"This is an open trial mission of the Seventh Rings."
Benny said, "At that time, there should be quite a few Level 1 Wizards from other Magic Rings heading there..."
Ronan blinked, "Are brain-eating flowers not attractive to Second-level Wizards?"
Ronan originally thought that this task, capable of significantly enhancing spiritual power and increasing the chances of Level 1 Law Domain Resonance, would be swarming with Second-level Wizards.
Benny seemed to see his thoughts and shook his head: "Don’t forget, I said that the effect of the brain-eating flower in significantly boosting spiritual power is aimed at you, based on a Level 1 Wizard standard.
The spiritual power of a Level 2 Wizard is dozens of times stronger than that of a Level 1, which to you is a precious magic potion, but for a Level 2 Wizard it might just be a commonplace item.
Moreover, that ancient magic potion formula I control is not something everyone can easily obtain...
Even if they have the formula, the magic potion’s effect of increasing the chances of Level 1 Law Domain Resonance is also only applicable to Level 1 Wizards."
"Due to the special medicinal properties of the brain-eating flower, as well as the difference in spiritual power forms between Level 2 and Level 1 Wizards."
Benny tapped his temple with a finger, simply explaining: "When the medicinal properties of the brain-eating flower act, there’s a process that completely smashes your spiritual power.
The spiritual power of a Level 2 Wizard is crystallized, and it can’t withstand such torment..."
Ronan’s face showed understanding. If what Benny said was true, he would only need to be cautious of the powerful Level 1 Wizards from the other six Magic Rings if he undertook this task.
This undoubtedly reduced the difficulty a lot.
But the next sentence from Benny completely extinguished the slight relaxation that had just arisen in Ronan’s heart.
"What I just said applies only in normal circumstances. Even though brain-eating flowers aren’t of great value to Level 2 Wizards, we cannot rule out that Level 2 Wizards might go to compete for them.
Benny looked him in the eyes, his tone flat yet firm: "If I were Travis, this mission would be the best opportunity to get the Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel on you."
"Are you saying Travis would send someone after me during this mission?"
A spark flashed in Ronan’s eyes.
"If he knows you’ve taken it."
Benny lightly said, "It’s almost certain.
Unless he suddenly loses interest in Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel and no longer holds a grudge against you for beating his wizards..."
Ronan’s face was expressionless, slowly nodding: "Alright, I got it."
He looked down at the Holy Blood Tree Seed sprouting on the experimental table, asking: "How often does this seed need to be watered with my blood?"
"For now, once a week will suffice, I will notify you in advance."
Ronan nodded, then suddenly remembered something and said to Benny: "Oh right, if you have time recently, help me prepare a batch of Healing Potions... Other potions, Rune Stones, and Magic Tools are all fine... I’m running out of Magic Stones."
Benny frowned, "I remember just giving you a batch."
"Please, that was two months ago, and I can’t take missions in the Magic Rings to earn resources. Besides..."
Ronan glanced at his right index finger which he had just bled from and was now almost completely healed, whispering: "My recent cultivation has indeed required quite a lot of Magic Stones and resources."
Outside the city of Seventh Ring City.
Having just returned from Benny’s, Ronan, dressed in the silver-gray Magic Robe he bought when he first arrived at the Magic Rings, walked down the long street.
From afar, he could see two figures close together basking in the sun at the entrance of the Blueberry Inn.
Alida, petite with her blue Curly hair, stood next to Jacob like a docile little lamb.
Probably Jacob had cracked a joke, making her laugh ’hehehe’ non-stop.
"Good afternoon, Lord Ronan!"
Sharp-eyed Jacob spotted Ronan from a distance and quickly straightened up to greet him.
Alida was much more casual, not as formal as Jacob, cheerfully calling out "Hello, Lord Ronan."
Ronan smiled and nodded to both.
Perhaps it was because Jacob had advanced to Apprentice Level 8 last month, a step closer to becoming an Official Wizard, Alida’s father had relaxed his attitude, recently allowing the two to go out on a date once a week.
All the way until he entered the Blueberry Inn and approached the stairway, Ronan could still hear Alida and Jacob chatting quietly.
"Lord Ronan has become even more handsome after cutting his hair short, and recently several Female wizards have come to ask me if Lord Ronan needs a concubine..."
"I feel Lord Ronan’s presence has grown stronger; in front of him, I can hardly breathe..."
"Idiot, that’s because your health is getting worse! Don’t meditate too earnestly, I don’t want to be widowed after I marry you..."
"Alida, what are you talking about!"
Upon entering his room, Ronan sat down on the sofa in the living room.
There was just-brewed chamomile tea in the teapot on the table.
Ronan poured himself a cup, then took out a silver disk bearing the symbol of the Magic Rings from his Waist Storage Bag to check.
This item was his Identity Token as an Official member of the Magic Rings, and also a daily communication tool with the Magic Rings, something akin to a Communication Stone.
When spiritual power seeped into the disk, the first message he received from the Magic Rings was a notification—due to failing to complete the required tasks for four consecutive months, his membership as a First Ring core member had been cancelled, officially demoted to an ordinary member.