Ronan only stayed in the Uta Clan tribe for a day before bidding farewell to Ewaqu and leaving.
Wrapping Molli’er in his arms, he shuttled through the endless clouds, contemplating his next destination.
For the ti being, he did not wish to return to the Silver Magic Ring; with Molli’er in tow, the entire Southern region didn’t seem safe.
Plus, there were issues regarding his soul that needed to be resolved...
"Why not take this opportunity to leave the Southern region and go ho..."
Ronan quickly made up his mind, opened the map of the Southern region, and flew in a certain direction.
Two days later, in a bustling Wizard town.
In front of a cabin carved with the image of a black swan, a frail girl sat on the brown wooden bench by the door.
She was wrapped in a Wizard Black Robe that was slightly too large, almost entirely concealing her, except for her exposed pale legs extending two sections upward from her brand-new deer leather boots.
The girl sat quietly when suddenly, a young wizard passing by the door was drawn in by her unique aura. He glanced at her exposed fair skin, curiosity and a hint of fervor flashing in his eyes. He paused his steps, unable to resist reaching out towards the girl.
"What do you think you’re doing?"
Just as the young wizard’s hand was about to touch the edge of the hood covering the girl’s head, a voice suddenly rang out cold and icy.
The young wizard was startled, instinctively retracting his hand and turning his head toward the voice. Beneath the black swan-engraved door, a handso young wizard had appeared as if out of nowhere.
The spiritual power emanating from him was like a vast tsunami, instantly overwhelming the young wizard, freezing his soul with the coldness in those deep and profound blue eyes.
"I’m... sorry, my lord...
I didn’t know she was with you... I... I ant no harm..."
The young wizard’s voice trembled, and his face turned deathly pale as he stamred an explanation.
As a Level 1 Official Wizard, he felt his own spiritual power strength wasn’t even one-thousandth of the person in front of him. Had there been a Regret Potion that could take him back one minute in ti, the young wizard swore he would kick his own rear end hard for his action a minute ago, for he had no idea what sort of terrifyingly powerful figure he had provoked!
Luckily, it seed that the other party didn’t want to make too much of a fuss.
"Scram!"
"Yes... yes."
The young wizard, as if pardoned, scrambled away in panic, forgetting his original purpose for coming here.
"Master Linus, do you need us to..."
Behind the handso young wizard, a middle-aged fat man wearing half a pair of crystal glasses looked at the departing young wizard and murmured a few words.
The forr slightly shook his head, prompting the middle-aged fat man to imdiately fall silent and then bow respectfully and politely, "There will be a ship heading to the port in three days, we’ll trouble Master Linus then..."
The handso young wizard said nothing, simply approached the Black Robe girl who had almost been harassed, and called out indifferently, "Let’s go."
She obediently stood up and honestly followed behind the young man, the two leaving together.
Hor Blue, a Wizard town with a population of less than twenty thousand, was even smaller than Hoddam.
It was said that the town was established single-handedly by a Wandering Wizard nad Hor Blue and had gradually developed into its current state.
Ronan strolled along the streets of the town, casually playing with a Rune Stone marked with a special insignia in his hand—a black swan pattern.
Coincidentally, the fleet he had found for his journey ho was the "Black Swan" trading company, which he had traveled with once before from the Silver Magic Ring to White Stone Castle.
The main business of the "Black Swan" trading company was shipping, and its fleets spread throughout the Southern region like flocks of geese.
In truth, Ronan had better options, such as contacting Farlin, the Genius Wizard from the Secret Power Workshop he t during the competition. He definitely could have arranged everything for Ronan. The power of the Secret Power Workshop far exceeded that of the "Black Swan" trading company, but Ronan didn’t want to expose his whereabouts now and used the pseudonym Linus when seeking help from the "Black Swan."
Ronan’s "hotown," as referred to by the Southern Wizard World, was known as the "East Coast Region."
According to the theory of "World Shattering Stratification," it should be a small piece of fragnted land composed of continental scraps, and of course, it was already big enough for the mundane kingdoms. It’s located even further "floating" above the entire Upper Ring Continent.
Locations like the "East Coast" abound and have stable communication channels with the Wizard World, with fixed ships traveling back and forth every year.
The nearest sailing schedule was originally three months away, but Ronan had rely hinted to the "Black Swan" trading company of his status as a Level 3 Wizard. They promptly agreed to imdiately arrange a ship for him to the East Coast, not only waiving his ship ticket but even offering to pay him a portion of the rewards.
In three days, a trading caravan from the "Black Swan" would pass through Hor Blue. Ronan would follow this caravan to the port and then take a ship to his hotown on the East Coast.
If all went well, it would only take about two months for him to return to his "native land."
Recalling the upcoming travel plans in his mind, Ronan slowly put away the token given by the "Black Swan" trading company. Unknowingly, he had arrived at the inn specially arranged for him by the company.
"If you encounter a similar situation again..."
The sun cast a slanted light over the wooden sign, shading a patch on the street at the entrance of the inn where Ronan stopped in the shadow and said to Molli’er behind him, "Rember to inform in ti."
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