Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 280 - 146 First Battlefield, ’Four-Colored Metal’ Orian

Chapter 280: Chapter 146 First Battlefield, ’Four-Colored Metal’ Orian

"Rather than giving thanks, it’s better to save them for yourself to share with her.

Actually, I don’t think you need to thank her, these little things mean nothing to her, she is famously rich in the circle of Level 3 Wizards..."

Borbi jokingly told Ronan.

Ronan didn’t say anything.

With Ring Master Kosti absent, he prepared to leave after accepting the items.

However, Borbi suddenly stood up and shouted at him: "Don’t go Damien, stay and keep me company.

Kosti is not around, and I am so bored I’m nearly growing lice..."

Oh, that’s right!"

It seemed that Borbi suddenly remembered something and quickly said: "Kosti instructed specially before she left, in case she couldn’t make it back on time.

There are some matters I need to convey to you on her behalf..."

Ronan paused for a moment, then stopped walking, and under Borbi’s hopeful gaze, he walked back.

"Have a seat, aside from me and Kosti, there are hardly a few who come up here all year..."

Borbi cheerfully pulled out a chair and warmly invited Ronan to sit like a host.

Ronan’s gaze swept over the long desk where Kosti often worked and noticed a delicately modelled double-eared teacup on the table in front of him, containing half a cup of brown-red tea, along with a beautiful golden spoon for stirring.

Clearly, someone had just sat here, and even had a chat with Borbi.

"Didn’t you say hardly anyone comes up here?"

Ronan looked at Borbi, who gave an embarrassed smile and defended himself: "It’s just a coincidence.

Before you, Clements was here..."

"Clements..."

Upon hearing this name, Ronan’s eyes sparkled briefly.

A image of a youth with eyes as sharp as lapis lazuli quickly emerged in his mind.

In the last selection trial, although it was Ronan who won, Clements’ strength was undeniable. Only he had been noteworthy enough for Ronan in the Seventh Magic Rings.

"What did Clements come here for?"

Ronan stared at the teacup and spoon on the table, imagining how Clements had looked sitting here not long before, and began to inquire.

"Nothing much..."

Borbi shrugged nonchalantly and replied, "Just the usual giant Secret Realm exploration nerves, he came to chat, to alleviate some anxiety..."

"Clements gets nervous?"

Ronan blinked his eyes, slightly surprised.

In his impression, Clements, as the forefront wizard among the younger generation in the Seventh Magic Rings before him, had always seemed calm and confident.

He was truly outstanding, worthy of the title "genius."

It was hard to imagine, he too would seek out someone to ease the tension and nervousness like a student before an important exam.

"You never know what is hidden under the skirt of a lady with a dignified appearance..."

Ronan glanced at Borbi.

The latter twisted his mouth and set aside his odd comparison, saying: "While Clements is outstanding, there are many who are more so within the Magic Rings, not to mention the geniuses beyond the rings.

While you were away from the rings, a small internal exchange contest was held within the Seventh Rings.

Clements participated.

I still remember the sword-like spirit he had when he left, but unfortunately, when he came back... tsk tsk..."

Borbi sighed and said: "Poor guy, he couldn’t even make it into the top ten..."

"Clements’ strength doesn’t even rank in the top ten of the whole Magic Rings?!"

Ronan was somewhat shocked.

Damn, just how weak is the Seventh Magic Rings?

Oh no, how strong are the geniuses from the other Six Great Magic Rings?

Late Level 2, plus mastering Level 1 Law Domain Resonance, and still not making it into the top ten?!

"With his strength, I thought he would rank between sixth and eighth."

Borbi propped his hands and touched his smooth, beardless chin, saying: "But he was really unlucky, first defeated by you which shook his confidence, then during the exchange he unfortunately ran into the current top genius recognized in the Magic Rings, a Seventh Ring Level genius, and got eliminated in the first round.."

"Seventh Ring Level genius?"

Ronan’s eyes flickered, and he asked in a deep voice: "Who is it?"

Just as Borbi was about to answer, a calm voice preempted him from behind Ronan.

"Orian."

Ronan turned around and saw a youth, half a head shorter than him, with a slender figure and eyes as piercing as lapis lazuli, standing calmly at the entrance of the high tower’s spiral staircase, looking at him.

"In the Magic Rings, the first and only wizard genius under a hundred soul years old to advance to Level 3."

Listening to the youth’s plain speech, Ronan took a deep breath and slowly spoke: "Cleme... nts."

The youth in front of him, if not the very Clements he and Borbi were discussing—who else could it be.

Discussing someone behind their back, especially about their failures, and being caught in the act by the subject itself... this made Ronan feel somewhat embarrassed.

Borbi on the other hand didn’t seem to care at all; his face showed only surprise and joy as he greeted Clements: "Hey Clements, long time no see, why are you back again?"

"Borbi, we just met forty-five minutes ago, and even had tea together."

Clements stepped forward into the semi-open room, his gaze landing on Ronan and he spoke indifferently: "On my way back to the Meditation Tower, a soul trapped in a brass door lock sold someone’s return news to me for twenty Advanced Magic Stones..."

A few lines of frustration appeared on Ronan’s forehead, thinking that when he returned, he would immediately replace that blabbermouth "intelligent door lock."