In the midst of turmoil, powerful wizards rose to fame, earning awe and reputation, while established wizards fell, their souls heading to the Village of Peace...
"Before coming here, I encountered Lufer..."
Orian suddenly spoke out of the blue, looking at Ronan.
Ronan was slightly startled, a horrid figure covered with exposed flesh unconsciously surfacing in his mind.
He also mentioned you..."
Ronan held up his teacup, sipped lightly, and asked calmly.
"He was curious about whether you were dead or alive."
Orian said indifferently.
"How did the battle with him turn out?"
Ronan asked, though he knew such a straightforward inquiry was impolite.
Orian was silent for a moment, then spoke, "Lufer practices the Ancient Blood Secret Technique inherited from the Crimson Tower. He’s very powerful.
This turmoil... it’s a hotbed for his rapid growth in strength...
This battle, neither of us used our full powers.
At this stage, winning or losing is meaningless. The real competition will be seen three years later."
Ronan’s eyes flickered, "The struggle for a Genius position in Heramus?"
"No one would miss that event."
Orian looked into Ronan’s eyes and said lightly, "You too, right?"
Ronan shook his head, remaining silent.
Though he was indeed eager to go, whether he could smoothly advance to Level 3 in three years remained an unknown.
"Interested in a match?"
Orian suddenly spoke, Ronan’s hand holding the teacup froze.
A subtle stirring emerged between the two, the escaped battle intent causing the busy Dust Elves on the long table to scurry in panic.
After a moment, that spark of combat flared, but was extinguished by Ronan.
Ronan shook his head, placing down his teacup, "I have some issues with my body, totally unfit for a casting battle right now."
Ronan knew very well that Orian was interested in his Three Magic Domains Fusion, the spell that instantly defeated Ignatius, and the power of the Frost Multi-headed Snake bloodline.
That was also the reason Orian, including Lufer, considered him an equal opponent.
But with the "Hekarter’s residual will" issue in his Consciousness Space still unresolved, Ronan could no longer use powers related to the Ancient Frost Multi-headed Snake, otherwise, he might suffer from will backlash, so he could only decline Orian’s offer.
Though he himself was also curious about Orian’s combat strength.
Orian showed a faint hint of regret on his face, but said nothing.
Their conversation ended, and both grew silent, quietly enjoying their afternoon tea.
"They actually do quite well, leaving the housekeeping to them saves a lot of trouble.
If we get along well, I suggest you take a few with you..."
After a long while, Orian stood up from his seat, bidding farewell to the playful Dust Elves on the tabletop with his finger, then calmly left the Ascetic Room.
His visit seemed solely to meet Ronan.
"This guy probably doesn’t have many friends.."
Ronan watched Orian leave, then after a thought, he took a book from the fifth-third row of shelves behind him to his left— "Secrets of the House Elf."
Flipping through a few pages casually, Ronan uttered a slightly awkward and bizarre whisper, attracting a few Dust Elves with his call. They cautiously peeked out from the crack of the table, but as soon as they made eye contact with him, immediately vanished like smoke.
Ronan smiled, put down the book, and walked through a gray door.
Orian’s visit was just an insignificant interlude, the tranquil, regular life still continued.
Sometimes he would forget the passage of time.
He himself seemed like someone forgotten in this secluded corner.
After that, Orian never appeared again, the only visitor to the attic being Borbi, who came and went every few days to deliver resources.
Ronan got into the habit of journaling, but unsure of the specific dates, he used another method to mark his entries.
[....Rune Recognition Progress: Two hundred. Spiritual Power Progress: 64%. Preparing to refine the third Spiritual Power Crystal, two days ago Borbi delivered the resources for the impact of advancing to the Late Stage of a Second-level Wizard, I asked him how long till the ’Southern Wizard Genius Gathering,’ he wouldn’t say.]
[...Rune Recognition Progress: Five hundred and twenty. Spiritual Power Progress: Still stuck at 64%, the third Spiritual Power Crystal refuses to refine, unable to continue growing in spiritual power.
The reason I’m writing this diary is because 520 is a number worth commemorating, it’s a pity I’ve no partner to share with, but a wizard doesn’t need a partner, women would only affect the speed of my spells.
Good news, after studying over five hundred First and Second Rank runes, I can finally barely understand the runes inside the Mirror Dagger and Silver Comb, now trying to make the final adjustments to the [Silverization] Seal using these two runes.
I can also understand more runes inside the Wanxiang Treasure Bead, perhaps [Multiple Mirror Light] can also be further optimized.
I’ve named the core rune inside the Dawn Rank Silver Cane [Stasis], currently making preliminary analysis...]
[...Rune Recognition Progress: Seven hundred and three. Spiritual Power Progress: 66%.
Successfully advanced to Late Stage of a Second-level Wizard, the third Spiritual Power Crystal has formed, the upgraded [Silverization] Seal crystallized successfully, the effect is quite acceptable.
Good news, [Detection Skill]’s Proficiency has advanced to Master Level, derived ability—[Eye of Truth], can clearly see the flow and arrangement of Energy Particles during spell casting, more uses require further exploration.]