Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 246 - 131 Grandma_2

Ronan’s eyes flickered as his brain raced with thoughts.

He had to admit, he was somewhat tempted.

Especially since the Holy Blood Tree in his hand just happened to be able to exert its effects.

If he could transplant a bloodline that suited him, and then continuously purify it through the power of the Holy Blood Tree, given time... how powerful would that be?!

Lady Livi read his interest and a smile crept onto her face, as if wanting to give him another push. She suddenly spoke in a rather suggestive tone: "The third option...

If you are willing to cooperate with me and leave a descendant for the Hanshi Family, I can fulfil all the above conditions for you unconditionally.

And I will try my best to provide you with the finest, experiment details and progress completely open to you, until the technology of Bloodline Transplant is perfected to a point that you feel assured and reliable...

Linus.."

Lady Livi’s eyes gradually softened, her gaze upon Ronan was like honey dripping silk.

She reached out to Ronan, seemingly wanting to caress his face, and said softly, "Honestly, you really remind me of my second husband...oh no, you are even more handsome and charming than he was, I swear we can become very good partners...."

"Forget it."

Like a sharp knife, Ronan’s cold two words brutally shattered the one-sided suggestive signal released by Lady Livi.

Her hand, which was about to touch his cheek, stopped rigidly in midair, looking extremely awkward.

"None of these interest me..."

Ronan placed the Rune Stone back in front of Lady Livi on the table, and calmly said: "..I think we should get back to the original transaction.

That would be enough."

Ronan cooled down from his immense ambition.

Putting aside the dubious reliability of the "Bloodline Transplant" technology researched by a declining Wizard Family of a mere Second-level Wizard.

Even if it were true, he did not believe that such pie-in-the-sky good fortune would happen without some massive pitfall awaiting him after acceptance.

Lady Livi slowly withdrew her hand and her expression was quite unpleasant.

As a woman, being rejected was already an embarrassing matter, let alone being rejected in courtship.

Lady Livi took a deep breath, forcibly adjusted her emotions, and after calming down, her attitude towards Ronan underwent a one hundred and eighty degree change, becoming particularly cold.

"The last thing... "

"I really have no interest in these matters that are unrelated to ’Talent Transplant’.."

Ronan also lost his patience, frowning and said: "I just want to fulfill the purpose of my visit to Cold Stone Manor as soon as possible."

Lady Livi looked at Ronan, her cold laugh ceaseless.

After a moment, she leaned forward and spoke softly to Ronan: "Are you also not interested in the matters regarding Soraya?

As far as I know, ever since you entered White Stone Castle... you’ve been searching for this person, haven’t you?"

"Uh..."

Hearing Lady Livi’s words, Ronan was instantly stunned.

His eyes were fixed, at a loss for what to respond.

...

At the entrance of a dimly-lit studio, Lady Livi whispered something to Ronan.

"...My grandmother is waiting for you inside.

Don’t try to deceive her, she is much wiser and stronger than you can imagine..."

Ronan said nothing, reaching out to push open the door of the studio.

The light from the hallway breached past Ronan, casting long shadows on the floor of the room, but these shadows quickly dissipated, merging into the room’s original darkness like ink.

Ronan’s eyes sparkled, he took a deep breath... and stepped inside.

"Crack—"

The door to the studio closed behind him, plunging the room into profound darkness.

Ronan strained to discern the surroundings, but even his superlative vision could not capture any semblance of the room, and the spiritual power he emitted seemed to be completely devoured by the darkness around him, yielding no response whatsoever.

As he pondered what to do next, a faint light suddenly ignited within the room.

The light originated directly in front of him and gradually illuminated everything in the room.

Ronan squinted and saw an old, thin woman standing with her back to him, seated on a tall stool.

Before the woman was a painting, featuring an extremely young and beautiful brown-haired girl with milky-white, delicate skin, and eyes as deep blue as the sky.

Beneath the girl’s feet lay a field of irises, their light blue and light purple petals appearing as if they were being caressed by a breeze, still quivering slightly on the canvas.

Not only the flowers but also the girl within the painting was in motion.

With a pair of pure and clear eyes, she gazed intently at Ronan, filled with curiosity, as if she were scrutinizing him up and down.

Gradually, it seemed the girl was not content with observing Ronan from afar; she lifted the hem of her gown and stepped right out of the oil painting, trotting towards Ronan with a voice clear like the clinking of ice crystals.

"Who are you? What do you want with Soraya? Which Soraya are you looking for?..."

The girl barraged Ronan with rapid-fire questions from her mouth.

Ronan opened his mouth but hadn’t yet decided on a response.

Suddenly, the beautiful girl who was about to reach him came to an abrupt stop, emitting a piercing scream of anger, followed by her being dragged back by some invisible force, her limbs flailing as she swiftly retreated and was ultimately drawn back into the original painting.

The young girl thrashed within the painting, seemingly desperate to break free, and at this moment, the old woman sitting in front of the painting quietly turned around...

In an instant, Ronan felt as if he saw six indescribable wheels of ultimate brilliance, followed by waves of overwhelming spiritual power sweeping over him like a vast ocean.

Level 3 Wizard...

A thought flashed through Ronan’s mind.

Kosti, too, was a Level 3 Wizard but had never revealed the might of Level 3 in his presence.

Only at this moment did he truly comprehend the power and terror of a Level 3 Wizard.

Ronan felt as though he had suddenly been submerged in the deep sea, with his soul and body on the verge of being crushed by the immense pressure around him.

"Wave@#..."

Ronan’s lips moved silently, with one ice magic spell after another taking shape around him and rapidly disintegrating.

In his Consciousness Space, the Seal of Frozen Soil flickered again and again.

At last, with the activation of the "Yarlis Ice Ring Necklace" around his neck, an extremely fragile Ice Cold Domain emanated from him, struggling brutally to maintain a small space against the terrifying pressure surrounding him.

At the appearance of this Domain, Ronan felt a sudden lightness in his body.

The overwhelming pressure around him receded like an outgoing tide, and the brilliant six wheels before him swiftly converged.

Ronan could finally see the true face of the Level 3 Wizard woman.

She was not as old as he had imagined but merely very thin; with her gray-brown hair tied up high and numerous wrinkles on her face, her deep blue eyes held a resemblance to the girl in the painting.

While Ronan assessed the woman before him, he felt a slight tug at his neck where the Ice Ring Necklace he always wore began to free itself from the confines of his Magic Robe, floating upwards.

He did not intervene, allowing the necklace to be drawn away, flying toward the woman, and eventually, she gently caught it in her hand.

"Frozen Soil, Ice Ring, Alrice’s necklace..."

The woman murmured softly as she looked at the necklace in her hand, eventually turning her gaze to Ronan, "Who are you to Carlos? Why did he give everything to you?"

Ronan took a deep breath, calming the turmoil in his heart.

He hadn’t guessed wrong; the woman before him was the Soraya he had been seeking.

During his highly visible search for someone named "Soraya" at White Stone Castle, he had imagined scenarios similar to this might occur, but he hadn’t anticipated it would come so unexpectedly.

"I don’t know Carlos."

Ronan shook his head, a metal box containing a snow-white envelope appeared in his hand, and he took a step forward, calmly stating to the woman: "I am merely a messenger. Forgive me for opening this box without permission."