Chapter 280: Chapter 146 First Battlefield, ‘Four-Colored tal’ Orian
“Rather than giving thanks, it’s better to save them for yourself to share with her.
Actually, I don’t think you need to thank her, these little things an nothing to her, she is famously rich in the circle of Level 3 Wizards…”
Borbi jokingly told Ronan.
Ronan didn’t say anything.
With Ring Master Kosti absent, he prepared to leave after accepting the items.
However, Borbi suddenly stood up and shouted at him: “Don’t go Damien, stay and keep company.
Kosti is not around, and I am so bored I’m nearly growing lice…”
Oh, that’s right!”
It seed that Borbi suddenly rembered sothing and quickly said: “Kosti instructed specially before she left, in case she couldn’t make it back on ti.
There are so matters I need to convey to you on her behalf…”
Ronan paused for a mont, then stopped walking, and under Borbi’s hopeful gaze, he walked back.
“Have a seat, aside from and Kosti, there are hardly a few who co up here all year…”
Borbi cheerfully pulled out a chair and warmly invited Ronan to sit like a host.
Ronan’s gaze swept over the long desk where Kosti often worked and noticed a delicately modelled double-eared teacup on the table in front of him, containing half a cup of brown-red tea, along with a beautiful golden spoon for stirring.
Clearly, soone had just sat here, and even had a chat with Borbi.
“Didn’t you say hardly anyone cos up here?”
Ronan looked at Borbi, who gave an embarrassed smile and defended himself: “It’s just a coincidence.
Before you, Clents was here…”
“Clents…”
Upon hearing this na, Ronan’s eyes sparkled briefly.
A image of a youth with eyes as sharp as lapis lazuli quickly erged in his mind.
In the last selection trial, although it was Ronan who won, Clents’ strength was undeniable. Only he had been noteworthy enough for Ronan in the Seventh Magic Rings.
“What did Clents co here for?”
Ronan stared at the teacup and spoon on the table, imagining how Clents had looked sitting here not long before, and began to inquire.
“Nothing much…”
Borbi shrugged nonchalantly and replied, “Just the usual giant Secret Realm exploration nerves, he ca to chat, to alleviate so anxiety…”
“Clents gets nervous?”
Ronan blinked his eyes, slightly surprised.
In his impression, Clents, as the forefront wizard among the younger generation in the Seventh Magic Rings before him, had always seed calm and confident.
He was truly outstanding, worthy of the title “genius.”
It was hard to imagine, he too would seek out soone to ease the tension and nervousness like a student before an important exam.
“You never know what is hidden under the skirt of a lady with a dignified appearance…”
Ronan glanced at Borbi.
The latter twisted his mouth and set aside his odd comparison, saying: “While Clents is outstanding, there are many who are more so within the Magic Rings, not to ntion the geniuses beyond the rings.
While you were away from the rings, a small internal exchange contest was held within the Seventh Rings.
Clents participated.
I still rember the sword-like spirit he had when he left, but unfortunately, when he ca back… tsk tsk…”
Borbi sighed and said: “Poor guy, he couldn’t even make it into the top ten…”
“Clents’ strength doesn’t even rank in the top ten of the whole Magic Rings?!”
Ronan was sowhat shocked.
Damn, just how weak is the Seventh Magic Rings?
Oh no, how strong are the geniuses from the other Six Great Magic Rings?
Late Level 2, plus mastering Level 1 Law Domain Resonance, and still not making it into the top ten?!
“With his strength, I thought he would rank between sixth and eighth.”
Borbi propped his hands and touched his smooth, beardless chin, saying: “But he was really unlucky, first defeated by you which shook his confidence, then during the exchange he unfortunately ran into the current top genius recognized in the Magic Rings, a Seventh Ring Level genius, and got eliminated in the first round..”
“Seventh Ring Level genius?”
Ronan’s eyes flickered, and he asked in a deep voice: “Who is it?”
Just as Borbi was about to answer, a calm voice preempted him from behind Ronan.
“Orian.”
Ronan turned around and saw a youth, half a head shorter than him, with a slender figure and eyes as piercing as lapis lazuli, standing calmly at the entrance of the high tower’s spiral staircase, looking at him.
“In the Magic Rings, the first and only wizard genius under a hundred soul years old to advance to Level 3.”
Listening to the youth’s plain speech, Ronan took a deep breath and slowly spoke: “Cle… nts.”
The youth in front of him, if not the very Clents he and Borbi were discussing—who else could it be.
Discussing soone behind their back, especially about their failures, and being caught in the act by the subject itself… this made Ronan feel sowhat embarrassed.
Borbi on the other hand didn’t seem to care at all; his face showed only surprise and joy as he greeted Clents: “Hey Clents, long ti no see, why are you back again?”
“Borbi, we just t forty-five minutes ago, and even had tea together.”
Clents stepped forward into the semi-open room, his gaze landing on Ronan and he spoke indifferently: “On my way back to the ditation Tower, a soul trapped in a brass door lock sold soone’s return news to for twenty Advanced Magic Stones…”
A few lines of frustration appeared on Ronan’s forehead, thinking that when he returned, he would imdiately replace that blabbermouth “intelligent door lock.”
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