Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 457 Lord of the Spirit Lake, Reunion with Serena, and the Unexpected Thomas

The stellar force field emanated from his body, and the woman who was rushing towards him was stopped by the invisible force field three meters away from Ronan, as if she had crashed into a soft and thick glass wall.

The woman slowly squatted down behind the "glass wall," gazing at him with pleading eyes like a puppy, her gaze filled with resentment, pleas, and longing.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he finally dispersed his force field, walked over, and gently placed his palm on the woman's hair.

"call--"

The latter seemed to have gained unprecedented satisfaction, closing his eyes and gently rubbing his head against Ronan's palm with a smile on his lips.

Hathaway

Ronan called her name softly, and Hathaway gave a soft "hmm," still enjoying Ronan's caresses.

Over nine years, Hathaway's feelings for her master did not fade; instead, they deepened to a whole new level, and she began to see herself as Ronan's pet.

Ronan couldn't comment on Hathaway's distorted and pathological mentality, so he shook his head and walked past her.

Hathaway was probably one of the few people who knew he hadn't died during the nine years he "disappeared".

She and Ronan had the most stringent master-servant contract, meaning that if Ronan died, Hathaway would die with him.

After passing through the winding inner passageway of Linghu Lake, you arrive at the outside of Linghu Lake, where the three pagodas are reflected.

The disasters and wars brought by the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society have left the once tranquil and ethereal Spirit Lake in ruins, with traces of residual magic energy and spatial rifts everywhere.

The Spirit Lake Wizards, dressed in the robes of the three sects, wandered through every corner of the vast Spirit Lake, and the soothing songs for the departed souls resounded from time to time.

Every now and then, magical airships would break through the air and depart, while some wizards who had changed into robes would hurry by.

Ronan watched all this in silence as Elsa appeared silently beside him.

"What did the two elders say?"

Ronan asked the question.

Elsa glanced at Hathaway, who was standing on the other side of Ronan, her beautiful eyes flickering slightly, before replying, "They've decided to abolish the three major schools, retaining only the collective name of the Spirit Lake lineage."

"Under these circumstances, it is indeed inappropriate to have factional divisions anymore, and this decision is correct."

Ronan nodded thoughtfully.

Elsa continued, "...They lifted the original restrictions, allowing anyone to break the contract and leave as a free person."

The rest of them headed together to the 'Pure Zone'...

"'Pure Zone'?"

Ronan's eyes flickered; this was the first time he had ever heard of this place.

"It refers to the area that has not yet been occupied by the White Witch King and the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society, specifically a small area in the Life Empire near the center of the Upper Ring."

Elsa explained, "Most of the wizarding forces have gathered there and formed an alliance."

Ronan nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "Then you should send our people directly over to Spirit Lake. You will accompany them there."

"Yes."

Elsa agreed, and then said, "The two elders of the Spirit Lake hope that Your Majesty can grant them a request."

"what?"

Ronan turned his head and heard Elsa say, "They hope that our king can take over the position of Lord of the Spirit Lake."

"The Lord of Spirit Lake?"

Ronan was taken aback, never expecting that the elders of the Black Moon and Deep Sea sects would make such a request.

"Does it make sense?"

Ronan shook his head, amused.

"It means a lot to them."

Elsa, however, had a serious expression. "Since they chose to participate in the war, they must have hoped that if they win in the end, they can gain something beyond victory."

They are different from us. We are our king's most loyal subjects, and it is our honor to fight for our king's will.

Elsa placed her right hand on her chest and said softly, "But they still need interests to drive and spur them on."

Ronan pondered Elsa's words quietly; Elsa's statement made no sense.

Linghu has remained steadfast in keeping with the three revelations of the prophet Eve, and has even stated that it will continue to lead the core in the war in exchange for a promise from him to Linghu. This request is not unreasonable.

Otherwise, given the unstoppable momentum of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society sweeping through Sheung Wan, the best option would be to disband the external members on the spot and then take the core members to a remote and ancient secret realm to avoid disaster, rather than being eroded and assimilated.

The Witchheart Palace, one of the two super-large forces in the Fate Empire, did just that. It is said that the three palace masters of the Witchheart Palace disappeared without a trace nine years ago, when I had just fallen into the Realm of Blazing Fire.

The legacy they represent is the core of the school's heritage. As long as they, as sixth-level wizards, live, the Wizard Heart Palace will not perish.

It must be said that, in the face of such a problem, the black-robed wizard is indeed much more decisive and resolute than the gray-robed or white-robed wizard.

"Then agree to their request."

Ronan thought for a moment and said, "But in the name of Misha Tyrion."

This is probably what they want.

Hearing Ronan's words, Hathaway, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

“I can almost imagine how the Tyrion family will boast a thousand years from now that their great ancestor finally saved the Lake of Spirits, and indeed the entire Upper Ring from fire and water.”

Hathaway said half-jokingly, "My poor master... in the end, he still lived in the shadow of Misha."

Hathaway was eager to tell Ronan about the joke she had made with Misha when he arrived.

Elsa coldly chimed in, "It is that Misha who is extremely honored to be my king's shadow."

Hathaway casually shifted her gaze, but Elsa didn't back down. The two women's eyes met in the air, as if sparks were flying from the friction.

Ronan ignored them. At that moment, he saw the waters of the Spirit Lake part, and an enormous crystal boat slowly emerged from the bottom of the water.

The Crystal Boat emitted extremely strong runic fluctuations, clearly indicating that it was a Dawn-rank flying artifact of considerable quality.

Within the secret realm of Spirit Lake, the wizards who had not yet removed their Spirit Lake robes flew towards the Crystal Boat.

Ronan narrowed his eyes. In the crowd, he saw familiar faces: Quasimodo of the Black Moon School, the tyrant Kanel of the Flame School, and a woman with eight-star soul aptitude and green hair tied in a small braid.
Suddenly, Ronan's gaze fixed on an elderly figure holding a white cat. His eyes flickered, and he felt an urge to materialize and go up to talk to him.

"Even as he was dying, the old beaver kept calling out his master's name. When news of his master's feigned death came, it's said that for a full six years, he didn't leave his laboratory..."

Hathaway pressed her soft body against Ronan's, almost biting his ear as she whispered, "Master, won't you meet him?"

Ronan's eyes flickered, but he didn't utter a single word.

After a moment, he looked away and said calmly, "Never mind, it's not time to reminisce yet."

if"

Ronan paused for a moment, then said, "It would be better to let him think I died nine years ago."

After saying that, Ronan looked at Elsa and said, "Give me the coordinates of the 'Pure Zone,' I'll go there first." Ronan did not intend to travel with Spirit Lake and Elsa and the others.

He just killed Cersei, and if the Ancient Witches seek revenge, being with him would be even more dangerous.

Elsa had no objections. After handing the coordinates to Ronan, she thought for a moment and added, "The alliance within the 'Pure Zone' is now ruled by the remnants of the Alba royal family. If she knew that our king had returned, she would be extremely happy."

Serena

A name popped into Ronan's mind. He blinked, said nothing, and flew away.

Hathaway followed closely behind him, and before leaving, she gave Elsa a smug, grinning look.

It seems that Ronan has already won by bringing her along instead of Elsa.

Ronan didn't notice Hathaway's subtle movements. After leaving the Spirit Lake, Ronan stopped high in the air. Hathaway leaned closer and asked softly, "Master, are we just going like this?"
This place is quite far from the center of Sheung Wan.

"If I can get in touch with an old friend, it shouldn't be long."

As Ronan spoke, he took out a beautiful, azure-blue feather covered in lightning patterns from his personal storage space.

He gently waved the feather in the air, producing a sound like bagpipes.

A moment later, Ronan looked in a certain direction, his gaze relaxed, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"he came."

On the distant horizon, thick cumulus clouds were torn apart by a flash of lightning, and a massive black shadow hurtled toward them.

Accompanied by a wave of consciousness as joyful as a teenager.

"Brother, how long has it been since you last contacted me? I almost thought you'd forgotten about your old friend."

“It has been a long time indeed, Oris.”

Inside the magnificent and solemn council chamber, Serena, clad in emerald armor, had a pale gold cloak draped over the dark brown carpet.

Some mysterious and lively runes danced on her body, making the entire armor look like a dense forest in the wind.

Serena sat at the first seat on the left of an extremely long table. The head seat was empty, while the other two seats were occupied by a few wizards scattered around.

These were all people close to Serena, each possessing at least the strength of the late stage of level five. They wore robes of different styles, exuding powerful auras that were either fiery, majestic, obscure, or icy.

In the vast council chamber, no one spoke; everyone, including Serena, seemed to be waiting for something.

The atmosphere was solemn.

After an unknown amount of time, Serena suddenly stood up, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows of the council chamber. She squinted, as if she could catch a glimpse of the anticipated lightning in the gray sky.

Serena said softly, "They're here."

Everyone in the council chamber looked up.

But before they could turn their gaze to the window...
A figure had already silently appeared in the hall.

A long black robe, as dark as dragon scales, draped over the ground, with dark gold patterns running across it. His white hair was like frost, but on his face was a golden mask that shone as brightly as the morning sun. Behind the mask, a pair of azure eyes calmly surveyed everyone in the hall.

When Serena saw the newcomer, she took a deep breath, her beautiful eyes sparkling with a strange and joyful light.

She spoke softly, "Nine years, Your Majesty, welcome back."

Inside the council hall, all the wizards silently bowed to the newcomers.

The azure eyes behind the mask of dawn flickered slightly before finally settling on Serena, and a calm voice rang out: "You seem not at all surprised to see me again?"

"I was already surprised before Your Majesty arrived."

Serena met those eyes in the eye and said calmly, "We have already received news that Your Majesty saved the Spirit Lake and killed Cersei, the daughter of the White Witch King."

"Your messages travel very quickly."

The person behind the mask gave a soft "oh," and then slowly raised their hand.

"But you'll probably be surprised again soon... Serena."

After speaking, the person removed the mask that he had been wearing on his face.

All eyes instinctively converged on it; the true face of the Golden Dawn, the pendulum of destiny, had always been a secret that intrigued countless people.

Now, the mystery has been solved.

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Behind the mask was a handsome face that was both expected and unexpected.

Before Juventus fell into darkness, he was praised for his godlike appearance.

The face that is presented to everyone today is no less impressive than Juventus was back then, and may even surpass it.

This is a face that cannot be sculpted by any magical transformation or potion modification; it can only be meticulously crafted by the hand of God, endowed with those characteristics that it deems excellent and perfect.

After seeing the face behind the mask, Serena was momentarily stunned before freezing in place.

For several breaths, Serena remained motionless in the same position.

The runes on her armor flashed incessantly, mirroring the turbulent emotions she felt at that moment.

"It was...you?"

Finally, a voice filled with shock and complexity came from Serena's mouth, each word sounding particularly awkward.

Ronan saw the expression he wanted on Serena's face, smiled with satisfaction, and then gestured for her to be quiet.

He was reminding Serena not to reveal his name or the story between them.

Serena had spent over nine years slowly cultivating the aura of a future queen of Alba, thinking she could hold her own against Ronan. But now, her true appearance easily shattered her confidence.

She opened her mouth, unable to describe the emotions she was feeling at that moment.

He could only lower his head, his voice dry, and say, "Thank you for your frankness, Your Majesty the Golden Dawn. Everyone here is worthy of your trust."

Well... of course, only a part of it.

I will convene an alliance meeting in three days, at which time I will introduce all the key figures to Your Majesty.

Ronan glanced at the wizards on either side of the long table behind Serena and nodded slightly to each of them.

Surprisingly, Ronan spotted Thomas, the commander of the First Legion of the Tangista Empire, whom he had fought once before, in the crowd.

The man who once said he would kidnap him and bring him back to the First Legion when they met again is now sitting comfortably in the camp opposing the White Witch King Tangista Empire.

Thomas looked at him with the same surprise on his face, but he didn't seem flustered. Instead, he smiled at him kindly.

"It seems that not everyone is willing to embrace the abyss with the White Witch King."

Ronan's mind raced, and he suddenly realized that the situation might not be as bad as he had imagined.

(End of this chapter)