Chapter 83: Chapter 67: Family Letter, Reiny’s Legacy_2 Chapter 83: Chapter 67: Family Letter, Reiny’s Legacy_2 Cousin Duoshan, do you still rember?
She is that woman you said might break a toilet every ti she goes to the bathroom.
Three months after you left, she got married.
The groom is a son from Count Bobo’s family, with a na so hard to pronounce I can’t recall it, but he’s even fatter than Duoshan.
It’s unimaginable, living together, how many toilets they will go through each month…
However, the cake at their wedding was really delicious.
I know you like blueberry hazelnut, so I secretly saved a piece for you, but unfortunately, it was crawling with ants the next day….
Every night I can only fall asleep cuddling the little bear you gave , I miss the days of listening to your wizard stories under the starry sky on the rooftop.
You ran into the story, but left poor Li’er behind….
Mother says you might only show up when I’m getting married, which feels like an incredibly distant ti.
Perhaps it could be sooner, because I think the coachman’s youngest son isn’t too bad even though he always slls like horse dung, but to see you sooner, I don’t mind marrying him…..
—Missing you, Li’er
The early winter morning sun, windows covered in ivy, the swaying breeze, Ronan sits quietly at his desk, reading through a few letters that have turned slightly yellow with age.
These letters should have arrived half a year ago, discarded like trash in the academy’s storeroom.
At that ti, Ronan’s predecessor had already dropped out of the academy due to lack of funds.
If Ronan had not traveled to this world, he would probably never have seen them.
Ronan carefully reads a letter from the original body’s younger sister.
The childlike handwriting in the letter conjures mories; it’s a little girl with the sa chestnut curly hair and freckles Ronan has, although her face is now a bit fuzzy in his mind, he only rembers her smiling.
The childlike scrawling of longing is quite touching, even if it has nothing to do with him, waves of emotion can’t help but stir in Ronan’s heart.
Besides letters from his sister Li’er, there are two more, one from Ronan’s father and another from his fiancée back in the Earl’s Domain.
The forr’s letter is mostly nonsense, with the only significant content ntioning the war with a neighboring country.
Apparently, the king of the neighboring country summoned a wizard to create a tsunami, drowning tens of thousands of their troops…
The letter then abruptly shifts tone, subtly hinting to Ronan that now is the best ti to make a na for himself, that if he has achieved sothing, he should rush back to aid in the war.
Ronan chooses to ignore it.
What sort of wizard can create a tsunami?
He doesn’t know, but he estimates that a Level 1 Wizard certainly couldn’t do it.
Would such a character show up in the mundane world to fight a war for the king of a tiny country?
Even if there were such bored and powerful wizards in this world, would he, a re Wizard Apprentice, rush back to a certain death?
Ridiculous.
If Ronan’s father’s letter is all the nonsense, then another letter from his fiancée is not even worth that much.
The letter only has a few lines, briefly greeting him and ntioning the weather on the day the letter was written.
It’s just a formality, a probe.
Ronan guesses that at this point his fiancée has probably already gotten engaged to soone else.
The three family letters did not impact Ronan’s life at all; he skimd through them quickly and moved on.
Ronan casually inserted the letters between the pages of a wizard book on his desk, stood up, and scattered so millet on the windowsill, attracting a few greedy sparrows.
After enjoying a mont of peaceful leisure, Ronan turned and walked to the corner of the room, retrieving his magic wand from the rack ant for long-handle magic tools.
This is his single dormitory assigned after enrolling at Hoddam to beco an Official student.
It is spacious and bright, with a private washroom, and all the conditions are much better than any place he has lived before.
Drawing out the longsword concealed within the magic wand, Ronan caressed down its blade inch by inch, gentle blue flas enwound it, the distinct aura of a [Charging Weapon – Power of Break Magic] dispersing.
Compared to the [Particle Torrent] with a Proficiency level of 32 points, the [Power of Break Magic] with a Proficiency level of only 1 point is undeniably much weaker.
Its effect, however, is quite miraculous; Ronan fully understood it only when he killed Linus.
As the na implies, the effect of the [Power of Break Magic] is—Break Magic!
Any orderly arrangent of Energy Particles will be disturbed, entangled, repelled…
until they completely fall apart.
And the principle of a spell taking shape is the orderly arrangent of Energy Particles…
In simple terms, [Power of Break Magic] possesses the terrifying ability to dissolve spells head-on.
That’s also why Ronan was able to easily shatter Linus’s Energy Shield with a single stroke.
“Simply a perfect ability for close combat!”
Ronan’s eyes shimred, and he opened his character panel.
[Na: Ronan Damien]
[Age: 16]
[Talent: No Attribute Affinity]
[Strength: Level 9 Wizard Apprentice (3%)]
[Skills: Basic ditation Technique (Expert 544/800)
Energy Missile – Particle Torrent (Master 32/1600)
Charging Weapon – Power of Break Magic (Master 1/1600)
…
Ascetic Body Refinent (Expert 123/800)
Basic Swordsmanship (Master 26/1600)
…
His various attributes have actually not changed much, the only thing worth ntioning is that his spiritual power progress has increased by 2%.
It is probably due to several instances of spiritual overexertion, stimulating potential and thus allowing for so growth in spiritual power.
The path now laid before Ronan is already very clear—to push his spiritual power to the peak of Level 9 Apprentice, reach the Qi Transformation Level, then prepare to formally make the leap to Official Wizard.
The Advanced ntal Power Enhancent Potion and God Burning Potion needed for this process are both available to Ronan in ample supply.
It can be said that he doesn’t need to go anywhere next; he just has to stay at ho and steadily practice step by step.
Of course, before formally entering this stage of arduous training, there is still one thing that Ronan needs to do.
…
Drunken Deer Bar.
A wizard girl with a delicate appearance sits in the corner, her expression sad and listless as she stares vacantly at one spot.
A white flower is pinned to the chest of her wizard robe, signifying that soone extrely important to the girl has left her forever.
“Iris, don’t be sad…
If Reiny were alive, he wouldn’t want to see you like this…”
“Nobody expected that he really wouldn’t co back…
But what’s done is done; all we can do is accept our loss and move on…”
A young male wizard held the girl’s hand, comforting her with a tender look in his eyes.
He tried to embrace the girl’s shoulders, but she suddenly broke away, standing up with an agitated expression and loudly accusing the man: “Why?
Why didn’t you stop him with back then?!
You knew that such a mission would definitely be dangerous.
Weren’t you his best partner?
Why didn’t you hold him back!
Tell , WHY?!”
The girl’s voice drew the gaze of many people in the bar, and the man, sowhat embarrassed, stood up to defend himself.
“I did persuade him, I had many private talks with him…
But you know Reiny’s character – once he has decided on sothing, nobody else can stop him…”
The girl wanted to say more, but seeing the face of the man before her, she suddenly realized that nothing she could do now would help.
Struck by an imnse wave of sorrow, she sat down in tears, powerless.
Seeing the girl fall back into grief, the man’s eyes flickered, about to comfort her again.
However, at that mont, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the small table.
“Are you Iris?
Reiny left sothing for to give to you.”
The newcor was a handso chestnut-haired youth with lake-blue eyes and a slightly cold deanor.
His new academy standard magic robe couldn’t hide his slender and perfect figure, and he radiated a powerful aura mixed with the spiritual power fluctuations of an advanced apprentice, drawing the eyes of many.
The crying girl, hearing Reiny’s na, froze, pulled from her grief and nodded.
The youth took out a small waist storage bag from beneath his magic robe and placed it in front of the girl, saying, “Inside are all of Reiny’s belongings, as well as the condolence money from the academy…”
The girl slowly accepted the waist storage bag handed over by the youth, seemingly falling into so mory, quietly weeping without a sound.
At that mont, the youth suddenly turned to look at the man beside him, “Are you Matthew?”
“Yes…
I am.”
“There’s also sothing Reiny left for you.”
“For too?!”
The man was startled, hastily asking, “What is it?”
The youth’s calm, lake-like eyes reflected the man’s face filled with surprised delight, and he said indifferently, “He said…
to make sure to break your hand.”
“Eh??!”
A mont later, a shrill scream echoed throughout the entire bar.
“Ah!————”
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