Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 154 - 95 You Really Don’t Deserve Short Hair - Part 2

Chapter 154: Chapter 95 You Really Don’t Deserve Short Hair - Part 2

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The entire process took less than half a day.

As soon as he stepped into the task hall, from a distance, he saw a green-haired girl peeking out from the window. The moment she spotted him, she immediately waved at him.

"Come here quickly!"

Ronan had a vague feeling of unease in his heart. After approaching, he indeed heard news that made his blood pressure soar from the green-haired girl.

"I’ve been looking everywhere for you!"

The green-haired girl patting her bulging chest quickly said to Ronan, "Just a few hours ago, the task issuer canceled the ’Fire Scythe Beast’s Heart’ task."

"You haven’t started the task yet, have you?"

"Good, good. Otherwise, you would have been working for nothing again..."

"....."

Ronan stood silently in place, looking at the green-haired girl in front of him, who had a face full of relief.

In his hand, there was still a lingering warmth from the Fire Scythe Beast’s Heart.

A few seconds later, Ronan showed a smile and nodded, saying, "Yeah, good thing you notified me in time..."

"I’ll choose a new task then."

Ronan calmly said to the green-haired girl.

She replied with a simple "hmm," handed him the task booklet, muttering beside him, "Actually, these situations are quite normal; you just have a little bad luck. Previously, I met someone who had three tasks snatched up while pending delivery, and he was so angry he wanted to kill someone..."

"Why doesn’t the Magic Ring have related measures to fill in these task rule loopholes?"

Ronan seriously picked out tasks while casually chatting with the girl.

"It’s been reported, but the higher-ups never paid much attention... Actually, once you’ve taken enough tasks, you’ll know the pitfalls to avoid..."

"Got it."

Ronan’s eyes left the booklet, and he pointed to a task on the manual, saying, "This one it is."

[Green Thorns Hurricane Bee Guard Bee’s Honey Sack].

It was a long-standing bounty task. The issuer had just extended the task time two days ago. The required materials were not limited in quantity, but at least fifty pieces were needed per submission.

Ronan had plenty of Green Thorns Hurricane Bee Honey Sacks in his Waist Storage Bag. The task required it to be from the Guard Bee, which was a bit more demanding, but he could hunt a few more to meet the requirement.

The key point was that the task offered a high amount of Contribution Points, and even if there were more problems, Ronan could keep the honey sacks for personal use.

The green-haired girl quickly completed the registration for Ronan.

After confirming everything was correct, Ronan turned around.

As he left, he cast a cold glance at a hook-browed wizard in the distance and then departed.

Five days later.

Ronan appeared in the task hall once more.

The hook-browed wizard seemed to be an ever-present shadow, thoroughly entangled with Ronan, like a lingering ghost.

Ronan routinely ignored him, gently placing a gray package containing fifty Green Thorns Hurricane Bee Guard Bee Honey Sacks on the counter at the window, and called out to the familiar green-haired girl to submit the task for him.

"You’re here?!"

The green-haired girl remembered him vividly, and her expression was one of delighted surprise upon seeing him, as if she were genuinely happy to see him.

But soon enough, Ronan watched as her rosy face paled little by little, her gaze fixed on the task registration booklet in her hands, her entire face turning ashen, and even her lips began to quiver.

"I... I got the task item wrong..."

The green-haired girl stood up from her seat with an empty gaze, muttering in a lost manner, "The issuer did not request the Guard Bee’s Honey Sack, but rather the Guard Bee’s eyes..."

Again?!

Once or twice, and now a third time!

With these repeated unexpected "situations," even if Ronan was incredibly patient, he was finally nearing the breaking point.

"What use are the eyes of the Green Thorns Hurricane Bee?"

Ronan forcibly suppressed the oppressive rage in his chest, enduring with patience to question.

"Can you contact the issuer for me and clarify this? Maybe it wasn’t your registration error; perhaps it was his mistake..."

However, the green-haired girl was lost in her own thoughts, mumbling, "I made a mistake, I made a mistake."

It wasn’t until Ronan repeated himself again that she suddenly burst into tears with a loud "wah."

"I... I’ll use my own contribution points... to compensate you..."

The green-haired girl sobbed with tears like a weeping flower, apologizing to Ronan while crying in a series of hiccups.

Ronan was completely taken aback by her reaction, momentarily stunned on the spot.

"Soya! What happened?"

From the task window beside them, a male wizard clad in a silver robe stood up, casting a cold, unfriendly gaze at Ronan.

Many wizards in the task hall also started to look over.

"Forget it."

Ronan felt an inexplicable surge of irritability but had to maintain his calm.

"I can’t entirely blame you."

He squeezed out a smile to reassure the girl with a few words, finally stating, "It looks like I’ve indeed had a stroke of bad luck recently, not quite fit to take on tasks at the moment. I’d better go home and rest for a few days."

With that said, he walked away, seemingly not hearing the crying green-haired girl calling after him, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

"Sniff—sniff—"

The green-haired girl’s sobbing gradually decreased until Ronan’s silhouette completely vanished, and she stopped.

With red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, her expression shifted to cold indifference, shedding the previous impression of simple-minded innocence.

She stepped back a few paces, retreating into the window, and then pulled out a Communication Stone from her waist, gently lighting it in her hand.

"Master..."

She softly reported into the Communication Stone, her face displaying a mature and teasing smile.

"It went even smoother than expected."

"I think I can still toy with him a few more times..."

"Perhaps I can even make him fall for me; he looks so gullible that maybe in less than half a month, he’ll be trailing around me like a little lap dog..."

While talking to the person on the other end of the Communication Stone, she lazily admired her nails with a smile.

During an inadvertent turn, her eyes glanced across the window, meeting a pair of calm, azure blue eyes staring back at her.

The icy coldness in those eyes made the girl freeze instantly, her smile stiffening, her face whitening.

"Didn’t you leave?"

"I was at the door when I thought about it; one should not be easily defeated by setbacks, so I returned."

The owner of the azure gaze spoke indifferently, "Unfortunately, I stumbled upon the face hidden beneath your mask... Remember, next time you’re chatting with someone, keep your voice down."

The person outside the window slightly leaned down, fully revealing a handsome and chillingly cold face.

He calmly looked at the green-haired girl in front of him and spoke each word distinctly, "Do I really look that easy to deceive?.. A lap dog wagging its tail?"

The green-haired girl’s face turned pale as she pursed her lips, just about to speak when a surge of fuming anger erupted at the window.

Accompanied by a loud thud of something heavy hitting.

"Boom!"

The metallic frame of the small window was forcefully dented inward, causing the green-haired girl to scream in terror.

"Ah!"

"You witch!"

Ronan, his face grim, severely smashed his fist onto the window again. Beside him, a man’s furious shout echoed, "What are you doing?! Soya, are you alright?"

"Get lost!"

Ronan’s voice, laden with murderous intent, shot coldly back, instantly freezing the expression of a male wizard about to approach, leaving him frozen on the spot...

After two punches, Ronan vented much of the resentment and frustration pent up in his heart.

He took a deep breath, regaining his composure.

"You’re really unworthy of keeping short hair."

The last short-haired witch girl Ronan had met was an angelic figure, pure, kind, and warm-hearted.

This one was completely the opposite.

Leaving that statement coldly behind, he ignored the green-haired girl’s terrified yet slightly astonished expression and approached the nearest available task window directly.

Without looking closely, he seemed to randomly take on a task, then strode out of the task hall.

Leaving the Magic Ring, exiting the outer city,

Ronan headed straight to the task location.

This task was situated in a small Secret Realm Space under the influence of the Magic Ring.

The task was quite challenging, requiring the killing of a single Advanced First Rank Magic Beast and acquiring a few Magic Potions near its lair.

The task issuer was the Magic Ring, a specialized trial task. The contribution points for task completion were minimal, with the primary reward being the rare Magic Potions, which the task indicated could be kept.

Ronan stood outside the Secret Realm Space of the task, closing his eyes to carefully sense the seemingly faint, persistent gaze behind him.

Only then did he open his eyes, stepping into the Secret Realm Space with a cold demeanor.