Chapter 57 Northern Highlands
The Burning God Potion is the key to promoting the spiritual transformation of apprentice-level wizards, and is also one of the indispensable conditions for wizard apprentices to be promoted to official wizards.
For wizard apprentices, especially those in the wandering group, they are really cherished!
The materials for refining the Burning God Potion are very rare for apprentices and are extremely difficult to obtain.
This key that opens the official wizard's door has always been firmly controlled by the academy, and is rarely sold even in potions stores in the dwarf market.
In Hoddam, most of the God-burning potions produced will be supplied to the wizards in the academy first.
Ronan had always wanted to join the academy, and a very important reason was for the so-called God-Burning Potion.
Unexpectedly, when I was sorting out the storage pocket of the black-robed wizard in the Forest of Deathrattles, I unexpectedly got a bottle.
Ronan carefully put away the Burning God potion and put it back into his storage bag as if it were a treasure, his heart filled with joy.
It is said that the worse the qualifications of an apprentice, the more Burning God Potions are needed to be promoted to a formal wizard.
A bottle of Burning God Potion may not be enough for Ronan.
But after all, it is still early for him to be qualified to attack the official wizard, so he can continue to plan slowly.
Turning his attention back to his notes, Ronan was also very interested in the genre choices that Dead Black Robe had planned after being promoted to a formal wizard.
One of the keywords mentioned repeatedly - soul sigil, made Ronan very curious.
This thing seems to be extremely important for the practice of becoming a formal wizard, and it also involves the choice of magic schools. Unfortunately, there is no detailed explanation in the note, and Ronan can only put his doubts back in his heart.
Turned back again.
That’s it for the notes.
Ronan glanced at the remaining things on the table, divided them into three categories: those that were useful to him, those that were useless, and those that needed to be disposed of as soon as possible, and placed them in three storage waist bags.
After gathering my mood, I opened the door and walked out of the hut.
Today is cloudy, with light snow falling in the sky and a biting wind.
Ronan has a strong body, and the robe he wears has a [constant temperature] function, so he doesn't feel too cold.
Standing at the door and looking in one direction, you can see the orange-red light reflecting on the windows of Venetia's cabin.
"She didn't go either..."
Ronan's eyes flashed slightly.
Today is a rather special day - Barry and his son left with the pharmacist they called a big shot, and most of the people who had attended the dinner they invited went to see them off.
Ronan recalled the sound of the boat he heard while packing his black robe storage bag... It was estimated that both of them were already on their way out of Hoddam at this moment.
Just as he was thinking about it, several figures slowly walked from the other end of Shuidi Street.
It was Old Wells and others who had returned from seeing them off.
Ronan watched as several people approached. The Qiaolin couple seemed to have bad expressions. Old Wells came up to talk to him and scanned around, but did not see Jacob.
Ronan didn't think much about it, but the next moment he received a series of news from Old Wells that made him stunned——
Jacob went with the ship and the Barrys.
No one knows when he secretly found Barry in private or how he persuaded him.
Before leaving, Sean actually planned to jump off the boat and escape, but Barry pulled him back and slapped him hard.
“It’s just an ordinary transportation task, what danger can there be!
I think anyone with a first-level apprenticeship will go..."
"That's someone else. I really don't want anything to happen to you, Qiao Lin. You are my husband."
"You just think that without an arm, I'm not even as good as a first-level apprentice. You think I'm a useless person!"
"Bang--"
The sound of jars and dishes falling to the floor, mixed with the faint sobbing of a woman, came from the hut.
Ronan stood on the snow in front of the cabin, frowning as he watched the shadow of the man reflected in the candlelight on the window walking around like an irritable and restless hyena.
"Why is he like this now?"
He turned to look at Old Wells beside him.
In Ronan's impression, the wizard Qiao Lin has a gentle personality, submissive and even a bit submissive. However, now he appears to be gloomy, irritable, incompetent and irritable. It is said that he is also drunk. Old Wells seemed to know something about the inside story and whispered: "Since Jacob left with Barry and his son...his mood has been very unstable..."
Ronan turned around, shook his head and commented: "If this continues, something will happen to him sooner or later."
Old Wells said nothing and walked slowly back along the snow-covered streets with Ronan.
On the way, the two of them would occasionally run into wizards wrapped in gray robes and walking in a hurry.
Compared with before, there were many fewer people on Shuidi Street during the day. Most people were busy with various tasks issued by the college. They left early and came back late. Sometimes they even had to travel for several days.
"The tasks posted on the recruitment cards during this period are becoming more and more difficult. There are very few tasks similar to collecting items. I estimate that after a while, low-level tasks without risks will be completely cancelled
At that time, the so-called recruitment order may become completely different."
Ronan listened to Old Wells whispering in his ear, and a slightly complicated look gradually appeared on his face.
This is almost inevitable.
When the academy issued a recruitment order to the wandering gray robes, it was naturally not just looking for someone to help move things and collect magic potions.
First release some tasks that are not difficult to let the wandering gray robes taste the sweetness and relax their guard. Then comes the time when they really need to be put to use.
cannon fodder? Dead soldier?
Several words popped into Ronan’s mind.
He and Old Wells were definitely not the only two people who could see this clearly, but there were not many people who were truly unaffected. Most people were incapable of doing so, including him.
"Oh, by the way, do you have any idea about the boat tickets?"
Ronan suddenly remembered and asked Old Will.
Old Wells' reaction made his heart sink.
He frowned and told Ronan that the wizard who had previously released the news that he could get the boat ticket had not shown up for several days. People who had paid the deposit earlier were now looking for him everywhere.
"Forget it. , If it is a liar, at least we have nothing to lose now.”
Old Wells ended the topic, stopped, took out a small oak box from under his robe, and handed it to Ronan.
"There's something else I want to tell you, Ronan."
“This morning, brother and sister Andre also left.
They asked me to give this thing to you, saying it was to express my gratitude for your rescue last time. "
Andre.
Ronan was startled and subconsciously took the oak box from Old Wells' hand.
Speaking of which, he had indeed not seen the half-elf brother and sister for a long time.
We haven't seen each other since we left the forest.
Unexpectedly, when they mentioned it again, they were completely separated.
"Are they also taking a boat?"
Ronan opened the oak box and found that there was only one black seed inside.
"No.
They were preparing to hike through the forest.”
Old Wells's answer reminded Ronan of the nicknames of this half-elf brother and sister, jungle survival experts.
Crossing the forest is a "dead end" that would be a narrow escape for ordinary wizards, but it may not be possible for them.
"Did they say where they were going?"
Ronan asked, not recognizing the origin of the seeds in the box.
Old Wells thought for a moment and replied: "It seems that he is preparing to go to the northern highlands."
"Northern Highlands."
Ronan recited these four words silently, raised his head and looked towards the north, but could only see a gray sky covered with snow clouds.
Ronan forgot which wizard book he saw it in.
It is said that the northern highlands are where elves and barbarians gather.
(End of this chapter)