Chapter 26 Level 5
Like a drop of water falling into the dark water.
The calm was broken.
Circles of white ripples appeared.
A large number of colorful light spots emerged from the edge of the pitch black, constantly blending into the white light ripples
In the hut, candles made of beeswax burned quietly, occasionally bursting out a little light and making an extremely subtle explosion. Voice.
Ronan sat quietly on the bed, eyes closed, looking peaceful.
On the edge of the wooden bed beneath him, a line of small words was clearly revealed——
The soul is the destination of immortality.
"Buzz——"
Along with a strange trembling sound, an invisible and transparent force seemed to spread out from Ronan's body.
The robe on his body suddenly flew up without wind, and the candles on the table were extinguished instantly...
The darkness lasted for a few seconds, and a candle was relit, and the dim yellow light illuminated Ronan's handsome and bright face.
"call--"
Ronan blew out the match in his hand, with unconcealable joy on his face.
Blinking his eyes, he brought up his character panel.
[Name: Ronan Damien]
【Age: 16】
[Talent: No Attribute Affinity]
[Strength: Level 5 Wizard Apprentice (1%)]
[Skill: Basic Meditation (Expert 122/800)
Energy Missile (Expert 635/800)
Charged Weapons (Mastery 45/400)
Rune Imprint—Clean (135/200 for proficiency), shiny (81/100 for beginners)
Ascetic training (skilled 75/200)
Basic Swordsmanship (Introductory 21/100)]
Level five.
It can be considered a fifth-level apprentice!
Ronan turned over a panel and looked at it many times before closing it with satisfaction.
Strength is the foundation of everything.
In this turbulent time, every increase in strength can bring him an extra sense of security.
"It's a pity that the low-level concentration potion has no effect on me at all."
Ronan sighed softly.
He didn't think he could break the iron rule of maxing out five bottles of low-level concentration potion.
He didn't want to try again.
To be honest, the effect of taking the fifth bottle of concentration potion made him feel that it was not worth it compared with the price.
"From now on, if I take drugs, I can only take intermediate-level mind-restoring potions. Those are not cheap. On weekdays, when the price doesn't increase, they cost fifty yuan for low-level magic stones.
words now"
Ronan estimated that he would need at least an intermediate magic stone.
I really can’t afford it at this stage.
"Let's save some money first, then settle down, and use meditation to consolidate the soaring mental power."
Ronan thought to himself.
He didn't expect that he would fall into "poverty" again so quickly. He had to say that "drug-induced abortion" was really not something that people from ordinary families could do.
It's too expensive.
When your pockets are empty, you are particularly motivated to make money.
Ronan took advantage of the fact that he had just made a breakthrough. He was full of energy and in good condition, and was preparing to study the [Protection] rune again.
But when he sat down in front of the workbench, before his butt was even warm, he heard someone calling his name softly under the tree outside.
"Ronan...Ronan"
Ronan's expression changed, and he quickly grabbed the one-handed sword on the wall, inserted it into the most convenient position on his waist, and then carefully covered it with his robe before stepping out.
After autumn comes, the fireflies that used to be so prosperous at night in the forest are much less common. Ronan stood at the door of the tree house, squinting his eyes and looking at the figure holding an oil lamp under the tree.
Only after confirming that it was correct did we set off.
He casually pulled a vine with yellowing leaves, used his strength twice, and let go... Ronan landed on the ground in a cool and steady manner.
Old Wells under the tree raised his head slightly and looked at him deeply with a surprised look as if he wanted to get to know him again, but he didn't say anything, just whispered: "Follow me."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Old Wells led the way with a lantern, and Ronan followed closely behind.
The two of them zigzagged forward along the dark forest path, and no one spoke along the way.
When walking to a small road.
"Uh-huh!"
Suddenly there was a violent sound of something slamming through the bushes ahead.
Ronan was startled and placed his hand directly on the hilt of the one-handed sword under his robe. He and Old Wells stopped almost at the same time.
The sudden movement from the front also stopped abruptly.
Ronan inhaled gently, took a step forward and walked in front of Old Wells. After looking at him, he slowly moved forward.
He is ready to cast spells at any time.
Ronan took a few steps forward, paused, and slowly relaxed his grip on the hilt of the one-handed sword under his robe.
He looked indifferently at a few meters away from him, a male wizard carrying large and small bags was standing there, holding a short staff like a dead branch tightly in one hand, and the top of the staff exuded... A meager white light.
Judging from his pale face and sweating profusely, he was obviously extremely nervous.
Old Wells came up and took a look, let out a sigh, and then slowly stepped back two positions to the side.
Ronan also moved out of the way.
As if he had been granted amnesty, the male wizard hurriedly picked up his things and ran past the two of them, regardless of how miserable he was.
"Another one who moved secretly at night."
Ronan watched the male wizard, who was only a mere second-level wizard apprentice, disappear into the night, thinking silently in his heart.
Recently, there have been fewer and fewer people in the tree house area, and with the onset of autumn, it has even become somewhat depressing.
The news of the invasion of the Dark Witch Land made people everywhere panic. The low-level wizards living in the tree house area gritted their teeth and sold their belongings to move to the town.
For fear of getting into trouble, many people choose to move secretly at night.
During this period, when Ronan woke up almost every day, he could hear so-and-so living there, and the house would be empty overnight.
"Let's go."
Old Wells urged Ronan in a low tone.
Ronan nodded and continued to move forward. This time he walked in front of Old Wells and followed Old Wells's directions.
After walking for about twenty minutes, the two finally arrived at their destination.
There was a bonfire lit in a forest clearing near Old Wells' house. Five or six figures stood there. When they saw Ronan and the others approaching, all their eyes turned to them.
"Ronan Damien."
Old Wells put down the oil lamp, pulled down the hood on his head, pointed at Ronan and introduced him to everyone.
"The fourth-level apprentice...is also one of us."
Ronan nodded cooperatively to the people around the campfire. A fat man with short blond hair and a little baby fat on his face said happily: "That's great. Ronan and Linus are here, and our little The strength of the group is so great.”
Several people around the fat blond man were convinced, with smiles on their faces. In addition to casting a faint look of awe at Ronan, they all turned their eyes in the direction of another person invariably.
Since the conflict with the nose-ring wizard Eugene at the last gathering, Ronan's name has been spread in this small tree house area. Ronan is not surprised that some people present know him.
What he was curious about was another man named Linus.
Following the gazes of several people, Ronan's expression suddenly froze.
The man known as Linus was a tall, thin, cold-looking young man with gray hair tied into braids at the back of his head, giving him a somewhat arrogant look.
However, he also has the capital to be proud. This is actually a fifth-level wizard apprentice. There was no such person in the last meeting.
"There are still fifth-level apprentices in the treehouse area? Can old Wells even recruit such a talent into the team? There is something about it."
Several thoughts quickly flashed through Ronan's mind.
(End of chapter)