Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 48 - Silent Forest

Chapter 48: Chapter 48 Silent Forest

Chapter 48 -48 Silent Forest

The Ice Ball, brimming with a chilling frost, smashed onto the ground with a “boom,” a muffled sound.

The already uneven path by the door now had a new shallow pit covered with frost.

“Don’t you know that Forbidden Magic is not allowed in the city?

Have you got no public spirit?!”

A wizard old man who happened to be passing by with a bucket of water was startled by the sudden noise, and he started to scold Ronan with a stern face.

But then, upon feeling the fluctuations of the spiritual power of a Level 5 Apprentice emanating from Ronan, his expression changed immediately and he hurriedly shut his mouth and scurried away.

“Oh…

I forgot I’m not in the forest anymore.”

Ronan also just remembered, slapping his forehead with his hand, then with a face full of annoyance and self-reproach, he stooped over the pit blasted by the Ice Ball Skill to dig out some ice fragments for washing his face.

Mainly because, back when he lived in the Tree House District, he had grown lazy—simply using the Ice Ball Skill whenever he needed water.

There was never any need to carry a bucket to the water point and line up…

Ronan chewed on the ice while brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth, sighing to himself how living in the city was truly troublesome.

Meanwhile, he recalled his last night’s harvest.

Three Waist Storage Bags, one of which he had already cracked open nearly a third of.

At this rate, he should be able to open it successfully by at the latest, the day after tomorrow.

This progress-pleasing Waist Storage Bag was obtained during the first rescue mission of Old Wells and the other two.

The original owner’s strength was the weakest among the three Black Robes that Ronan had taken out, having croaked from just one Energy Missile.

It was also because the original owner’s strength was the weakest that the spiritual power imprint they left on the Waist Storage Bag was the least strong, and hence the easiest to crack…

Ronan was pondering this when he suddenly saw a small figure approaching him.

Cheryl, looking as if she had just been dragged out of bed, with messy hair, yawning and rubbing her eyes while mumbling to Ronan, “Ro…

Ronan, Sir, Sister Vini is calling you for breakfast…”

Upon hearing this, Ronan’s spirit lifted.

Having just moved and without anything stocked up, he had been worried about what to do for breakfast.

“Got it.”

Ronan immediately spat out the ice shards from his mouth and strode towards the residence of Vinicia and the others.

As he passed by Cheryl, who was drowsy and yawning continuously, he stealthily placed his hand, which had just touched the ice, on the back of her neck…

Watching Cheryl, suddenly wide awake and screaming as she ran out, Ronan soaked in the morning sun, his mood refreshing.

“Another new and wonderful day…”

Breakfast was enjoyed together by everyone; Mrs.

Jolin and Vinicia had prepared fragrant egg pancakes and buttery mushroom soup.

After breakfast, Ronan discreetly left some Magic Stones as payment for future meals, and then dived back into his own room.

…

Three days later.

Ronan’s small house.

Accompanied by a sound in his mind like a lock snapping open, the mouth of the black Waist Storage Bag in Ronan’s hand quietly unlatched.

A deep sense of joy appeared on Ronan’s face.

“Finally got it sorted.”

Not rushing to check immediately, Ronan first washed his face with cold water to soothe the exhaustion from nearly three sleepless days.

Then, he carefully drew the curtains and, under the dim light of the oil lamp, picked up the Waist Storage Bag again.

His spiritual power slowly penetrated it, and a curious sensation arose in his heart.

Ronan “saw” a black space about the size of one cubic meter appear before his eyes, messily stuffed with various items.

He began to take out the contents of the Waist Storage Bag, one by one.

A short while later, Ronan had roughly sorted the contents of the Waist Storage Bag into three piles in front of him.

One pile consisted of life’s necessities with little value, such as dirty clothes and stinky socks, half-eaten food, clean water, a nail clipper, a silver ear spoon…

Huh, this Black Robe seems to be quite particular about personal hygiene.

Another pile contained items of value.

This included: three Intermediate Magic Stones, forty-two Low-level Magic Stones, a bone Magic Tool Ring, a black badge, a few Wizard Books, and several bottles of Magic Potions with effects that couldn’t be determined.

As Ronan’s gaze landed on these items, his heart couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

Wealth!

Although he had fantasized countless times about finding a fortune inside the Waist Storage Bag before opening it, the reality, turning out exactly as he had hoped, still made him uncontrollably excited.

It was Ronan’s first time owning Intermediate Magic Stones.

They were slightly larger than the Low-level magic stones and equally black, but more profound, with Energy Particles settled inside that far surpassed those of the Low-level ones, like gems of a better grade.

“Three Intermediate, forty-two Low-level Magic Stones, even if the price for potions that directly enhance spiritual power skyrockets, I can afford them now…”

Ronan examined the three Intermediate Magic Stones closely under the lamplight and then carefully stowed them away.

Of the rest, the Magic Tool Ring was of Intermediate level, enchanted with a rune that Ronan didn’t recognize.

Aside from that, he faintly sensed a cluster of negative energy particles, dense and unyielding, within the ring.

This was somewhat incredible for a Magic Tool that had yet to be stimulated.

Curious and puzzled, Ronan touched the ring, and the next moment…

“Valensuna!

You vile wretch!…”

A pale-faced woman in a long dress, her figure semi-transparent, suddenly screamed and burst out from the Ring, scaring Ronan to the point where he shivered and his body hair stood on end.

A ghostly wind rose from nowhere in the room, snuffing out the lamplight, as the long-dressed woman crashed into the wall and disappeared.

Seconds later, screams from a woman and the sound of objects being smashed came from the neighboring house.

Ronan hastily exerted all his might to trigger the Magic Ring, activating the enchanted rune on it, and a mysterious suction force emanated from it.

Shortly after, that ghost-like woman in the white dress emerged again from the wall, as if being dragged by something, and was sucked back into the ring.

Before vanishing, she continued to curse the name “Valensuna,” seemingly bearing a deep grudge against the owner of the name…

“A Ghost?!”

Ronan relit the lamp, his heart filled with shock and awe.

Ghosts are actually a combination of the soul and energy particles that linger after a person’s death, usually possessing little intelligence and driven only by an obsession.

Who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary Intermediate Magic Tool Ring would harbor a ghost!

Ronan instinctively picked up the black badge next to the ring and examined it closely.

Such badges often represent the identity and origin of their previous owner.

On one side of the badge, a black forest was engraved, where every tree seemed like twisted and entwined limbs and skeletons, countless grown skeletons worshiping the blood moon above.

On the other side, Ronan read the hidden and bizarre small print.

“Silent Forest!”

No wonder…

Ronan suddenly understood.

Thinking about it, the three Black Robes he encountered did indeed all use spells from the Undead Series.

“So the Black Witch Land forces invading Hoddam are known as Silent Forest…”

Ronan didn’t dare to touch the ring again, fearing that the unlucky wizard next door, who had just been frightened, would call the academy’s enforcement team.

He swiftly gathered up the items, ready to leave the city.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a figure from the neighboring house rushing out with big and small packages on his back.

Looking panicked and hurried, he headed out of the city without looking back…

It seemed he was planning to escape on the spot.

“…..”