Bloodline of the Wizard

If people from the "Deep Drowning Church" in this world saw this scene, they would probably immediately regard it as a "miracle," or more likely, they would beat Ronan to death as a "heretic."

Ronan saw the golden ladybug that Alazan transformed into, his eyes flickering slightly.

During the first "Reincarnation and Dreams," he conducted it alone, without telling Alazan.

In fact, during the normal process, Wizards of the "Spirit Heart" school need to establish a real-world connected "Anchor Point" during each Reincarnation and Dreams, or perform it under the supervision of others, so that they can be awakened from the dream if necessary.

Does this also hint that practicing "Spirit Heart Amber" is not as simple as Ronan imagined, that entering dreams also carries risks, and this world seems to reveal some clues, only Ronan did not ask, and Alazan never mentioned it.

Accompanied by the appearance of the golden ladybug, the outline of a Grey Book gradually emerged in Ronan's mind, flipping open a new Ancient Spirit Text with his consciousness.

"It is indeed feasible..."

Ronan exhaled a long breath, showing a look of joy and satisfaction on his face.

This is the solution Ronan came up with.

The time flow of dream practice in "Spirit Heart Amber" is very different from the real world; a year in the dream may be less than a day in reality. Ronan let Alazan act as his "eyes" in reality, allowing the Ancient Spirit Text to be transmitted through dreams, giving him ample time for memory.

"Research related to Rune Studies can all be conducted in dreams from now on..."

Ronan pondered.

"Magic Potion, Alchemy, Forging... even meditation and spell practice can theoretically be done the same way.

But it requires me to choose a world with the presence of Wizards, collect corresponding materials myself, and start from scratch training spiritual power...

Entering dreams cannot be done indefinitely at will..."

Anyway, it is more advantageous than other Wizards.

"Since the Ancient Spirit Text has been transmitted, the next step is to find a quiet place without being disturbed to study and remember..."

Actually, the center of the Deep Drowning Church where Ronan is now is a good place, while undergoing hard training, perhaps he can also explore some secrets about the "Deep Drowning Church"... if he has not become the Female pope's "Forbidden Concubine."

"Being favored every day would consume my energy, shorten my lifespan, and once the Female pope resembling Selena steps down, I, as the 'bed partner,' would most likely be dragged into the church power struggle... too many trivialities and troubles..."

Considering this, staying away from the center of power is the best choice.

Deciding upon this, Ronan calmly dressed, without packing anything, and left immediately.

With his relationship with Pope Catherine, Ronan's status in the church was elevated, from leaving the Church Palace to departing from Pope City, he was unimpeded, with no one daring to stop him.

Until three days later.

A message shook Church City, Ronan Damien, the most promising black-robed priest of Deep Drowning Church, suddenly disappeared, Pope Catherin was enraged, ordering a nationwide search.

........

In a remote desolate village, two church knights wearing armor with black snake insignia entered a dilapidated small courtyard.

The owner of the courtyard was a farm girl with large hands and feet, ordinary looking, with no parents, standing alone in front of the superior church knights, appearing scared and anxious, filled with fear.

"Have you seen this person?"

A Black Snake Knight took out a parchment scroll with a portrait, showing it to the girl.

The scroll depicted a young and handsome youth, with a calm and pious gaze.

"No..haven't seen him."

The girl replied stammeringly, with a heavy accent, shaking her head continuously.

At this moment, a strange noise was heard from behind the house, and the two Black Snake Knights moved slightly, taking steps towards the back.

"The..back side is not..not worth looking.

It's..it's a pigsty!"

The girl reached out to block the knights, nervously explaining loudly.

"Get out!"

The two Black Snake Knights rudely pushed the girl to the ground, striding around to the back.

Just as the girl said, this was a dirty pigsty, piled with hay and feces, emitting a strong stench.

A Black Snake Knight covered his nose as he slowly pushed open the wooden pigsty door, in the dim light, he barely saw someone quietly sitting inside.

Seemingly injured, face and hands were densely wrapped with blood-seeping bandages.

"He..he was bitten by wolves and also burned by fire..."

The girl followed carefully, explaining to the two knights.

"Remove the bandages."

A Black Snake Knight coldly instructed the figure in the pigsty.

The girl showed anxiety on her face, just about to step forward to stop, but the person in the pigsty had already proactively and slowly unwound the bandages on his head.

What a ghastly sight behind the bandages—

No hair, covered with swollen or festering blisters, with obvious bite and tear marks from beasts on the neck and chin, missing half an ear, eyes covered in dried pus and scabs, unable to open.

The two Black Snake Knights saw this appearance, frowned, and quickly withdrew from the pigsty.

"Probably not..."

"Even if it is, there's no need to take him back, looking like this he's worthless to the church...

Injured like this, if he dies halfway, I don't want to bear the Pope's wrath."

The two left quickly, not looking back even once.

Once the two Black Snake Knights were far away, the girl outside the pigsty immediately ran inside, embracing the disfigured figure tightly as if he were a treasure.

She still remembered the appearance when he first appeared in front of her, so dazzling, like the legendary Moon God.

She was naturally captured by him as a believer, completely ignoring the dirt and stench on the ground, devoutly kissing the mud at his feet.

Finally, the eyes behind the scabs slowly opened, revealing eyes purer than sapphires.

The hoarse voice that seemed to be cut by swords and burned by fire whispered softly in the girl's ear.

"Enough..now take me away, to the forest..I will tell you what to do next.."

The girl nodded heavily, awkwardly and carefully carrying the injured person, running out of the courtyard, plunging into the vast wilderness.

As night fell, the moonlight was as cool as water.

Inside the cave with a blazing bonfire, Ronan took special herbs in front of him, applying them bit by bit to his wounds.

He spent three days thoroughly destroying his appearance, and preparing everything for his future life.

To completely escape Catherine's search, "destroying" oneself is undoubtedly the best and most direct approach.

The injuries seemed terribly severe, but with Ronan's Magic Potion knowledge, creating some healing potions from local materials was not too difficult.

For Ronan, in this world, apart from life, there is nothing he cannot sacrifice.

He felt the wriggling of two Ancient Spirit Text marks in his mind, his eyes filled with thoughtful light.

The issue of Ancient Spirit Text mutual exclusivity was perfectly solved in a very short time.

He merely reinforced the memory of the first Ancient Spirit Text slightly, and the mark would not fade again.

"I suppose it's already successfully recorded in the panel, so it won't be forgotten..."

This is also considered a major advantage for him.

At this moment, footsteps rustled outside the cave, a figure appeared at the entrance.

The girl, holding a lot of freshly picked herbs and wild fruits, carefully placed the things on the ground, then retreated, staying far from the bonfire, huddling in the corner, as if afraid of disturbing Ronan.

Ronan's eyes flashed a hint of tenderness, waving softly to the girl.

She hesitated, then walked over fearfully, kneeling at Ronan's feet.

"Thank you.."

Ronan said gently to her.

The girl's head hung lower instantly.

"What's your name?"

"I..I.."

The girl looked up, showing some confusion in her eyes, opening her mouth as if not knowing what to answer.

"How about calling you Molli'er from now on?"

In a world with Selena, wouldn't it be quite interesting without the existence of Molli'er?

Ronan gently placed his hand on the girl's head, then gazed beyond the bonfire, looking out at the vast mysterious starry sky outside the cave, as if speaking to the girl, and to himself, saying softly: "I will stay here from now on, would you like to accompany me?

Molli'er.

That will be as long as a lifetime...."

The girl didn't answer, but like a devout follower, she obediently kept kissing the surface of his feet.