Capítulo 973: Chapter 479: Sustenance, Tools, Blessings, and Curse
Those things unfortunate enough to be touched by the black mist decayed rapidly—vegetation withered and rotted, fertile soil turned into muddy swamps, clear lake water beca murky, emitting a foul stench, and fish and shrimp in the water all floated up, looking as if they had been dead for many days….
Even the air carried a sickening, salty, nauseating sll.
“You should not use it this way.”
Favara raised a hand to summon a breeze, dispersing the filth before him, his face showing a helpless and sighing expression.
“Every ti you use it, you quicken its awakening, and it makes them find you easier…”
“I saved you, Favara!
If I hadn’t acted, you would have died!”
The young boy argued loudly, sitting slumped on the rotten grass, panting heavily, appearing extrely exhausted.
Favara said nothing, rely letting out a heavy sigh.
Just then, a voice drifted over from afar.
“What kind of power is that?”
“Who is it?!”
Favara instantly got up, his aged face filled with authority, standing protectively in front of the young boy, coldly staring in the direction from which the voice ca, with three Elental Magic Balls manifesting around him, ready to strike at any mont.
Soon, the owner of the voice revealed themselves.
The void on the opposite side of the small lake shattered like a mirror, and a handso young man, draped in a dark robe, walked slowly toward them, stepping over the foul pool.
“It’s you!”
Favara instantly recognized the identity of the other, his brows furrowing tightly.
With hair white as frost and eyes clear and deep as the starry sky, the young man seed to have no intention of fighting with Favara. He stopped near the lakeside, glanced at the young boy curiously peeking from behind Favara, and spoke blandly, “Perhaps we can sit down and have a proper talk. After all….”
Ronan pulled open the neckline of his Magic Robe, revealing a conspicuous green mark on his chest, and said, “I too have been cursed by Fenrir.”
Favara saw the green mark clearly, his pupils dilating slightly, “That’s not a curse.”
“To , it is.”
Ronan answered calmly.
Favara’s gaze flickered rapidly for a mont, and then the glow of the three-colored Elental Magic Balls around him dimd, his Spiritual Field retracted, and he stepped back, saying, “Please have a seat.”
Ronan adjusted his robe and walked slowly across the lake to stand before Favara and the boy.
Favara raised his hand and lightly waved; with a slight expenditure of spiritual power, the energy swirled, and under the feet of the three, the decayed mud flowed like water, quickly rising to form an elegantly crafted table and chairs made of water and stone.
Favara sat down at the table first and then spoke, “I forgot to introduce myself. Favara, Favara Enric.”
“Ronan Damien.”
Ronan stated his na.
“You are not a wizard from the Fenrir Realm.”
Favara spoke bluntly, pointing out Ronan’s background.
“Correct.”
Ronan nodded.
“I can sense the aura of multiple powerful bloodlines within you; you must be… of noble lineage.
This is probably one of the reasons you wish to rid yourself of Fenrir’s blessing?”
Favara looked Ronan in the eyes as he spoke.
Not only was it Ronan unconsciously giving off traces of bloodline aura, but also his strength.
Favara sensed Ronan’s spiritual power and soul aura seed only at Level 5, but the occasional spiritual power fluctuations he emitted were so massive and substantial that they were almost comparable to him, a Level 6 Wizard near the brink of Twilight.
Moreover, he constantly felt a vague danger from Ronan — these characteristics made it clear that the young wizard seated before him had an extraordinary background.
Faced with Favara’s questioning, Ronan rely smiled without giving an answer.
This only made Favara more confident in his hypothesis, though he could never have imagined that Ronan actually ca from the Upper Ring Continent.
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