Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 221 - 121: The Potential to Promote to Seventh Rings, The True Tower_2

Chapter 221: Chapter 121: The Potential to Promote to Seventh Rings, The True Tower_2

Ronan softly murmured.

"Not quite legendary, but this is indeed the Tower of Wisdom.."

Borbi waved at him and smiled as he walked upward.

Ronan stepped on the stairs, beneath his feet pale blue ripples spread out, the books floating in the air around the staircase converged towards him like mischievous birds, dancing gently in the hanging light and fine dust.

Ronan extended his hand, his fingers gently flicking through the pages of each book, looking at the inscriptions on the title pages—"Elemental Power", "Witchcraft in Dreams", "Wubuli Hasmu Alldini’s Guide to Secrets", "The Art of Runes"... a sense of indescribable peace and joy filled his heart.

Suddenly, Ronan saw a pair of curious and exploring green eyes between the gaps of a few books, staring intently at him.

He paused, slightly pushing aside the books obscuring his view, and saw not far from the staircase, a female wizard with flaxen hair quickly running away with a light laugh.

"Was she just watching me?"

Ronan watched the female wizard’s receding figure, silently pondering.

He quickly took two steps upward, only then realizing that behind the densely packed books around the staircase were layer upon layer of circular platforms.

The outermost ring of these platforms was an open corridor, and the inner side was divided into many sections, some wizards were walking on the platform.

More than one wizard wearing a Magic Robe was staring at Ronan, their eyes filled with a strange and delighted color.

"Forgive them... these old folks..."

Borbi quietly said to Ronan: "It’s been a long time since a complete newbie came to the tower.

And you are a newly promoted Sixth Ring...

I remember Clements was also watched like a monkey for a long time when he first came..."

Listening to young Borbi’s narrative, Ronan noticed that the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from these wizards were very strong, at least Level 2, even over Level 2 in strength.

But without exception, each person had traces of having journeyed long in the river of time.

He recalled what Benny had told him about the "soul age of a hundred years" law, it seemed they were once genius wizards of Magic Rings who, after their soul age exceeded a hundred, retired to the tower, delving more into a life of meditation and research.

"If you don’t like it, try this.."

Borbi handed Ronan a ring, carved with the shape of a feather, emanating a faint mysterious rune fluctuation.

"It can temporarily shield the halos you naturally carry, returning you to the state you desire and naturally interact with others...

Did you ever stay alone in an abandoned dusty attic when you were little? Sunlight pouring through the skylight, dust dancing in the beams, the air hot and suffocating, but unusually quiet, no one to disturb you, entirely your own world..."

Ronan gently twirled the feather ring given by Borbi, a strange energy fluctuation emanated from the ring, gently enveloping him.

In an instant, the gazes resting on him receded like a tide, only a few remnants of spiritual power remaining, looking in the direction of the incoming spiritual power, he could see a few old figures half-hidden in the shadows, very powerful, belonging to Level 3.

It seemed the ring’s miraculous effect had its limits, but it indeed made Ronan much more relaxed.

"Thank you."

Ronan handed the ring back to Borbi, but he pushed it back.

"Keep it, you will need it when you go out... It’s just a small prop enchanted with a simple Second-tier Illusion Magic spell, last time Clements came, I also gave him one..."

"Illusion Magic..."

Ronan gently caressed the texture on the feather ring, his eyes flickering slightly.

Borbi’s words revealed that his encounter with Ronan at the entrance of the tower was not purely coincidental, he seemed to serve as a "newbie guide" inside the tower.

Ronan couldn’t sense his specific spiritual cultivation.

"Those Level 3 old guys are the ones most interested in researching your bloodline..."

Borbi leaned close to Ronan and whispered, "Don’t make private deals with them, they will undervalue you.. leave it to me, I’ll help you sell.. uh, make a good trade..."

After speaking, Borbi ran up two steps, facing around, his lips moving quickly, as if speaking to someone.

After a moment, those remnants of Level 3 wizard’s spiritual power on Ronan also receded, Ronan returned to his initial state of being "unasked and free."

Borbi also had a bit of a chatterbox problem like Biondini, he walked in front of Ronan, continuously chattering nonstop while leading the way.

"Seventh Magic Rings has not produced a genius of the Sixth Ring Level for a long time..."

"You are the first one in the recent decades, followed by Clements."

"You and Clements are different in one aspect, everyone believes that you have the potential to advance to the Seventh Rings..."

"Seventh Rings... The Seventh Magic Rings have never witnessed the emergence of a wizard genius at the Seventh Ring Saint level..."

Ronan followed the spiral arrangement of books upwards, and before he knew it, he neared the light at the top.

"Snap—"

He gently stepped onto the last stair and saw a pyramid-like vast space.

Transparent crystal windows were on all sides, some of which were open, letting the wind from the top of the tower whistle in.

"Over here."

Borbi called him softly and quickly headed toward a giant semi-open room.

Ronan followed and saw countless books neatly stacked on three sides of the room while some crystals used for mirrors were scattered on the wooden floor.

A person sat back turned at a long table that was a hybrid of a spell experimentation station and a desk, beside him rested a beautiful teapot with a brass spout, two silver teacups, and a silver magic wand embedded with bright yellow gems, continuously emitting strong rune fluctuations that startled Ronan.

The person’s back, with jet-black shiny hair waving slightly, fell to the floor, a hairband embedded with tiny gems loosely tied around the hair.

She wore a magic robe as smooth as silk, embroidered with intricate golden patterns, adorned with small gems and a circle of beautiful white lace on the dangling sleeve cuffs.

It was a woman.

The Ring Master of the Seventh Magic Rings was a female wizard.

Even with his back to Ronan, he could sense the dignified and regal aura naturally emanating from her.

Ronan’s eyes flickered, stopping a few steps away from entering the room, occasionally wizards’ books flew over the female wizard’s head like birds, falling and rising quickly... She seemed busy with something, and disturbing her at this moment would be impolite.

The young guide, Borbi, winked at Ronan and suddenly moved forward a few steps, then leaped up.

Following that, he transformed into a brilliantly feathered colorful parrot that gently landed on a silver bird stand in the corner of the room, making strange and playful noises, repeatedly saying: "He’s here! He’s here! Ronan Damien, the future hope of the Seventh Magic Rings..."

"..."

The magical maneuvers performed by Borbi left Ronan both shocked and speechless.

He finally understood why he couldn’t detect Borbi’s spiritual cultivation; it turned out Borbi was not human at all, but a parrot.

And he had been able to converse so smoothly with him, was it the effect of Illusion Magic?

Ronan wasn’t sure, but being fooled by Borbi in this way somewhat relaxed his originally slightly tense mood.

"That’s enough, Borbi, I get it."

The female wizard at the long table spoke in a slightly helpless yet pleasing voice, flicking her finger toward the colorful parrot on the silver stand, throwing him a sparkling Magic Stone, which he agilely swallowed.

"Thanks for guiding, Borbi."

The parrot flapped its wings joyfully, "Praise the eternally youthful Kosti!"

The woman shook her head helplessly, then slowly turned her body toward Ronan.

Ronan squinted as though a strong yet incredibly soft light was blossoming in front of him.

He had never felt such a vast and immense spiritual power, like endless starlight gently enveloping him.

He finally saw the woman’s face clearly.

With skin as bright and clear as snow under moonlight, delicately beautiful features, serene and reassuring presence...

This matched what he imagined a respected and powerful female wizard should look like.

Her blue-purple eyes fell on Ronan, seemingly relieved.

Her first words to Ronan were: "I was genuinely worried your situation would end up like Benny’s..."

"Eh?.."