more person. "
Old Wells paused for a moment, then continued: "I will go to Eugene to resolve the conflict between you. After all, it started because of me."
Ronan ignored the second half of Old Wells's words, thought for a while, and said seriously: "Old Wei, is the invasion of the Black Witch Land really so dangerous and terrifying?"
"It's a war between wizards"
Old Wells looked complicated and said slowly: "It will only be more cruel than you imagine."
"Why would the Black Witch start a dispute when things are going so well?"
Ronan still can't understand it.
"Resources, ideas, inheritance. It may even be just because they are tired of peace." Old Wells' eyebrows showed a look of weakness. "Any reason may be the reason for them to launch a war. I remember the last invasion seemed like Just a game played on the whim of the big guys.”
"Is it just a game?"
Ronan gritted his teeth.
He felt as powerless as old Wells. The confidence and courage he had previously experienced when facing the nose ring wizard Eugene disappeared at this moment.
He once again saw the cruelty of the wizarding world. In the eyes of the superiors, the inferiors were just pawns on the game board.
A wizard apprentice like him who lives at the lowest level is not even qualified to be a chess piece.
"Can you leave Hoddam before the invasion?"
Ronan lowered his head and reached out to touch Cheryl's little head, "I remember that you booked a boat ticket to leave in the second half of the year. Can you still buy it now?"
Although Ronan did not want to leave this land of wizard heritage and become a wandering wizard, he would rather choose wandering than lose his life in the war.
"The boat leaving the Wizarding Land was arranged by Hoddam College, and even my ticket for the second half of the year was refunded."
Old Wells sighed heavily and said, "It's hard to leave now."
“If you don’t take a boat, can’t you walk on your own?”
Ronan refused to give up, but Old Wells just smiled and shook his head.
"That's too risky. You need to go through the Warcraft Forest, and a formal wizard may not survive."
Ronan was silent.
Neither of them spoke for a long time.
As the night deepened and the bonfire in front of her gradually dimmed, Cheryl yawned so sleepily that Old Wells finally said, "You go back first. I will arrange the patrol affairs and let you know then." "
Ronan nodded, turned and left.
In the following days, Ronan practiced like crazy.
His natural sleep time was reduced to less than two hours a day, and almost all of the remaining time was spent on penance.
In the meantime, he took the time to visit the town again and found that the situation was much more serious than he imagined.
The entire Hoddam seemed to be caught in a tense and anxious atmosphere.
From pharmaceutical materials, magical tools and equipment, to grains, bread, food and other daily necessities, the prices of almost everything are rising crazily.
The most outrageous thing is the rent.
Ronan found out that in the neighborhoods with the worst living conditions in the town, rents had almost risen to two low-level magic stones per month.
In the past, only ten magic stone fragments were needed.
It doubled almost twenty times!
Forest, tree house.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch -"
Ronan sat at the table, trying to cut a piece of blackened steak on the plate with a dagger.
The blade of the knife rubbed against the plate, making a tooth-aching screeching sound.
After cutting for a long time, the steak on the plate didn't change much. Ronan simply gave up, grabbed the steak with his hands, put it in his mouth and started to bite hard.
"Is this monster meat? Hmm...it seems to taste a little more fragrant than ordinary beast meat, but...it's too hard to bite!"
Ronan finally chewed off a piece of meat with his teeth. He chewed it over and over in his mouth for a long time but couldn't chew it completely, so he had to swallow it whole.
The piece of meat entered his stomach, and he immediately felt full. After a while, it seemed to turn into a stream of warmth, slowly integrating into Ronan's body.
"call--"
Ronan finished all the steaks, as if he had completed a difficult and large project, and lay on the chair for a long time, unwilling to move.
(End of chapter)