Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 49 - Howling of the Dead Soul, The Time of Tranquility

Chapter 49: Chapter 49 “Howling of the Dead Soul”, The Time of Tranquility

Chapter 49 -49 “Howling of the Dead Soul”, The Time of Tranquility

Although the victim was frightened into fleeing.

For safety’s sake, Ronan still left the city.

Outside the city in the wilderness, he found a secluded spot bathed in moonlight and continued to go through the remaining items.

There were four Wizard Books, one full of various Undead Wizard and Monster legends, seemingly a collection of stories for entertainment.

One book about Magic Potion, much more detailed than the one Ronan had left in the tree house.

The other two contained records of three Undead Spells, two low-level Zero Rank [Corrosive Missile] [Skeletal Spike], and one Intermediate Zero Rank – [Howling of the Dead Soul].

Ronan studied the latter for a long time, discovering that it mainly dealt with how to manipulate the Undead to emit sound waves to affect the opponent’s spiritual spellcasting.

No wonder this Black Robe had a ring, a Magic Tool for harboring Ghosts.

He probably didn’t understand it well, which is why he hadn’t worn it for use.

All three spells belonged to the Undead Series, and Ronan was conflicted about whether to learn them.

There was nothing much to say about the first two low-level ones.

The main concern was the last one, the Intermediate [Howling of the Dead Soul] spell.

This spell actually met Ronan’s requirements for control techniques, and with the specific inheritance and casting tools, it seemed like it was prepared especially for Ronan.

However…

“Once I learn an Undead Magic, I’ll inevitably be tainted with traces of negative energy particles.

In the current situation of the Black Witch invasion, could I be mistaken by the Academic Wizards as an undercover from the Silent Forest…”

Ronan hesitated, ultimately deciding to put it aside for now.

Among the remaining Potions, one looked to Ronan exactly like a Potion for rapid recovery of spiritual power, but he was concerned about differences in inheritance between the Black Robe and Grey Robe, and possible discrepancies in using the Potions, so he dared not touch it.

The last pile of gathered miscellaneous items, whose specific values were uncertain, were mostly soaked animal viscera in special Potions, dried animal corpses, unknown powders, strange wood chips, and the like – seemingly materials used for alchemy or Magic Potion experiments.

Ronan wanted to discard them, but having read too many novels in his past life, he worried whether there might still be some incredible treasures hidden among them…

After much deliberation, he took advantage of the night to burn them all clean along with the first pile of trash.

….

As the last leaf of the forest’s plane trees fell, the conflict between Hoddam Wizarding Land and Black Witch Land of the Silent Forest broke out in full.

Nearly every day, squads of well-trained Elite Wizards could be seen departing from the academy.

Magic Airships wobbled off into the distance, accompanied by Official Wizards shining like the sun breaking through the sky…

Once the real war began, it barely affected the bands of Wandering Wizards scattered through the towns.

The war between two Wizard strongholds competed for major strategic resources and points vital to a power’s interests.

The lives and deaths of lower-level Wizard communities had virtually no impact on the overall battle situation.

Temporarily escaping the threat to their lives, the Wandering Wizards spent their leisure time discussing topics about the battle.

Discussions of great battles among Official Wizards, fierce struggles over small Magic Stone Mines, contests between Genius Wizard apprentices from Hoddam Academy and the Silent Forest…

All kinds of news and rumors flew everywhere.

The atmosphere in the towns changed from the original tension, anxiety, and unease to a strangely calm, peaceful, yet also mysteriously fervent and noisy environment.

….

“Creak—”

Ronan stepped onto the thick snow, leaving a shallow footprint.

He casually picked up a few light yellow Matsutake mushrooms that came up with the snow and tossed them into his Waist Storage Bag, then continued forward.

“These are good for pan-frying and making soup; Vinicia learned some decent cooking skills from Mrs.

Jolin.

She can take care of these when I get back.”

A humming sound of the wind came from behind.

Ronan stopped in his tracks and turned his head while standing on a snowy slope.

He saw several magic airships, resembling sailboats, burst out from the center of the foggy whiteness that enveloped the snow-covered town.

The airships were flashing with the light of activated Rune Formations; within the light, one could vaguely see the figures of wizards in long robes.

“It seems that the academy has been dispatching airships more frequently lately.

Has there been any change in the war situation?”

Ronan watched the magic airships disappear into the clear sky, his eyes sparkling as he pondered.

But this was of little concern to him, a mere Wandering Wizard Apprentice, he took another glance and continued on his way.

Towards the forest.

As the war progressed, the crisis of the Black Robes looming over the Wandering Grey Robes seemed to have faded as well.

After a few heavy snowfalls this winter, the forest became even quieter.

These days, more and more people have become restless, quietly coming in and out of the forest; Ronan heard that some even moved back to their old tree houses in the Tree House District.

“They’re all forced into this…

Many people probably can’t stand it anymore after a few months…”

Ronan thought quietly to himself.

Nowadays, the town’s prices have fallen quite substantially, becoming stable, but compared to before the Black Robes’ arrival, the cost of living is still high.

After several months of taking refuge in the town, for many lower-level wizards, the most troubling matter wasn’t avoiding the crisis brought by the Black Robes, but…

how to survive this harsh winter smoothly.

Ronan looked around; on the vast white snowy field, he could see numerous black spots slowly making their way toward the forest, just like him.

Every person carried a heavy burden of life, struggling with every step…

Ronan shook his head and pushed forward with increased strength..

“Boom!”

A large hole burst open in the snowfield, his long robe flapping like a cape; he leaped into the forest with agility.

Rushing through the forest from memory, startling flocks of winter birds.

This time, Ronan’s main purpose in entering the forest was to return to his former treehouse to retrieve the savings he had accumulated a few months ago.

After a light jog, feeling the pent-up frustrations and gloom inside him being swept away, Ronan slowed down his pace.

Brushing away the snow, he found a spring under a tree hole steaming with white vapor, scooping a few sips, Ronan felt he was nearing his destination.

The heavy snow concealed all traces of past calamities; only the lonely and ethereal calls of forest birds seemed to be reminiscing the bustle of bygone days.

“Crack—”

Ronan broke several obstructing branches with his bare hands, and the familiar sight of the tree house came into view.

Covered in thick snow, the hanging vines drooping from the top were full of ice crystals, without a sign of visitors.

Ronan climbed up to the treehouse, opened the door, and surveyed the scene inside where, apart from the snow-dampened bedding and dusty furniture, everything was the same as when he left.

Standing inside the small house and silently paying homage to the past, Ronan quickly gathered some items.

Mainly some Wizard Books from the bookshelf, unused blank rune stones, the Rune Engraving Knife…

and then some miscellaneous items left by his predecessor, useful or not.

Before leaving, Ronan stood by the small wooden bed.

Looking at the inscription on the bed edge—”The soul is the eternal resting place,” Ronan thought for a moment, took out his Small Knife, and followed the edge of the bed, adding some content underneath the bed board.