Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 271 Surveillance and Counter-surveillance, Storm Weaver

"It will take about three months to get back to the Elemental Ring from here."

On the back of the giant bird aircraft, beside the fountain pool of the bonsai garden, the dawn wizard named Cooper paused for a moment, and then spoke meaningfully: "The speed of the 'Silver Falcon' airship is not slow, but the central continent is much larger than you think.
I think you have already experienced this on your way here."

Ronan's eyes flickered, his lips moved slightly, but he said nothing.

Cooper smiled, pointed to the beautiful garden villa in front of him, and said, "I'll have to ask you to live here temporarily for the next three months.

There is a special communication array in the house. If you need anything, feel free to contact us."

Without giving Ronan a chance to refuse, the wizard Cooper lifted his robe and turned to walk out of the garden with the red-haired wizard named Lumian.

The two of them stood at the garden gate, waved goodbye to Ronan with a smile, and then in the blink of an eye, they disappeared like snowflakes melting and evaporating under the scorching sun, and no one knew where they went.

The huge bird-like aircraft flapped its hurricane-like wings, emitting countless streams of light as it flew above the clouds.

The process was unusually smooth and there was no vibration.

Ronan walked through the quaint little garden in front of him and headed towards the house where he lived.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw ten figures kneeling respectfully in front of him. They were all women dressed as maids, ranging in age from twelve to thirty-six years old, with different temperaments and even different races.

When revering Huronan, they all have their own unique accents, which may be soft or cold, enough to satisfy most people's fantasies about the opposite sex.

A blonde girl with plump breasts and an oval face stepped forward and showed Ronan around the house.

When Ronan heard the crisp sound of horse hooves, he noticed that the other party's wide pleated skirt hid a horse-like lower body. She was actually a young Centaur girl.

The room was as spacious as a palace, with a crystal chandelier overhead casting a bright and soft light.

Ronan stood on the soft carpet that covered the entire bedroom, looking calmly around at everything impeccable in front of him.

He slowly walked to the wall, stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the rouge-colored wall. After releasing his hand, he gently rubbed it and saw some fine fluorescent powder scattered from his fingertips.

"Is this the school of wizardry you wish to join?"

Alazan's voice slowly sounded in Ronan's mind. In their era, different wizarding forces were usually distinguished by "schools".

"It seems that they think highly of you."

Ronan did not respond immediately, but just looked at the wall in front of him. After a moment, he said softly: "Don't you think that their attitude towards me is a little too polite?"

“Isn’t this a good thing?”

There was no emotion in Alazan's voice.

Ronan shook his head and said calmly, "As two fourth-level wizards who have already entered the dawn, you were stood up for two whole months by a junior like me, a Misty-level wizard, in a place as bitter and evil as the Blazing Realm. After meeting, the smiles on your faces were brighter than the tulips blooming in the Fairy Plains."

"You underestimate the patience and grace that a fourth-level wizard should have."

“This is not your era anymore.”

Ronan answered calmly, and then a hint of white light flashed in his eyes.

These white lights grew out from his eyes like vines, weaving a lifelike eye pattern on his forehead where his brows met.

Under the [Eye of Truth], Ronan re-examined the entire room.

The rune arrays hidden under the wall and embedded in the wall slowly emerged, densely packed, almost covering every corner of the room.

Ronan slowly released his mental power, and some magic arrays began to glow.

The mental power easily penetrated the wall and extended to the garden outside the house. Then, as it spread, it was firmly blocked by an invisible energy wall.

Ronan stretched out his hand and gently tapped a magic circle somewhere in the room. His lips moved slightly, as if he was talking to someone.

After a moment, the magic eye on Ronan's forehead dissipated. He sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes, and meditated, but in his heart he was having further communication with Alazan.

"This room has more than thirty different surveillance arrays, and the protective array outside the house cannot be opened from the inside out."

"..I have a spell inheritance that is very important to them. I have reached a deal with a big shot above them, using the inheritance in exchange for my promotion to Dawn and the cultivation resources I need afterwards."

"A very reliable friend of mine once told me that the big shot was a person who attached great importance to the principle of 'equal exchange'.

In my expectation, he shouldn’t treat me like this... at least, he shouldn’t treat me like this before he sees me and my heritage..."

After Ronan finished speaking, he quietly "looked" at the golden ladybug lying on one of his spiritual power crystals, representing Alazan's soul.

“You are worried that the reason you are enjoying special preferential treatment now is that you will suffer greater losses in the upcoming formal transaction...what you can get may be far less than you expected.”

"If only it were this."

Ronan said calmly: "Then there is no need for me to worry so much."

Alazan was silent for a while, then said, "Since you have made up your mind, what do you need me to do?"

"It is such a relaxing and pleasant thing to communicate with a wise elder like you."

Ronan thought for a moment and said, "After you took me out of the Spirit Space, you showed me what was happening inside the Spirit Space."

"You want me to help you keep an eye on those two Level 4 wizards?"

Alazan's voice rose slightly, sounding somewhat surprised and displeased.

“You can do that, right?”

Alazan fell silent again.

In the space of consciousness, the light of the crystallization of spiritual power bloomed faintly, and the golden ladybug was motionless, as if it was asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but Alazan's voice sounded.

"Boy, you should know best my current spiritual state. I will help you."

"I know."

Ronan calmly interrupted Alazan and said, "In fact, I have been preparing for you to make some requests to me that are not too excessive when the time is right."

"call--"

Ronan heard Alazan exhale.

He closed his eyes, but he clearly saw a beautiful golden ladybug crawling out from between his eyebrows and then silently merging into the void.

"Actually, I don't want to lay the foundation for our future relationship like this."

The golden ladybug left, and Alazan's voice seemed to be somewhat distant and near, with a slight sigh.

"But like you said, this is no longer the era I was familiar with."

"In fact, you don't need to value the so-called inheritance in your hand so much. You who have obtained the "Spiritual Amber" are already superior to most wizards in the world, and I have many similar inheritances."

Ronan listened to Alazan's mumbling like a lonely old man, and did not make any response.

Finally, at some point, some vague images popped up in his mind. Ronan perked up slightly, and he saw a picture in which an elemental magic circle wizard named Cooper was sitting on a high-backed chair, playing with a blue crystal ball while quietly flipping through a wizard book in his hand.

Ronan's mind moved, and he quickly released his mental power. When his mental power touched the protective rune array outside the garden again, Cooper in the picture immediately seemed to sense something, and his eyes moved from the wizard book in his hand to the crystal ball.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at the suddenly glowing crystal ball for a long time. Only when Ronan withdrew his mental power did he put down the crystal ball in his hand with an expressionless face.

Ronan's eyes flickered and his gaze turned to another scene.

This picture shows Lumian, another fire wizard from the Elemental Circle. He is standing in front of a huge transparent crystal tank, concentrating on watching the mating and reproduction process of several red crystal beetles in the tank.
In just a few breaths, the scene in front of Ronan's eyes disappeared.

Then Alazan's voice rang out.

"I can't help you keep an eye on them for a long time, I can only make sure to alert you when they make any unusual moves."

"That's enough."

Ronan nodded and said softly, "Thank you."

Alazan did not reply, and Ronan realized that a part of his soul power was being slowly sucked away.

Knowing that Alazan's surveillance required energy replenishment, he ignored it.

In the spirit space, Ronan "burned" almost ten years of his soul life for the trial of Evaqui.

But this part of his soul's lifespan was completely completed after he completed practicing "Spiritual Amber" once.

The increase in soul concentration and longevity are just one of the benefits that come with it. If Ronan continues to practice "Spiritual Amber", it can be predicted that his lifespan will far exceed that of an ordinary wizard.

This is also one of the main reasons why Alazan can become the longest-lived wizard in the Hall of Spirits.

Ronan felt much more at ease knowing that Alazan was keeping an eye on him.

The only thing he needed to consider next was what would happen if something bad happened to him.
How could he quickly break free from this seemingly exquisite "cage".

Ronan calmed his mind, and while thinking, he began to practice the [Ancient Star Meditation Method].

Ronan stood on the balcony on the second floor of the garden villa, outside the energy shield dozens of meters away from him. Thunder was like a waterfall, and the strong wind was carrying sand and dust, like an ancient demon that had escaped from the seal, tearing everything between heaven and earth.

Thick black clouds completely covered the sky. Lightning flashed through the clouds like silver snakes. Tornadoes of all sizes ravaged the earth. Ronan saw an extremely huge, deep blue vortex that looked like the eye of the sky. In the vortex, purple lightning took the shape of giant birds and dragons, roaring and howling.
The "Silver Falcon" airship shuttled through this devastating scene, braving countless lightning and storms, and rose and fell forward like a seagull flying through the clouds.

Although protected by the rune array, the maids living in the house were still huddled in corners and shivering.

Fear of thunder and storms is the instinct of most creatures. Even Ronan felt a little frightened when facing all this.

"That is the entrance to Storm Realm"

Cooper, who was elegant and graceful like a noble, walked up from behind Ronan and pointed at the huge dark green vortex in the distance. No matter how long the "Silver Falcon" flew, it seemed that the size did not change at all. He said softly: "Don't think that we are very close to it now. In fact, the distance is much farther than you think.
As long as we don't get close to the eye of the storm, we'll be safe.

After passing through this area, we will be able to reach the 'Elemental Ring' in half a month."

Ronan nodded and suddenly asked, "How long does it take to completely cross this area?"

"It will also take half a month."

Cooper replied. He was extremely friendly to Ronan, always with a smile on his face, and every word he said was warm and welcoming.

"Storm Realm. Is it dangerous?"

Ronan's eyes never left the eye of the storm in the distance, and he showed a strong curiosity about it.

"Don't try to challenge it."

Cooper patted his shoulder and said softly, "Storm Realm is a gathering place for wind and electricity elemental life, and it has existed for a long time.

In the center of the Storm Realm, there is an extremely powerful elemental life form. Some people call it the 'Storm Lord', while others call it the 'Storm Weaver'.
It is said that a sixth-level Dawn Wizard once perished in it."

"Storm Weaver. Level 6"

Ronan's eyes flickered and he hummed softly.

Cooper looked at him and said with a smile, "I know you have always been dissatisfied with the magic circle outside the garden and feel that we are imprisoning you.
But the fact is just the opposite. That is a measure specially set up to protect you. The place where you are now is the safest place in the entire Silver Falcon, no doubt about it.

Some of the dangers in the Central Continent are beyond your imagination. You don't know where they will come from and in what form.
Do you understand me, Damien?

"clear."

Ronan took a deep breath and nodded.

Cooper shook his head and suddenly said, "By the way, Damien, can you show me again the thing you got in the Heramus Wizard Competition?"

Ronan hesitated, then quickly nodded: "Of course."

He took out a glass arm ring that reflected the starry sky from his space ring and handed it to Cooper.

“It’s wonderful.”

Cooper looked at the arm ring that Ronan handed over, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to reach out and touch it, but was holding back.

“No matter how many times I watch it, I can’t help but be deeply attracted by it”

Cooper praised softly, and reluctantly turned his eyes away from the arm ring.

"Keep it Damien, keep it now is not the time to take it out."

Cooper suddenly turned serious, looked at Ronan solemnly, and said word by word: "Remember my words, Damien.

From now on, never show it to anyone, even within the Elemental Circle.
You have no idea how many people in the Central Continent are coveting the inheritance of the Spellbinder of Heramus."

Ronan nodded with a slightly serious expression, quickly put away the armband, and said to Cooper seriously: "Thank you!"

Cooper shook his head and then smiled.

"Okay, I won't disturb your rest.

If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me or Lumian. He is also someone you can trust."

"Yes, Master Cooper."

Cooper waved goodbye to Ronan and walked out of the garden.

Some tiny storms and thunder fell like raindrops on the exposed metal deck of the Silver Falcon. As Cooper walked in it, all the lightning and strong winds disappeared without a trace around him.

The smile on his face faded little by little until he walked to a certain position at the rear of the airship, casually picked up a short object that looked like a horn, and then said to the horn indifferently: "Come to my place.

Almost. It’s time for us to get ready.”

After saying that, he raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked towards the center of the thunderstorm in the distance for a while.

Then he turned and walked in another direction.

"The tea you requested, my Lord."

(End of this chapter)