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"This is the token of the Wizard Organization Moonlight Forest. If he wishes to walk the path of a wizard in the future, he can join the Moonlight Forest with this," said Herag.

The Wind Elf’s ring was obtained by Herag when he killed another wizard apprentice. The ring itself is also a token of the Moonlight Forest.

Seeing Ed had so wizard aptitude, Herag thought this item wouldn’t be much use to him, so he decided to give it to Ed.

The essence of these demonized items is to help various wizard organizations recruit and absorb fresh blood.

The enchantnts on the demonized items are all Level 0 Spells, which are of little use to an official wizard like Herag.

Many official wizards, when encountering soone with potential, would give away the demonized items they hold, offering a chance.

Many wizards started their path in this way, relying on demonized items as tokens to join wizard organizations.

After joining a wizard organization, one either keeps advancing to beco an official wizard, struggles diligently, or ets death or stagnation at a certain stage, ending life there.

Just like the wizard apprentice whom Herag first encountered, his Small Fireball Technique ring was given by his teacher, most likely an apprentice who lost hope in advancent, passing the demonized item to his student.

He didn’t expect that his student would die before leaving Coleson Continent.

Herag gave away the Wind Elf’s ring not to insist that Davin must walk the path of a wizard when he grows up.

All choices are in his hands; whether to embark on this journey depends on his personal will.

Becoming a wizard may seem transcendent, but more often than not, people beco nothing more than a pile of bones.

Sotis, living a simple life might be a better choice.

Ed was extrely excited, kneeling down and repeatedly kowtowing in gratitude.

He knew very well what this ring ant; it was more precious than thousands of gold coins.

This ring represents an opportunity to completely change one’s fate.

Herag stopped him, "Alright, alright, I’m just giving him this ring because I see that Davin has so potential. Rember, whether he chooses this path in the future is up to him; do not force him to walk this road."

"Understood, sir," Ed kept Herag’s words in mind.

...

The next day, outside Ryan City.

"Sir, let take you to the West Coast," Ed requested.

"By the ti you send , it’ll be two months from now, let’s leave it here."

Herag waved goodbye.

Magic Power surged around his body, transforming into a fiery stream of light that flew away.

Ed watched the stream of light in a daze, and after a while, he kneeled and kowtowed.

Many people inside the city also noticed the stream of light and looked up.

However, the stream of light disappeared in the blink of an eye, vanishing from everyone’s sight.

This brief mont sparked discussion among many people in the city.

Many speculated what it could be, with varied opinions.

So did not witness the scene and had to rely on others’ accounts.

Such a small incident beca a topic of conversation for the residents of this little city during tea and als for a while.

Traveling from Ryan City to the West Coast takes two months by carriage.

With Elental Flight, Herag naturally didn’t need to travel slowly by carriage.

The area between Ryan City and the West Coast consists of human settlents, with no vast uninhabited regions.

Herag did not worry about any hidden dangers in these areas, avoiding any trouble.

In the Barren Land, apart from wandering wizards, there are only wizards from a few organizations.

Wandering wizards are weak and pose no threat to Herag.

And in those wizard organizations, Level 2 Wizards are rare, even if encountered, there is no reason for conflict.

Only so hostile forces in the Land of Dawn might possibly make a move against Herag.

But now Herag was sent here by Toad, far from Black Rock Valley.

Even if soone planned to ambush him, it’s impossible to predict he would arrive here so quickly.

Herag flew swiftly in the sky, avoiding cities to prevent attracting too much attention.

When unable to avoid crowds, he chose to fly over rural areas with fewer people.

Whenever he flew over people’s heads, he saw them kneel down, clasp their hands, and pray.

To them, this was a miracle.

Herag spent three days reaching Margaret Port.

Margaret Port is the largest harbor city on the West Coast, frequently hosting nurous ships.

"This is it, sir!" A skinny little boy led Herag to the entrance of a tavern nad Bird Language Tavern.

Herag nodded and gave the boy two silver coins as a reward.

"Thank you, sir!" The boy’s eyes lit up seeing the silver coins, bowing nearly ninety degrees.

It was his first encounter with such a generous guest, getting two silver coins just for showing the way, a huge reward.

Herag initially considered giving a gold coin but, seeing the boy’s frail figure and patchy clothing, switched to two silver coins.

Giving too much might endanger him instead.

Herag entered Bird Language Tavern, the interior dim but lively.

Many appeared to be sailors, holding large mugs and drinking heartily.

For these sailors who lived long at sea, shore ti was a rare chance for indulgence and rest.

Despite sailing often, few sailors saved money.

Each shore visit resulted in their pockets emptied by won, taverns, and casinos.

After spending everything, they returned to the sea, repeating the cycle.

Herag approached the counter, asking the attendant, "Hello, I’m looking for Mr. Staven."

The attendant paused, looked Herag over, and asked, "Are you Mr. Herag?"

"Yes," Herag nodded.

The attendant then politely said, "The boss is out, he might return tonight. If you don’t mind, you can wait in the backyard."

Apparently, Staven inford beforehand, so the attendant knew soone would co looking for him.

The attendant knew Staven’s publicly known na was not this, few could call him directly by his na.

Herag nodded, signaling the attendant to lead the way.

The attendant led Herag to the tavern backyard, a sizeable courtyard with a five-story building.

This building was unnoticeable from outside the tavern, no one would guess such a large building was inside.

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