Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 132 - 85: Holy Blood Tree, Eternal Life Coffin_2

Chapter 132: Chapter 85: Holy Blood Tree, Eternal Life Coffin_2

"You!..."

Benny’s hands braced against the sides of the high stool, as if he was so anxious that he might stand up at any moment.

"It’s absolutely impossible for me to give it to you..."

"Keeping it in your hands is also a waste; you simply don’t know the right way to water it, to make it germinate, to grow..."

Benny took a breath, his tone urgent as he tried to convince Ronan.

"Let me finish speaking."

Ronan said: "I cannot give it to you permanently, but I can lend it to you temporarily.

You’ll be responsible for making it thrive, and also guarantee my entry into the Silver Magic Ring.

I will keep my promise to assist you with powering the Rune Formation with energy every month.

If you agree to this deal, then it’s settled; if not, then let it be."

Ronan looked calmly at Benny. At this point in the conversation, he had entirely lost any inclination to bargain.

What he stated was the minimum condition he could accept.

"Do you know how many resources are needed to nurture a Holy Blood Tree Seed...?"

After Ronan finished speaking, Benny slowly began.

Ronan shook his head, "I don’t know, and I don’t want to know... You’re paying so much for a nebulous hope, now that you’ve seen the light, do you still care about this resource investment?

Besides, I’m also taking a risk.

What if you end up killing my seed?"

Benny’s face lowered slightly as if he was thinking, weighing, and deciding...

After a few breaths, Ronan felt an invisible force steadily pushing him to leave the basement.

Benny’s hoarse, indifferent voice came along with the cold wind inside the basement.

"Come here in three days.

There will be a small strength test for joining the Magic Ring, prepare yourself well..."

Ronan retreated all the way to the entrance of the decrepit mansion, watching the rusted iron gate slowly close in front of him.

His eyes revealed a hint of relaxation and fulfillment of his desires; quickly, his gaze fell on the small wooden box in his hand, his expression becoming somewhat strange.

"Holy Blood Tree!

I never expected that the seed given to me by the Andre siblings would be from this legendary tree...

I must check what exactly is this Holy Blood Tree, and what uses its seeds have?

I hope this old guy hasn’t deceived me..."

He hurriedly moved, his figure quickly disappearing down Tongding Street.

Meanwhile, in the barren mansion’s basement.

Under the dim glow of the rune formation, Benny was kneeling on the ground, his arms wrapped around the ice coffin, his half-face tightly pressed against the frosty surface of the coffin, his expression gentle and serene.

"...Although it’s quite different from what I envisioned as the Tree of Life, the Holy Blood Tree should also suffice..."

"The core material for the Eternal Life Coffin is finally in my hands; soon I can begin its creation..."

"Fiona, trust me... I will awaken you..."

"I swear..."

...

Three days later.

Ronan stood on the side of the ruined street, quiet like an exquisite statue.

By his side was a copper lamp post covered in rust patches, its top used for nighttime illumination with a Crystal Stone that was dim and cracked, and a thick layer of dust accumulated on the lampshade, with a round-bellied spider hanging by a silver thread gently drifting in the wind.

Ronan took out a pocket watch from his bosom, opened it, then closed it again.

His gaze once more directed at the firmly closed gates of the mansion across the street.

It had been an hour and twenty-three minutes since he had signaled his arrival to the people inside the mansion, yet the person he was waiting for had not appeared.

Ronan was not losing patience; for this opportunity to join the Magic Ring, he had waited several months, naturally, he wouldn’t mind this mere hour and twenty-three minutes.

He just simply felt annoyed.

In his last life, he had never waited this long even for a girlfriend.

But now, he had to wait this long for a middle-aged man with a "corpse fetish."

Ronan waited another fifteen minutes before finally hearing someone coming out from the dilapidated manor.

"Creak—"

The rusted iron gate made a harsh and unpleasant sound as a figure walked out from inside.

It was Benny, but today he seemed a bit different from usual.

His normally messy brown hair was obviously groomed, meticulously combed back behind his head.

He wore a finely crafted silver-white long robe, adorned with rune patterns that emitted a faint glow in the sunlight.

If one could ignore the half of Benny’s cheek that seemed heavily corroded and festering like metal, he looked every bit the powerful Late Level 1 Stage Wizard.

Noble, dignified.

Ronan’s gaze paused briefly as it moved to the left chest of Benny’s robe.

There, a symbol marked with the Magic Ring’s iconic circle and the image of seven silver towers was imprinted.

But beneath the pattern, there were three small silver rings intertwined.

"Three rings..."

Ronan nearly thought he was mistaken and counted several times.

By now, he was no longer the beginner completely ignorant about the Silver Magic Ring, although he hadn’t joined the Magic Ring, he had some understanding of its system and hierarchy.

Generally, for official members of the Magic Ring, the left chest of the official silver robe would only bear the ring’s symbol.

For core members, additional silver rings would appear under the symbol.

The more rings, the more prestigious the core status.

So far, the highest rank Ronan had seen within the Magic Ring was the wizard Basil, who had previously refused to vouch for him.

Basil’s robe also had just one silver ring.

And now, Benny unexpectedly was a "Three rings"?!

Ronan was incredulous.

To his knowledge, members of the Three Rings in the Silver Magic Ring should possess the strength of at least a Second-level Wizard.

And with the identity of "Three Rings," Benny shouldn’t have fallen to his current plight...

Even if he had poured his all for a deceased woman.

A turbulent wave surged in Ronan’s heart, but his face remained calm.

He watched Benny step closer towards him with great style, a beautiful black metal pipe clenched in his mouth, puffing clouds of smoke as he walked.

Ronan remembered the strong scent of tobacco he smelled when he first stepped into Benny’s house three days ago, which now seemed to have a reasonable explanation.

"It seems you used to be quite distinguished..."

Ronan greeted Benny with a calm tone.

The relationship between the two was very delicate now, one of mutual disdain and wariness, yet necessarily reliant on each other to achieve their own goals.

Benny did not respond to Ronan’s words, but slowly took the pipe from his mouth, lightly shook off the burnt tobacco ash with his hand, producing a crisp sound of metal striking metal.

"You’ve surprised me as well."

Benny bit back on his pipe, his gaze landing on Ronan, and said lightly, "Just three days and your aura has changed again.

Your understanding of Ice Magic seems to have deepened a lot, reaching a new level..."

Ronan’s eyes flickered slightly, a trace of surprise passing unseen; Benny chose to end this round of pleasantries and turned to walk towards the head of Tongding Street.

"Once you join the Magic Ring, you must hand over the Holy Blood Tree Seed to me.

There are things I need to prepare as soon as possible... At least let me see if there’s still a possibility for that seed to sprout."

"Don’t worry, I won’t go back on my word."

Ronan walked beside Benny, thought for a moment, and spoke, "What kind of strength test is needed to join the Magic Ring, and how difficult is it?"

"It will be simple for you."

Benny suddenly stopped, eyed Ronan up and down with an indescribable look, and chuckled, "Honestly, I’m somewhat looking forward to the expressions of those guys when they see you.

They roam the streets collecting so-called talents for the strength of the Magic Ring.

Yet they rejected someone like you, right under their noses... And, in the end, they even had to come pleading to me... Heh..."

Benny talked nonstop, not caring whether Ronan understood, laughed coldly twice, then continued leading the way.

Afterwards, the two did not interact much until they arrived at the grand metallic building at the entrance of the second-layer Rune Formation Array, where Ronan had first tried to apply to join the Magic Ring.