Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 44 - Harvest

Chapter 44: Chapter 44 Harvest

Chapter 44 -44 Harvest

“Is this the wizard world’s specific description of the Master Level Magic Domain?”

Ronan couldn’t resist speculating, but unfortunately, there was no way to confirm it.

His stockpile of knowledge about the various things in the wizard world was far too scarce.

Many things were unclear, unfamiliar, or even completely unheard of.

And it wasn’t a good idea to ask around; no one nearby probably knew either.

This was where the difference between a wandering wizard and an academic wizard with traditional heritage became apparent.

It was also the main reason why the vast majority of academic wizards felt a natural sense of superiority over wandering wizards, regardless of other factors, the two were simply not on the same level in terms of exposure.

“I must join the academy as soon as possible…

The acquisition of heritage and knowledge is just too important for a wizard.”

Ronan made up his mind in his heart.

In fact, leaving the Tree House District this time, he had planned to join the academy for further study directly.

Hoddam Wizard College had very strict enrollment standards for official students, especially in terms of soul quality.

However, if one only sought the qualification of an audit student, the conditions were much looser; it only required a sufficient quantity of magic stones.

Ronan’s predecessor had entered the academy as an audit student, but having no money, he had no choice but to drop out after receiving the most basic Low-level Wizard Apprentice heritage.

Audit students had almost no rights within the academy, and everything required spending magic stones.

But Ronan didn’t care, because he now had money.

In the skirmishes and escapes, no fewer than three Black Robed Wizards died at his hands, all of whom were Intermediate Apprentice level or above, including one Advanced Apprentice.

Each had a Waist Storage Bag and conditions were simply too good.

Thinking of this, Ronan couldn’t help but look forward to taking out all three Waist Storage Bags and carefully examining them on the table.

Judging by appearance, the Waist Storage Bag from the Advanced Wizard Apprentice, that Black Robed man covered with blood-red tattoos, was the most beautiful.

The pure black leather storage bag felt very textured to touch, and there were many exquisite patterns embroidered on it, looking very high-class.

The remaining two storage bags from Intermediate Apprentices were both drab and unremarkable in appearance.

During his flight, Ronan had never found a chance to open them, and now he couldn’t wait to check each one.

A few minutes later, Ronan’s expression turned ugly.

He couldn’t open any of the three Waist Storage Bags right now!

“These things actually have locks?!”

Ronan was somewhat frustrated.

He was just now learning that Waist Storage Bags could be locked.

Each storage bag’s opening had a special little rune that required the storage bag owner’s spiritual power to open, like a “fingerprint password lock” from his past life’s mobile phones and computers.

If an outsider wanted to open the storage bag, they must first erase the spiritual power imprint left by the original owner in the rune lock.

This process was somewhat troublesome.

To open the storage bag intact without damaging the “lock,” the best method was to take the time to grind it down slowly.

And the stronger the original owner’s spiritual power imprint left on the storage bag, the longer it would take to erode.

Ronan’s expression changed, and he sighed, reluctantly accepting the fact.

“Slower it is then, good things are worth waiting for…

As soon as I’ve grown stronger, sooner or later I’ll open them all at once…”

Ronan could only comfort himself in this way.

He put the three Waist Storage Bags to one side and casually picked up the bag collected from paying protection fees earlier in the day.

Pouring out its contents on the table and counting them.

In total, there were forty-eight Low-level magic stones, which was quite a few more than Ronan had expected, even after he had waived the fees for Barry and his son.

In the battle against the Advanced Apprentice Black Robed Wizard, nearly half of the Grey Robes with him had perished.

By all rights, Ronan’s income should have shrunken by half as well.

But in fact, many of the surviving wizards gave more than the originally agreed four Low-level Magic Stones.

Compared to escaping with their lives from under the hand of an Advanced Apprentice Black Robed Wizard, this extra “protection fee” was truly insignificant.

This was also why, in broad daylight on the town square, a group of Grey Robes sincerely offered Ronan the highest wizarding salute with all their hearts.

“They shouldn’t talk about this, should they?”

Ronan suddenly worried that the news of him killing the Advanced Wizard Apprentice in the Black Robe would spread, attracting unnecessary trouble.

But he soon let go of the worry, “If it gets out, it gets out…

who would believe it?”

Yes, a mere Level 5 Wandering Wizard, single-handedly defeating an Advanced Apprentice in a Black Robe.

Even if such a thing truly took place right in front of someone, whoever saw it would have to vigorously pinch their thigh to make sure they were not dreaming.

Not to mention if it was just hearsay…

who would believe it.

“Forty-eight Low-level Magic Stones, plus what I carry on me, makes a total of fifty-five…”

Ronan looked at the small pile of shiny pigeon eggs in front of him, feeling not much of a stir in his heart.

This money was only equivalent to his past income from more than a month of Rune engraving.

In the past, he might have been a little excited, but in this era of soaring prices…

it really didn’t go far.

The small broken inn where he was staying now, so out of the way it was almost built outside of town, cost one Low-level Magic Stone per night, and that didn’t include breakfast or dinner.

“Wanting to quickly enhance my strength…

to attend the Academy as an observer…

this money is far from enough…”

Ronan stood up from beside the table and walked to the window of the inn room, pushed open the window, and basked in the moonlight.

“I should try to open the Black Robe’s Waist Storage Bag as soon as possible…

if possible, find an opportunity to go to the Tree House District again, and retrieve the valuables I’ve hidden before…

Moreover, I must not lose the craft of Rune engraving…”

Ronan leaned his hands on the windowsill, letting the breeze blow through his half-dry hair, silently planning in his mind.

It was late at night, yet there were still people moving on the street below the inn.

Some were whispering, with what seemed to be the sound of quarreling.

Far away, at the small square near the town gate, lights were ablaze, and from this vantage point, Ronan almost seemed to be able to hear the mournful and soothing melody of a requiem.

All of this was brought about by the Black Robes.

One could foresee that in the days to come, Wizard Land would become even less peaceful.

Ronan listened to all this, thinking of his own Master Level Energy Missile.

In the realm of Wizard Apprentices, he could barely be considered to have a trump card for self-preservation.

Although the cost of activating this trump card was quite high, depleting all his spiritual power in an instant, and might even draw from a portion of his life…

this was Ronan’s conjecture based on the sudden whiteness of his hair.

“Energy Missile advancing to Master Level has evolved out an Extraordinary Magic Realm, can other Low-level Magics do the same?

If every spell can make such a qualitative leap upon reaching Master Proficiency level, then man, I’d be quite something…”

Ronan thought of a possibility, his heartbeat speeding up slightly, but he quickly came back to reality.

Even if it were as he imagined, at the current stage, he could actually only use at most one in each battle.

His spiritual cultivation was too low to support such frequent and enormous consumption.

However, his Charging Weapon was about to reach Expert in Proficiency level, and it seemed quite necessary to grind this spell to a Master level.

Speaking of which, he still needed to find time to buy a handy Longsword; the one from before had shattered in the battle with the Black Robe…

Ronan was pondering when suddenly he heard a sound like whale song.

He hurriedly looked in the direction of the noise.

After a full turn, he saw in the direction of Hoddam Wizard College in the center of the town, a massive object roaring as it ascended into the sky.

Under the bright moonlight, a giant black big ship broke through the mist and sailed into the dense Night.

Ronan stared dazedly, momentarily lost in the sight…