Ronan waited for a long ti, and the wizards from the three major schools gradually led people away. In the end, an indifferent old man with a pointed nose flew out from the Deep Sea Faction, waved at him, and he followed.
The old man led Ronan down to the Spirit Lake, and with an unusually long fingernail, he gently sliced the surface of the lake, causing the water to part and reveal a human-sized elliptical hole.
The old man flashed into it, while Ronan paused at the entrance, looking back behind him.
He saw the light above Spirit Lake dim, and three Grey Robes voluntarily walked towards Juventus...
Following the old man into the Spirit Lake, a segnt of black stairs soon appeared before him, leading upwards.
As he ascended the stairs, surrounded by semi-transparent crystal walls, water outside showed a dreamy glow, with fish-like creatures swimming back and forth.
Ronan felt like he was walking through a mysterious undersea tunnel.
"Is this my entry-level?"
Ronan stared at the old man’s back, noticing his back was hunched, as if carrying sothing under his Magic Robe; a few crystalline tubes at the back of his neck gently rose and fell with his footsteps.
The old man suddenly stopped, slowly turning around on the stairs.
Ronan then noticed he had a fake eye, embedded in the eye socket was a soft bulbous plant stem.
"You’re lucky..."
The old man’s voice sounded like several brass gears colliding and rubbing, "Nobody wanted you, but I happen to need an assistant in Magic Potion."
Ronan’s eyes flickered, the old man turned away, continuing to speak to Ronan as he walked.
"My na is Heliodor, you can call by my na.. don’t expect I will spend resources to enhance your soul quality, the path is walked by each wizard alone, whether you can advance upwards depends on your own capabilities...
Of course, if your performance in work satisfies , I will also provide appropriate rewards or compensation, your mind seems good, use it wisely..."
The old man’s voice echoed in the narrow crystal tunnel, verbose and rambling, paired with his image, truly resembling an old beaver about to lose its teeth.
Ronan said nothing, listening silently all the while.
This Spirit Lake Wizard nad Heliodor must be Level 5; the wizards choosing people from the three major schools were mostly Level 5, totalling over fifty, enough to show Spirit Lake’s strength and foundations as a super large wizard force.
Serve as an assistant to a Level 5 Wizard.
Although this outco differed sowhat from Ronan’s expectations, it was a fairly good result.
Unconsciously, the stairs beneath their feet ca to an end, presenting Ronan with a fairly spacious room.
The room was also made of crystal, with walls and ceiling connected, forming a gigantic inverted bowl shape.
The room was a ss, piled with many things, and a brass-made old-style wall clock ticked away.
Ronan was still scrutinizing the room’s display when suddenly, he felt as though he had fallen into a transparent jar full of glue.
The surrounding air twisted rapidly, so dense he could hardly lift his eyelids, the flow of ti seed to slow infinitely, as though tons of seawater were suddenly crushing him with waves of strong suffocating sensations attacking Ronan’s consciousness.
A hand shaped like an eagle claw rolled, amplifying in Ronan’s pupils, his spiritual field barely extending an inch from his skin before being ruthlessly snuffed out.
Ronan watched helplessly as the hand ca straight towards his face, his mind racing, only managing to shout internally: "Alazan!"
Within the consciousness space, the golden beetle apparently recognized the severity of the mont, quickly flew up, and "bang" exploded into a blur of gold mist, concealing the five crystals within Ronan’s consciousness space.
Then it swiftly descended, "buzz" spreading, wrapping so secrets that mustn’t be known to outsiders.
After Alazan’s actions concluded, a torrent-like spiritual force surged into Ronan’s body, quickly traversing all over him, resting briefly at his heart before retreating...
The unexpected change ca as quickly as it ended.
Ronan took two steps back, gasping while glaring at Heliodor before him.
Heliodor seed intent on avoiding Ronan’s gaze, yet he let out a cold snort.
"You don’t need to look at like that.. many are interested in you, under you suffer less, with one report I can brush them off..."
"But you indeed are a bit strange."
Heliodor examined Ronan with his fake eye, as if to thoroughly see through him.
"Soul quality is so murky, barely enough to be rated three stars, yet spiritual power is shockingly pure...
You’re smart, likely not bad at understanding spells, coupled with extraordinarily pure spiritual power, you might indeed receive a five-star rating on spell level.
However, kid, I must remind you, wizards’ physical body becos unimportant after advancing to Dawn, don’t focus too much energy on it..
Oh, given your quality, chances of advancing to Dawn seem slim..."
Heliodor touched his sparsely bearded chin, staring at Ronan with a peculiar gaze, clicked his tongue: "I’m curious how your brain developed, capable of becoming the second highest achiever in Tower of Knowledge since Spirit Lake’s founding...
Interested in letting dissect and study, I could trade sothing to enhance soul quality."
"No need."
Ronan coldly refused, speaking rigidly: "Second? Then who is first?"
Heliodor might feel guilty about his recent behavior, and paid no mind to Ronan’s rude tone, directly giving a na.
"Heramus?!"
Ronan’s pupils narrowed, "He was once part of Spirit Lake?"
"No."
Heliodor shook his head, "That was just a transaction.
Heramus once wanted to collect all the ancient spirit texts on the Upper Ring Continent, yes, those rune-like things you saw in the tower...
He offered a part of his own inheritance in exchange for the right to stay in the Spiritual Text Hall for a year, and in less than half a year, he had morized all the ancient spirit texts within the hall...."
"Heramus offered his own inheritance as the exchange?"
Ronan’s eyes trembled slightly, and an arm bracelet he kept hidden in the deepest part of his Space Ring seed to vibrate, "Does that an Spirit Lake possesses part of Heramus’s inheritance?"
Heliodor glanced at him, speaking lightly, "Not as you think, this part of the inheritance is not within the core Magic Controller system of Heramus.
Moreover, it was later proven that this deal was absolutely a loss for Spirit Lake..
This part of the non-core spell inheritance cannot be practiced without the core rune drive of the Magic Controller system."
On hearing Heliodor’s words, Ronan’s heart raced suddenly.
"So where is this part of the inheritance now?"
Ronan noticed Heliodor’s eyes turning slightly unusual, calmly adding, "No one wouldn’t be interested in this. Even if it can’t be practiced, I would like to see it... after all, it’s the inheritance of the most legendary wizard in the history of the Upper Ring Continent..."
"It’s in the Deep Sea... there’s a chance.."
Heliodor laughed aningfully a few tis, reached out to pat Ronan’s shoulder, but Ronan warily avoided it.
He didn’t mind, turning and heading toward another exit of the room.
"Wait here for a mont, I’ll go prepare the things you need for entry-level.. if you feel bored, you can count the clocks on the wall.."
Ronan watched Heliodor’s silhouette disappear completely and coldly spat out, "Truly an Old Beaver."
Regardless of the reason, his previous forced probe into Ronan had touched his bottom line, causing his fondness for Heliodor to plumt to freezing point.
Fortunately, with Alazan’s help in covering up, he narrowly avoided becoming a "lab rat".
But to speak of it, the matter of Spirit Lake having a part of Heramus’s spell inheritance, which Heliodor ntioned earlier, indeed piqued his strong interest.
If the other party wasn’t bluffing, his life at Spirit Lake would at least have a new expectation.
"If there’s a chance..."
Ronan took a deep breath, making up his mind, "I must get hold of that part of the inheritance!"
Calming down, Ronan called out to Alazan in his mind, quickly receiving Alazan’s weary response.
The greatest secret within Ronan’s body is probably the spiritual power crystal that exceeds the geniuses entering the "Forbidden Mist Zone" by five stars, a secret also closely related to Alazan, so he had no complaints.
However, after Ronan once again posed a specific request, he finally grit his teeth.
"Do you really think I’m an all-powerful, always granting wishing bottle?"
"I don’t want to fall into the sa trap a second ti..."
Ronan calmly said, "I rember all the help you provide .
This matter is beneficial to you too, if I’m restricted by this, you’ll suffer as well..."
Alazan fell silent.
Monts later, a spell’s information entered Ronan’s mind.
Ronan bowed his head, carefully pondering.
...
After the brass clock on the crystal wall swung for the seven hundred fifty-fourth ti, Heliodor returned.
"The necessary procedure, you should understand."
He walked up to Ronan, casually shaking out two pieces of yellowed parchnt.
The parchnt instantly began burning rapidly upon unfolding, quickly incinerating completely, leaving only lines of fla-scorched text in the air.
"Two contracts, one with Spirit Lake and the other with the Deep Sea..."
Heliodor said lightly, "If there’s no problem, just cut your finger and press a blood seal..."
Ronan earnestly read the contents of the two contracts carefully, then looked up and asked, "Can I sign directly with soul power?"
Heliodor glanced at him, "That would be best."
Ronan nodded, then lifted his hand, letting a bit of soul power seep from his fingertip, rging into the two contracts in front of him.
The contracts were fulfilled, the fla-scorched text in the air gently dispersed, disappearing without a trace.
Heliodor confird it was correct, then took out so items from his Magic Robe sleeve, handing them to Ronan while advising him.
Ronan put on an expression of focused listening, but in his heart, he was communicating with Alazan.
"Are you sure this thod is foolproof?"
"This ’Soul Simulation Technique’ is a secret of the Shadow Leech Faction that isn’t passed on. I rember ntioning it to you earlier, it’s what Nash, the owner of that finger bone you used in the Storm Realm, created..
I rember his favorite hobby when he was alive was to use this spell to disguise himself as various characters, experiencing different lives...
For this reason, we had many common topics....
What else do you have to worry about, don’t forget, the soul power you just used to sign the contract, is mine!"
"Then I am reassured.."
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