Chapter 521: Chapter 238 [Spiritual Moya Golden Touch]!
“This will have to be decided by Damien.”
Molli’er skillfully kicked the question to Ronan, and the green-haired girl Beatrix turned her head to Ronan with great anticipation.
Ronan did not answer, but his silent deanor said it all.
“Alright.”
The expression on Beatrix’s face was full of regret, followed by her continually talking to Molli’er.
“Molly, once we arrive, you must rember to contact . If there isn’t a suitable place to stay, I strongly hope you can co and join us…”
Ronan, listening to Beatrix’s sincere words on the side, didn’t know how to evaluate it.
Bearing a family debt of blood and facing threats to her life, she still eagerly invited a travel companion she had known for less than two months; this girl was indeed incredibly naïve.
He glanced unconsciously at the stern man with black patterns next to him, noticing that he too had a look of helplessness, frequently on the verge of speaking out. As soone who looked after Beatrix like a nanny, he probably had headaches awaiting him in the future.
However, all this had nothing to do with Ronan. In a few days, he and Molli’er would part ways with them, probably never to et again.
Ronan gazed at the distant horizon, where several snow-white seagulls were soaring in the sky. Not sure if it was the influence of the “Ronan” soul within him, he suddenly felt a surge of “hosickness,” his thoughts gradually drifting to the now not-so-distant East Coast.
Ronan casually removed the mask from his face, allowing the gentle sea breeze to caress his cheeks.
His injuries had almost healed, and wearing the mask no longer mattered.
“Wow…”
A light exclamation of astonishnt sounded in his ear, and Ronan looked toward the voice, seeing Beatrix staring at him intently.
While looking, she quietly said to Molli’er beside her: “Damien is so handso; no wonder you had the courage to venture with him…
But you are also very beautiful; you two are simply the most well-matched couple I have ever seen…”
Beatrix kept talking, her hands clasped and eyes nearly lting, a look of being completely love-struck.
Molli’er made a “shy” expression, but the emotional fluctuations transmitted back through the soul connection between them expressed how speechless she really felt inside.
Self-inflicted…
Ronan felt amused inside.
Thinking it over, he simply sent a kind smile towards Beatrix, who was crazily shipping the pair, and then looked at Molli’er with an utterly “affectionate and gentle” gaze.
Molli’er, extrely “shy,” lowered her head under his gaze, while Beatrix, observing their deanor, was almost moved to tears.
On Ronan’s end, the “malice” he received from Molli’er instantly intensified more than tenfold.
He could even imagine Molli’er rolling her eyes at him in his mind.
“Ha…”
After teasing Molli’er heavily, Ronan felt completely refreshed and walked away from the group.
Beneath, there ca bursts of noisy sounds, with a group of young wizard apprentices barbecuing on the deck, their laughter loud.
The ship was about to dock, and these youngsters were starting to enjoy themselves.
Ronan suddenly noticed a red-haired young man with several freckles on his face who seed quite out of place; he wasn’t joining the young people’s gathering but was staring directly at himself.
Ronan read the plea and longing in the young man’s eyes, clearly understanding what he was thinking.
This was a group of young people rejected by the Wizard World, so choosing to accept their fate, returning to a noble life, comfortably living out the rest of their days; naturally, there were also those who were discontent and wanted to strive for sothing more.
On this magic spaceship, besides Ronan and Beatrix’s groups, there were only these young wizard apprentices who were clearly not official wizards, and the red-haired freckle-faced young man obviously placed his last hope on them.
However, Ronan did not respond, rely indifferently shifting his gaze away.
He casually took out a pale bone finger, which originally should have had three segnts, but the top segnt seed weathered, appearing sowhat weird.
Ronan held the bone finger in his hand and slowly played with it.
The mysterious bone finger given to him by Ewaqu, belonging to so unknown creature, was quite useful, completely shielding even a Level 4 Dawn Wizard’s detection and having a mysteriously long duration of concealing his soul’s aura.
He had used it once in Hor Blue Town, and until now, so of the bone finger’s power still lingered on him—ordinary people could not clearly discern his actual level of strength.
“It could be used two more tis…”
He stroked the bone finger in his hand, subconsciously glancing in the direction of Molli’er.
Although his relationship with Molli’er had sowhat eased, no one knew once their “symbiosis” state was removed, whether the latter would retaliate against him.
Having Ewaqu’s mysterious bone finger, he felt a bit more confident about the days to co.
While he was pondering, a sudden short whistle sounded in his ear.
Ronan looked up, seeing a sailor in the ship’s lookout tower frowning, putting down the whistle in his hand.
Following the sailor’s gaze, he saw several seabirds scattering away, a glowing little black dot rapidly approaching their direction.
As the black dot neared, it revealed a delicate small magic airship.
Ronan watched from a distance as a figure in a long robe erged from the airship, walking directly towards them.
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