Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 57 - Northern Highlands
Chapter 57: Chapter 57 Northern Highlands
Chapter 57 -57 Northern Highlands
The God Burning Potion is a key factor in promoting the transformation of spiritual power for Apprentice Level Wizards and it is one of the indispensable conditions for Wizard Apprentices to advance to Official Wizards.
For Wizard Apprentices, especially those who roam in groups, it is extremely precious!
The materials for refining the God Burning Potion are rare and very hard to come by for apprentices.
This very key for opening the door to becoming an Official Wizard is always firmly held by the academies, and even in the Dwarf Market’s Magic Pharmacy, it is rarely for sale.
In Hoddam, the majority of the God Burning Potion produced is first supplied to the wizards in the academies.
One important reason why Ronan had always been eager to join an academy was because of this so-called God Burning Potion.
Unexpectedly, while organizing the Waist Storage Bag of the deceased Black Robed Wizard from Silent Forest, he fortuitously obtained a bottle.
Ronan carefully treasured the God Burning Potion as if it were a priceless jewel and returned it to the Waist Storage Bag, his heart brimming with joy.
It is said that the worse the talent of an apprentice, the more God Burning Potion is needed to promote to an Official Wizard.
For Ronan, a single bottle of God Burning Potion might still be far from enough.
But now he is after all still early from being eligible to challenge the transition to an Official Wizard, so he can continue to plan slowly.
Turning his attention back to the notes, the career paths planned out by the deceased Black Robed Wizard for after becoming an Official Wizard also sparked a lot of interest in Ronan.
One of the keywords repeatedly mentioned – Soul Seal – aroused great curiosity in Ronan.
This thing seems to be extremely important for the cultivation of an Official Wizard, even involving the choice of Magic Schools…
Unfortunately, the notes did not provide a detailed explanation, and Ronan could only keep his doubts to himself.
He flipped through the remaining pages.
The notes ended there.
Ronan scanned the rest of the items on the table, categorizing them into three types based on their usefulness to him, those that were not useful, and those that needed to be dealt with quickly, and packed them into three separate Waist Storage Bags.
After composing his emotions, he pushed the door open and walked out of the cabin.
Today is an overcast day, with thin snow falling from the sky and a bitter wind.
Ronan’s constitution is strong, and wearing a Magic Robe that has a Constant Temperature feature, he doesn’t feel too cold.
Standing at the doorstep, looking in one direction, the window of Vinicia’s cabin can be seen reflecting an orange glow.
“She didn’t go either…”
Ronan’s eyes flickered slightly.
Today is a rather special day – Barry and his son left with the Pharmacist they were talking about, and most of the people who attended the dinner they hosted for them had gone to see them off.
Ronan recalled the sound of the ship’s horn he heard while sorting out the Black Robe’s Waist Storage Bag…
By now, the two had probably already been on their way leaving Hoddam.
Just as he was thinking, a few shadows slowly approached from the other end of Water Drop Street.
It was Old Wells and others returning from seeing off.
As Ronan watched them approach, Jolin couple seemed to be in a bad mood.
Old Wells came to talk to him and after looking around, Jacob was nowhere to be seen.
Ronan did not think much of it, but in the next moment, he received a series of shocking news from Old Wells –
Jacob left with Barry and his son on the ship.
No one knew when he secretly approached Barry, nor how he persuaded him.
Right before leaving, Shaun even tried to jump off the ship to escape, but Barry pulled him back and slapped him hard…
…
“It’s just a simple transport task, what could be dangerous!
I see even Level 1 Apprentices are going!..”
“That’s them, I really don’t want you to get into trouble, Jolin…
you’re my husband.”
“You just think that I’m less than a Level 1 Apprentice without an arm, you think I’m useless!”
“Clang—”
The sound of jars and plates crashing to the floor mixed with the faint sound of a woman’s sobbing, came from the cabin.
Ronan stood on the snowy ground in front of the small house, looking at the man’s shadow reflected by the candlelight in the window, pacing back and forth like an agitated and restless wild dog, frowning.
“What has happened to him now?”
He turned his head to look at Old Wells beside him.
In Ronan’s memory, Wizard Jolin was gentle and submissive, even a bit too agreeable, but now he seemed somber and irritable, incompetent and irascible, rumored to have also taken to drinking.
Old Wells seemed to understand some of the inside story, speaking in a low voice, “Ever since Jacob and his son Barry left…
his mood has been very unstable…”
Ronan turned around and shook his head, commenting, “If things continue this way, he’s bound to run into trouble.”
Old Wells didn’t say anything, just walked back slowly with Ronan along the snow-covered street.
On the way, the two of them occasionally met wizards wrapped in Grey Robes, hurrying on their way.
Compared to before, there were many fewer people on Water Drop Street during the daytime, with most busy with various tasks issued by the academy, leaving early and returning late, sometimes even needing to travel away for several days at a time.
“The tasks posted on the Recruitment Board these days are getting more and more difficult…
Tasks like collecting items have become rare…
I estimate that, in some time, completely risk-free low-level tasks will be completely canceled…
At that time, what’s referred to as the Recruitment Order might completely change into something else…”
Ronan listened to the low murmuring of Old Wells by his ear, a faint complexity gradually appearing on his face.
This was almost inevitable.
The academy issuing Recruitment Orders to the Wandering Grey Robes certainly wasn’t just about finding people to help move things around or gather magic potions, that simple.
First, they issue tasks of not too high difficulty to let the Wandering Grey Robes taste the sweetness, to lower their guard, and what follows is the real time where they’re needed.
Cannon fodder?
Suicide soldiers?…
Several words consecutively jumped out in Ronan’s mind.
Surely, the people who could see this clearly weren’t limited to him and Old Wells alone, but those who could truly be unaffected were few…
Most people had no control in the matter…
including him.
“Oh right, did you find anything about the ship ticket?”
Ronan suddenly remembered, and asked Old Wells.
However, Old Wells’ response caused his heart to sink.
He told Ronan, frowning, that the wizard who put out the word that he could get hold of ship tickets had not been seen for several days, and people who had paid deposits were now everywhere looking for him…
“Forget it, if it’s a scammer, at least we don’t have any losses right now.”
Old Wells ended the topic and stopped walking, pulling out a small oak box from beneath his robe and handing it to Ronan.
“There’s one more thing I have to tell you, Ronan.”
“This morning, the Andre siblings have already left.
They asked me to give this to you, as a token of their gratitude for your help last time.”
Andre…
Ronan was startled, subconsciously accepting the oak box from Old Wells’ hand.
To tell the truth, it had been a very long time since he had last seen the Half-Elf siblings.
Ever since they left the forest, there had been no further contact.
He hadn’t expected that the next time they’d be mentioned, they would have already parted ways…
“Did they leave by ship?”
Ronan opened the oak box and found only a single black seed inside.
“No.
They plan to cross the forest on foot…”
The answer from Old Wells reminded Ronan of the siblings’ reputation as jungle survival experts.
That path through the forest, which was tantamount to certain death for an Ordinary Wizard, might not necessarily apply to them.
“Did they say where they were going?”
Ronan asked, unable to recognize the origin of the seed in the box.
Old Wells thought for a moment and replied, “It seems they’re planning to head to the Northern Highlands…”
“Northern Highlands…”
Ronan muttered these four words, looking up towards the north, but he could only see the gray sky filled with snow clouds.
Ronan couldn’t recall which Wizard Book he had read it in.
Supposedly, the Northern Highlands…
that’s a place inhabited by Elves and Barbarians…
