Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 289: Dreaming, Addicted to the Church, a World Wrapped in Black Snakes

A black dandelion gently fell.

Ronan wakes up from his dream.

"The rustling—"

A sound similar to the rubbing of satin cloth woke Ronan from his sleep.

He struggled to open his eyes.

The whole room was not very bright, the thick curtains blocked most of the light, some tiny dust particles danced in front of the eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of obscene smell lingering in the air.

Ronan slowly raised half of his body from the bed. The sound of clothes rubbing against each other that he had heard before came from somewhere in front of his left.

There was a woman sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to him, bending over to put on a pair of black high stockings on her legs.

The room was unusually quiet. Ronan didn't say anything. He stared at the woman's smooth, bare back, which was tattooed with a purple snake.

After the woman had put on all her underwear, she stopped.

She sat on the edge of the bed, and seemed to know that Ronan had woken up, and she murmured hoarsely.

"I saw it again. In my dream, it wrapped around the whole world."

"Who is that?"

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked subconsciously.

The woman did not answer, but stood up, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, and put them on one by one.

The woman had a tall and voluptuous figure, and after putting on the specially made purple-black robe, she quickly exuded the majestic aura of someone who had held a high position for a long time.

When she put on a dark golden crown and turned to face Ronan, Ronan naturally lowered his eyes and fixed his gaze on the necklace on her chest which had a black snake engulfing an inverted cross.

"You worked hard last night, so take a good rest."

A rough and cold hand gently stroked Ronan's cheek. The hoarse voice sounded as if the vocal cords were injured, but there was still a hint of tenderness in the coldness.

Ronan nodded "meekly" and withdrew his hand, and then crisp footsteps were heard in the room.

Ronan looked up and watched the woman walk to the end of the room, where a large door opened automatically. Several people in robes quickly came up and escorted the woman away.

Finally, Ronan was the only one left.

"call--"

Ronan let out a breath and felt aches all over his body.

He raised his hands and looked at this young and energetic body.

This time, "entering the dream" feels more real than the last time.

Ronan casually grabbed a robe and put it on, got out of bed, walked barefoot to the window, opened the curtains, and golden sunlight poured in.

What appeared before his eyes was a densely packed group of buildings, each with a certain religious style, streets, and crowds of people. He seemed to be in the very center of a city, at the highest point, where he could overlook the entire city effortlessly.

"The Drowned Church. Pope Sekaterin."

He whispered to himself, silently digesting the existing memories in his mind.

This time in his "life", he became the youngest male priest in the church. Because of his outstanding appearance, which was one in a million, he was noticed by the contemporary female pope, Sekatherine, on the first day he entered the Papal Palace and became her "male favorite" who served her exclusively.

This start is indeed much better than the previous start of "life" sleeping in a pigsty, but the improvement is still limited.

Pope Cecetera was naturally the woman with a hoarse voice who had just left.

Ronan recalled the other person's appearance in his mind and unexpectedly discovered that if he ignored the horrible scar on the other person's face left by the early struggles within the church and the cold and majestic temperament, she was surprisingly similar to Princess Selena of the Court of Life.

The only difference between the two is probably the hair color, one is dark gold with a black tint, and the other is brilliant gold.

"Is it a coincidence?"

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he walked to a mirror beside the bed and looked at himself in the mirror.

He is indeed very young and handsome, with a unique temperament of purity and calmness.

Ronan searched through his memories but still could not find any trace of the existence of wizards. However, Sekaterin, the Pope, the leader of the Church of the Addicted, who was always known for his iron-blooded and ruthless nature, seemed to possess some extraordinary power that was superior to the mundane world.

It is said that it was the divine power bestowed by "Shenniao", who was the god worshipped by the church.

The image was what Ronan had seen before, a black snake devouring an inverted cross.

In church legends, the Deep is the mother of evil and represents "chaos and the end."

"In the dream, it tightly wrapped around the whole world"

Ronan repeated what the Pope, who looked like Selina, had said to him before she left.

She had said similar things more than once. As the person closest to Sekaterin, he could often hear her mumblings about the "divine dream".

Different from the previous life, the world in this dream seemed to have many more mysteries that made Ronan curious.

According to Alazan, each life story included in the "Spiritual Amber" inheritance, although it has been carved and modified to a certain extent, is mostly true. It is unknown which period of history it was taken from, nor which world it came from.

Of course, now is not the time to explore these things. Ronan has not forgotten the real purpose of his "entering the dream" this time.

"Alazan"

He called out Alazan's name in his mind, and soon there was a response.

The sunlight fell on Ronan's slender, white and almost transparent palm. Some light gathered and gradually a golden ladybug crawled out.

If this scene was seen by the people of the "Deeply Addicted Church" in this world, it would probably be immediately regarded as a "miracle". Oh no, the greater probability is that Ronan would be beaten to death as a "heretic".

Ronan's eyes flickered when he saw the golden ladybug incarnated by Alazan appear.

During his first "reincarnation dream", he did it alone without telling Alazan.

In fact, the normal process is that every time a wizard of the "Spirit Heart" school reincarnates into a dream, it is best for him to set an "anchor point" connected to reality, or do it under the supervision of others so that he can wake himself up from the dream when necessary.

Does this also indicate that the practice of "Spiritual Amber" is not as simple as Ronan expected, and that entering a dream also involves risks? This world seems to reveal some clues, but Ronan didn't ask, and Alazan never said it.

Along with the appearance of the golden ladybug, the outline of a gray book gradually emerged in Ronan's mind. He opened it with his consciousness, and a new ancient spiritual text appeared on it.

"It's really possible."

Ronan let out a long breath, with a look of joy and satisfaction on his face.

This is the solution Ronan came up with.

The speed of time flow in dream practice in "Amber of the Soul" is very different from that in the real world. One year in the dream may be less than one day in reality. Ronan asked Alazan to act as his "eyes" in reality. As long as the ancient spiritual text can be transmitted to him in the form of "dreams", he will have absolutely enough time to remember.

"From now on, all research on runes can be conducted in dreams"

Ronan thought.

"Potions, alchemy, blacksmithing, meditation, and spell practice are also possible in theory.

But I need to choose a world where wizards exist, collect the corresponding materials, and cultivate my spiritual power from the beginning.
You can’t enter a dream as many times as you want.”

But no matter what, he still has an advantage over other wizards.

"Now that the ancient spiritual text has been transmitted, the next thing to do is to find a quiet place where no one will disturb you and study and memorize it."

In fact, the center of the Deep Drowned Church where Ronan is now is a good place. While practicing hard, he might be able to explore the secrets of this "Deep Drowned Church" if he had not become the "forbidden love" of the Pope.

"Being favored every day will drain my energy and shorten my life. Once the female pope who looks like Selena steps down, as her 'bed partner', I will most likely be dragged into the battle for the succession of religious power. There will be too many trivial matters and troubles." With this in mind, it is best to stay away from the center of power.

After making the decision, Ronan calmly put on his clothes, packed nothing, and left.

Because of his relationship with Pope Cecetera, Ronan had an extraordinary status in the church. He had a smooth journey from leaving the Papal Palace to leaving the Papal City, and no one dared to stop him.

Until three days later.

A piece of news shook the church. Ronan Damien, the most promising black priest of the Church of the Immortal, suddenly disappeared. Pope Cecetera was furious and ordered a nationwide search.

In a remote and desolate village, two church knights wearing armor with a black snake mark walked into a dilapidated courtyard.

The owner of the courtyard was a farm girl with thick hands and feet and ordinary looks. She had no parents and stood alone in front of two high-ranking church knights. She looked frightened, nervous, and full of fear.

"Have you ever seen this person?"

A Black Snake Knight took out a parchment scroll with a portrait drawn on it and showed it to the girl.

The parchment scroll depicts a young and handsome boy with calm and pious eyes.

“No, I haven’t.”

The girl answered haltingly in her accented dialect, shaking her head.

At this time, a strange noise was heard from behind the house. The two Black Snake Knights' expressions changed slightly, and they were about to walk towards the back of the house.

“There’s nothing… nothing to see in the back.

There is...there is...a pigsty!"

The girl stretched out her hand to block the two knights and explained loudly with a nervous look on her face.

"Go away!"

The two Black Snake Knights roughly pushed the girl to the ground and strode around to the back of the house.

Just as the girl said, it was a dirty pigsty filled with weeds and feces, emitting a strong stench.

A Black Snake Knight covered his nose and slowly pushed open the wooden door of the pigsty. In the dim light, he could barely see a person sitting quietly inside.

He looked injured, with his face and hands covered with blood-oozing bandages.

"He was bitten by a wolf and burned by fire."

The girl caught up and carefully explained to the two knights.

"Unbandage."

The Black Snake Knight said coldly as he looked at the figure in the pigsty.

Anxiety flashed across the girl's face, and she was about to step forward to stop them, but the people in the pigsty had already taken the initiative to slowly untie the bandages on their heads one by one.

What a horrible face it was behind the bandage—

There was no hair at all, and it was covered with densely swollen or ulcerated blisters. There were obvious signs of being bitten and torn by wild beasts on its neck and chin. Half of its ear was missing, and its eyes were covered with dried pus and blood scabs so that it could not be opened.

Seeing this, the two Black Snake Knights frowned and quickly retreated from the pigsty.

"Probably not."

"Even if he is, there is no need to bring him back. He is of no value to the church in this state.
I don’t want to bear the wrath of the Pope if I die on the way with such injuries.”

The two left quickly without even looking back.

After the two Black Snake Knights walked away, the girl outside the pigsty immediately ran into the pigsty and hugged the unrecognizable figure tightly in her arms as if it were a treasure.

She still remembered how the other person looked when he first appeared in front of her. He was so dazzling and as handsome as the legendary moon goddess.

She was a believer who was naturally captured by the other party. She completely ignored the dirt and stench on the ground and devoutly kissed the mud under the man's feet.

Finally, the eyes behind the blood scabs slowly opened, revealing a pair of pupils purer than sapphires.

A hoarse voice, as if cut by a knife or burned by fire, sounded softly in the girl's ears.

"Okay, take me out now, go to the forest and I will tell you what to do next."

The girl nodded heavily, clumsily but carefully carried the injured person on her back, ran out of the yard, and plunged into the vast wilderness.

At night, the moon is as cool as water.

In the cave with a blazing bonfire, Ronan picked up the specially prepared herbs in front of him and applied them to his wounds little by little.

He spent three days completely destroying his appearance and making all the preparations for the rest of his life.

If one wants to completely escape from Sekaterin's search, "destroying" oneself is undoubtedly the best and most direct way.

The injuries seemed extremely serious, but with Ronan's knowledge of alchemy, it was not difficult to prepare some healing potions using local materials.

For Ronan, in this world, apart from life, there is nothing that cannot be given up.

He felt the movement of the two ancient spiritual symbols in his mind, and a thoughtful light flashed in his eyes.

The problem of mutual exclusion of ancient spiritual texts was perfectly solved in a very short time.

He just slightly consolidated the memory of the first ancient spiritual text, and the mark would no longer fade.

"It is estimated that it has been successfully recorded by the panel, so it will not be forgotten."

This is also one of his great advantages.

At this time, the sound of rustling footsteps came from outside the cave, and a figure appeared at the entrance of the cave.

The girl, who was holding a bunch of freshly picked herbs and wild fruits, carefully placed the things in her arms on the ground, then stepped back, away from the campfire, and huddled in a corner, as if she was afraid to disturb Ronan.

There was a gentle light in Ronan's eyes, and he waved gently to the girl.

After hesitating, the latter walked over in fear and trepidation and knelt at Ronan's feet.

"Thanks.."

Ronan said to her softly.

The girl immediately lowered her head even lower.

"What's your name?"

"me.."

The girl raised her head, confusion appeared in her eyes, and she opened her mouth as if she didn't know how to answer.

"How about I call you Molly from now on?"

In a world with Serena, wouldn't it be rather boring without Molly?

Ronan gently placed his hand on the girl's head, then looked beyond the campfire and gazed at the vast and deep starry sky outside the cave. He spoke softly, as if to the girl and to himself, "I will stay here forever, are you willing to accompany me?

Molly.

That will be a long, almost life-long time."

The girl did not answer, but just kept kissing his feet respectfully like a devout believer.

In response.

(End of this chapter)