Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 146: The First Battlefield, "Four Color Metals" Orion
“You should keep the words of thanks to her to yourself.

In fact, I don’t think you need to thank her. This little thing is nothing to her. She is a well-known rich woman in the third-level wizard circle.”

Bobby said to Ronan half-jokingly.

Ronan said nothing.

Since the ring master, Costi, was not there, he took the things and prepared to leave.

But Bobby stood up and shouted at him, “Don’t go Damien, stay and keep me company.

I'm so bored I'm almost getting lice without Kirsty.
Oh, that’s right!

Bolby seemed to suddenly remember something and said quickly: “Kirsty specifically told me before she left that if she didn’t come back in time.

Sometimes, I need to explain things to you on her behalf."

Ronan was slightly startled, then stopped and walked back under Bolby's expectant gaze.

"Hurry up and take a seat. Apart from me and Kirsty, few people come here all year long."

Bobby happily pulled out a chair and invited Ronan to sit down like a host.

Ronan glanced at the long table where Kirsty often worked, and inadvertently saw an exquisitely shaped double-handled teacup on the table in front of him. The cup was half filled with brown-red tea, and there was a beautiful golden spoon for stirring.

Apparently someone had just sat here and chatted with Bobby for a while.

"Didn't they say that almost no one came up?"

Ronan looked at Bolby, who smiled awkwardly and said, "We just happened to meet.

Clemens came before you."

"Clemens..."

When Ronan heard the name, his eyes flickered slightly.

The image of a young man with a pair of lapis lazuli-like sharp eyes quickly emerged in my mind.

In the final battle of the trial selection, although Ronan won, Clemens' strength was unquestionable. In the Seventh Ring, he was the only one Ronan took seriously.

"What's Clemens doing here?"

Ronan stared at the teacup and teaspoon on the table, imagining what Clemens looked like when he sat here not long ago, and asked.

"nothing.."

Bolby shrugged and replied casually, "It's common for him to be nervous before exploring a super-large secret realm. He just wanted to chat with me to relieve his anxiety."

"Does Clemens get nervous sometimes?"

Ronan blinked, feeling a little surprised.

In his impression, Clemens, as the first of the younger generation of wizards of the Seventh Ring before him, always looked calm, confident and unperturbed.

He is good enough to be called a true genius.

It is hard to imagine that he would seek someone to relieve his nervousness and anxiety like a student approaching a major exam.

"You never know what's hidden under the skirt of a dignified lady..."

Ronan glanced at Bolby.

The latter curled his lips, put away his strange metaphor, and said: "Although Clemens is outstanding, he is only in the French Ring. There are many people who are better than him, not to mention the geniuses outside the French Ring.

During the time when you were away from the French Ring, a small internal exchange competition was held within the Seventh Ring.

Clemens attended.

I still remember his sword-like look when he left, but unfortunately when he came back...

Bolby sighed and said, "This poor little guy couldn't even make it into the top ten."

"Clemens' strength is not even ranked in the top ten in the entire French Ring?!"

Ronan was a little shocked.

Damn, how weak is the seventh ring?

Oh no, how strong are the geniuses in the other six magic rings?
Late level 2, and having comprehended a domain resonance, he couldn't even make it into the top ten? !

"Based on his strength, I think he should be between sixth and eighth."

Bolby propped himself up with both hands, stroking his smooth, beardless chin, and said, "But he has really bad luck. First, he was defeated by you once, which dampened his confidence. Then, during the exchange competition, he was unlucky enough to run into the most recognized genius in the French Ring, a genius of the seventh ring level, and was eliminated in the first round of the competition."

"Seventh-ring level genius?"

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?"

Just as Bobby was about to answer, a calm voice came from behind Ronan.

"Orian."

Ronan turned around and saw a young man who was half a head shorter than him, thin, with eyes as sharp as lapis lazuli standing at the entrance of the spiral stone steps of the tower, looking at him calmly.

"Fa Huan is currently under a hundred years old. He is the first and only wizard genius to be promoted to level three."

Ronan listened to the young man's calm narration, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Clemens."

Who else could the young man in front of him be but Clemens, whom he and Bobby were talking about.

Talking about others behind their backs, talking about their failures, and being caught red-handed by the person who was talking about the topic, made Ronan feel more or less embarrassed.

Bolby didn't pay any attention to it. Instead, he greeted Clemens with surprise and joy: "Hey Clemens, long time no see, why are you back again?"

"Bolby, we just met forty-five minutes ago and sat down to drink tea together."

Clemens took the initiative to walk into the semi-open room, his eyes fell on Ronan, and said lightly: "On my way back to the Meditation Tower, a soul trapped in the brass door lock sold me the news of someone's return for the price of twenty high-level magic stones."

A few black lines appeared on Ronan's forehead, and he thought about replacing that big-mouthed "smart door lock" immediately after returning.

“Don’t be angry, even if Seri didn’t tell me, Polbi would have informed me as soon as possible.

I specifically told him this, and I’ve been wanting to find an opportunity to have a good chat with you.”

Clemens spoke to Ronan in a natural manner, without any of the aggressive aura he had when he fought Ronan.

Ronan's attitude towards him was actually not bad. After all, that battle was just a competition between the two of them, without any personal grudges involved, and in the end both of them got what they wanted.

In other words, he and Clemens could be friends.

"You don't look as depressed as Bobby said..."

Ronan moved aside slightly to allow Clemens to walk to the table next to him.

Clemens shook his head helplessly and said, "Orian is the heir appointed by the First Ring Master. He has long mastered the wonderful connection between metals and elements. He is a genius who truly understands the true meaning of the Silver Ring inheritance and has the title of 'Four-Color Metal'.

Even if I stand at the same level as him, I still can't be his opponent. Losing to such a person, I am frustrated, but not as much as you think."

Ronan chewed over Clemens' words carefully, which seemed to involve something he had not had time to touch upon.

Just as he was thinking about it, Clemens said, "Do you know why the French Circle is holding this internal exchange competition?"

Ronan shook his head.

"In order to further select suitable candidates who are qualified to go to the first battlefield."

Clemens looked at Ronan and said, "Lord Kosti sent you somewhere else so that you could miss this competition. It seems that he had no intention of letting you go to the first battlefield.

Too"

Clemens paused, then said with some emotion, "You have a powerful ancient bloodline, and your talent is far superior to mine. Given time, you will probably grow to a level comparable to Orion.

What you lack now is not the opportunity to hone yourself, but time.
There is really no need to participate in the first battle, it will be bad for you."

"What is the First Battlefield? Is it related to the Mirror Court?"

Ronan asked, frowning.

He learned from Clemens that the real purpose of Costi asking him to go to Whitestone Castle was to get him away, seemingly as another layer of protection for him, rather than to seek "talent transplantation".

She clearly emphasized repeatedly that she would not let herself become a "flower in a greenhouse." What a hypocritical woman.

"It's related to the Garden of Mirrors."

Clemens nodded and said, “The First Battlefield is what we privately call the innermost core area of ​​the Mirror Courtyard.

The Thundering Council, the Scarlet Tower, the Black Nightmare Swamp, the Thorn Palace, the Molten Crystal Lake, and our Silver Ring.

The six major wizard forces in the south worked together to open the rune restrictions in the core area of ​​the Ancient Mirror Garden Secret Realm, but after preliminary exploration, this core area was roughly divided into three layers.

In order to allocate manpower reasonably, these three areas will be explored by young wizards of different levels and strengths.
That is the so-called first battlefield, second battlefield and third battlefield.

Among them, the first battlefield is the most dangerous and difficult to explore, so those who are qualified to enter are the strongest, most outstanding and talented elites from the six major wizarding forces.

I originally wanted to strive to enter the first battlefield, but unfortunately I met Orion in the first round of the competition, so I guess I can only go to the second battlefield.

The arrangement that Ring Master Kosti has made for you should be the second battlefield. Although the third battlefield is less dangerous, it is of almost no value to you in terms of training."

As a veteran Circle of Magic genius, Clemens has been in the Silver Circle of Magic for much longer than Ronan, and knows and has been exposed to far more than Ronan.

The two simply sat down at the long table, and Bolby brought tea and snacks with a smile, seeming to be very happy to see the harmonious scene of the two people communicating enthusiastically.

Two days later.

A magnificent and strange energy wave slowly emanated from the metal ring above the silver magic ring and spread to the entire magic ring.

The inspired young wizards walked out from under the seven silver-white towers, like sparks of fire, gathering towards the bottom of the metal ring.

At the same time as the energy fluctuations were emitted, three extremely huge magic airships gradually emerged from the center of the metal ring. They were like three huge metal silver fish, emitting bright blue light all over their bodies, and quietly suspended in the sky.

In the seventh magic ring, at the top of the silver-white tower, two figures rode the breeze and flew out side by side.

One of the figures was probably in his early twenties, with thin cheeks and average looks, but his pair of lapis lazuli eyes were quite bright, adding a lot of charm to him.

The other man was much younger than him, and more handsome, with a slender and well-proportioned figure, white hair and blue eyes, and had the mysterious and elegant temperament of a wizard aristocrat.

It was Clemens and Ronan who walked out together after receiving the signal that the secret realm of the Mirror Garden was about to open.

"..You should have memorized all the information I gave you, right?"

Clemens led Ronan towards the three giant magic airships and told him, "Those are all rare treasures that were previously discovered in the secret space of the Mirror Court. You should know them well enough so that when you explore again, you will know which ones are of high value and worth fighting for."

Ronan nodded.

He and Clemens chatted for two days in Kirsty's study and could be considered friends.

Clemens had a good personality. Not only did he teach him a lot of knowledge, he also specially compiled a "treasure list" of the Mirror Garden for him.

Although it is impossible to fully cover all the information you will encounter in the subsequent exploration, it summarizes a large part of it.

Exploring with a purpose is much more efficient than wandering around aimlessly like a headless fly.

The two gradually approached and stopped under the huge metal ring which was the landmark of the French Ring.

Like them, there were also a large number of fellow wizards from the Seven Rings Tower who were inspired. Almost all of them were at the late stage of level one, and there were also many wizards at level two or above.

Ronan roughly counted and found that there were about three hundred people in total.

"A lot of people"

Ronan spoke in a low voice, and Clemens shook his head when he heard his sigh: "A lot? Wait until you meet the people from the other five major forces, and you will know what is truly a lot.

In this exploration, the number of places we received from the Law Circle was relatively small, especially the qualifications for the first and second battlefields.
Compared to the other wizard forces, the Magic Ring is still a little behind in terms of overall strength and foundation. It is estimated that it can only rank fourth or fifth among the six major forces..."

Ronan didn't say anything, his eyes were drawn to the crowd in one direction.

It was a small group of wizards with a total of about ten people.

Each of them is above the late level two, and each of them has a powerful aura. Both their appearance and temperament are extremely outstanding, and are not inferior to Clemens standing next to him.

When so many young, outstanding and talented wizards gathered together, the aura they naturally carried became more eye-catching, attracting the attention of almost all the wizards who came, and directly becoming the center and focus of this crowd.

And right in front of these ten or so true "chosen ones" stood quietly a tall and extremely dazzling young man.

The light he emitted alone overshadowed all the halos of the dozen or so second-level "prodigies" behind him.

He has a handsome face, and his short golden hair shines in the sun like flowing golden threads. His silver-white eyes are like deep and quiet lakes, emitting a mysterious light all the time.

He exuded an incomparable huge mental power fluctuation that belonged to a third-level formal wizard. It was the power of four dazzling "suns" overlapping each other.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and stared at the figure of the young third-level wizard, feeling his charm.

Then he heard Clemens whisper in his ear: "Did you see that? That's Orion. It is said that his soul age is not more than fifty years old."

(End of this chapter)