Chapter 417: Chapter 195: Blue Mist Society, How to Obtain a Ticket_2
Ronan had no objections, so the two of them left the Space Tent, with Orian leading the way while they conversed.
“…This ti, the combat for the Heramus Genius Seat is much more intense than previous ones. So even speculate that this year’s Genius Chief might obtain the true heritage left by Heramus in the Southern region…”
“Has the Magic Controller heritage left by Heramus in the South never been taken?”
“Part of it hasn’t, and it’s the most critical part.
No one has ever been able to et the requirents Heramus set for the Inheritors… although no one knows exactly what the standards he set for inheriting this critical part of the heritage are…”
Two Wizards appeared in the view ahead, Orian lifted his hand, and a Magic Tool on his wrist emitted light, completely isolating him and Ronan from outside prying eyes and spiritual power.
“Let’s get back to our small alliance group.
There are only thirty-two seats available, but there are at least three hundred Wizards qualified to compete for these seats..”
“That many?”
Ronan was sowhat surprised, the number Orian ntioned far exceeded his own observations.
“Only more..”
Orian shook his head, “Excluding those at the First Rank who will definitely secure a seat, aiming for Genius Chief are the top figures, the remaining seats might not even amount to twenty.
To stand out among three hundred Level 3 Wizards and seize one of the less than twenty available seats, it seems too thin relying solely on an individual’s strength…”
“So you guys plan to cooperate to ensure several people can enter the top thirty-two?”
Ronan finally caught the drift of Orian’s intentions.
“Yes.”
Orian replied calmly, “Pooling the strength of dozens of Level 3 Wizards, the chances of securing a few seats are quite high.
Whoever ends up with a seat, the others would also receive corresponding compensation…”
Ronan looked sowhat intrigued.
He was surprised and admiring of the thoughts of Orian’s group of second-tier geniuses; this thod of retreat to secure the greater benefit indeed ensured maximization of benefits for everyone.
Backed by various powers, they also weren’t worried about anyone reneging on their commitnts.
Key was if this alliance could achieve cooperation once, their relationships would beco even more stable and secure, and once Orian and their generation grew up, it would bring many benefits to their respective powers.
‘Second-generation’s foresight and wisdom.’
Ronan inwardly sighed.
“..Now our group is still continuously absorbing strength, the more powerful our group, the larger the profits from a successful plan once the battle begins…”
“So, you approached to get to join your organization?”
Ronan thought for a mont, “I haven’t promoted to Level 3 yet, but you’re still not deterred; it seems you have a thod that allows even Level 2 Wizards to join the fray.”
Orian pondered then responded, “Kind of.
In fact, the threshold for Heramus Genius Seat isn’t set for Level 3 Wizards, but rather Level 3 battle power..
There have been cases of Level 2 Wizards participating in the battles, but such tactics are not very aningful, because even the Level 2 Wizards with Level 3 Wizard battle power, under a huge gap in realms, still find it difficult to compete with those Level 3 Wizard geniuses capable of overcoming levels, ultimately missing out on the top thirty-two…”
“Just tell what thod.”
Ronan spoke in a low voice, although he was very restrained, his tone still revealed a bit of urgency.
The days were drawing nearer to the official start of the Battle for the Heramus Genius Seat, Southern talents took turns making appearances while Ronan was still gradually climbing up from Level 2 to Level 3.
Claiming not to be anxious would definitely be false, but so things simply can’t be rushed.
Ronan was very eager to personally participate in this grand event, upon hearing Orian ntion there was a way to enter without truly breaking through to Level 3, naturally, he was pleasantly surprised.
Orian was also aware of Ronan’s current state, he looked at Ronan and said, “It’s actually quite simple… just snatch soone else’s ticket.”
“Snatch soone else’s ticket?!”
Ronan was startled, a trace of unusual light burst from his eyes, then in an instant, all light converged.
“Continue.”
Ronan cald down, his face showing no more fluctuations.
“I’ve said everything I wanted to say.”
Orian stopped, and in front of them, a rather beautiful and upscale Space Tent was set up in the shadow of a hillside.
Orian led Ronan towards the tent. Ronan’s eyes flickered, and he suddenly spoke.
“Almost forgot, what is the na of your alliance group?”
“Blue Mist.”
Orian replied, “Blue Mist Society.”
“The last mist before dawn…”
Ronan murmured, then followed Orian’s steps.
Lifting the tent flap, they walked in.
The space inside was much larger and much more luxurious than the Space Tent Ronan had purchased.
There was even a rather long carpet laid out in front of the door, and directly ahead, bright light fell from above, landing precisely on a small pool.
Next to the pool was a circular long table, with so people either sitting or standing around it, conversing in low voices.
Every one of them appeared very young, emanating spiritual power fluctuations and soul auras that were above Level 3, their deanors distinguished, each with the bearing of a proud young prodigy.
“Orian has arrived.”
The appearance of the two imdiately attracted the attention of everyone inside the space; it was evident that Orian held a not insignificant status among these people.
Upon seeing Orian, everyone’s gaze naturally fell on Ronan, followed by a buzz of whispered discussions.
Soone yelled at Orian loudly, “Orian, what do you an? Why have you brought a Second-level Wizard here?”
The shouting person pushed through the crowd, pointing directly at Ronan as he questioned Orian, “Are you actually expecting us to snag a ticket for him?”
Orian shook his head: “He’ll handle the ticket issue himself.”
“Even if he can secure a ticket on his own, his contribution to the Battle will be limited, but his joining will dilute the benefits for all mbers of our society…”
The speaker did not mince words with Orian; he was a young man with blue hair, dressed in a shiny silver exquisite Magic Robe, embroidered with a peculiar palm-like pattern.
“Perhaps you should try a duel with him.”
Orian looked at the blue-haired young man and said lightly, “I think you might not be as strong as him.”
“Orian, are you indirectly insulting ?”
The blue-haired young man’s face darkened instantly.
“I am rely stating a fact as I see it.”
The confrontation between the two suddenly made the atmosphere in the room tense.
“Enough.”
At this mont, a deep and robust voice sounded.
The owner of the voice was a black-haired young man with a calm deanor, possessing a leader-like aura, his strength also the highest within the room, having reached the Interdiate Level 3 Stage, with as many as seven Spiritual Power Crystals refined!
Like Orian and the blue-haired young man, both were at the Early Level 3 Stage, with five Spiritual Power Crystals, pushing towards the sixth level.
“I trust Orian’s judgnt. Claire, I ask that you trust your comrade the sa.”
The black-haired young man interdiated, apparently holding considerable prestige within this Blue Mist Society; both Orian and the blue-haired young man gave way, with the latter huffing and sitting back at the circular table.
“Welco to the Blue Mist Society, how may I address you, my friend?”
The black-haired young man smiled and extended his hand to Ronan, saying, “You may call Harvey, I belong to ‘Dawn Wind.'”
“Ronan Damien, like Orian, from the Silver Magic Ring.”
Ronan briefly introduced himself, then the black-haired young man nad Harvey introduced Ronan to each mber of the Blue Mist Society present, showing him ample respect, making everything impeccable.
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