Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 314 - 161: Past Events

Jerome waved his Magic Wand in hand, cautiously controlling the power of the Magic Flame to melt the huge rocks before him into blazing magma.

Working alongside him on this task were also two other Level 1 Wizards from different factions.

One would mix some special metallic particles into the molten lava that Jerome had melted, and another was responsible for cooling and solidifying the "prepared" magma into huge cubic blocks.

Afterwards, these standard-compliant concrete blocks would be delivered to the next location, where dedicated wizards would etch some simple runes on them. Then, another group of wizards would assemble the "refined" concrete blocks into the nascent form of a combat arena, finally concluding with the last steps of "reinforcement" and decoration...

Every step was carried out in an orderly fashion, everything calm and organized.

There was no communication between the wizards responsible for each step of the process, only occasionally when someone’s spiritual power was drained, needing a "shift change", they would exchange a few brief words. Once permission was granted, they would silently head to a secluded corner to meditate alone.

The reason for this, apart from these wizards from various factions not being familiar with each other, was that their "identities" here in this place were "special."

They were not elite geniuses invited to come here. On the contrary, their statuses within their respective factions were all quite average.

They were here solely because they had accepted the corresponding "tasks."

This was an assembly ground for Heaven’s Pride; any casually passing wizard might be a genius from various factions, their strength dozens of times more potent than theirs.

They were at the "very bottom" here, doing things that only Lower-level Wizards would do. To say that they were out of place would not be quite right, but they indeed seemed like easily neglected "background boards"...

Another huge block of concrete successfully took shape under the spell, Jerome exhaled lightly, feeling that his spiritual power was running low. He thought that after the next block of concrete was finished, he should find someone for a "shift change."

Just as he was softly chanting a spell, preparing to construct the next block of concrete, someone suddenly approached and interrupted his casting.

The person was a Second-level Wizard from Thorny Palace, responsible for overseeing and directing the work in their small area.

Although from different factions, Jerome still maintained enough respect for the other party. He stopped what he was doing, about to listen for any new instructions, but the latter merely gestured with a look, glancing in a certain direction.

Following the other’s gaze, Jerome only saw a figure dressed in black and grey adorned with exquisite silver edges, standing with their back towards him, their specific features unclear.

Jerome slowly approached the figure, gradually feeling the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from them.

It was the pressure that could only be exuded by a wizard of at least Intermediate Level 2 Stage, and he began to feel puzzled and anxious, wondering if he had inadvertently "provoked" some passing bigwig from another faction...

As Jerome got closer, the figure also turned around.

Behind the tall and straight figure was revealed an extremely young and handsome face.

At the sight of this face, Jerome had a moment of disorientation, feelings of familiarity and strangeness mixing together. He felt as if he had seen this face somewhere before, until...

The handsome and graceful young man calmly greeted him: "It’s been a long time... Mister Jerome."

Memories, neither too distant nor too faint, surged quickly. Jerome’s pupils constricted, uttering the other’s name in a low cry.

"Ronan... You’re Ronan Damien?!"

...

More and more Magic Airships fell from the sky, one after another powerful wizard figures entered, under the six high-hanging "Dawn Suns", one combat arena after another rose from the ground.

During sunset, Goblin plain gradually became lively.

However, amidst this fervor and noise, the two standing opposite each other, Ronan and Jerome, appeared unexpectedly quiet.

Ronan could see the inner turmoil under Jerome’s seemingly calm exterior. He had anticipated such a reaction; the atmosphere between them grew somewhat awkward.

Yet it was Jerome who took the initiative to break the silence, "I didn’t expect to see you here... Damien."

Ronan sighed softly, "Neither did I."

He truly didn’t expect to encounter Jerome during this competition; the Level 1 Official Wizard who had once "supported" him a few times back at Hoddam Academy, and later gave him a map near Hoddam.

It was the map that led Ronan to the Silver Magic Ring. It could be said that if not for Jerome, Ronan might not be standing here today.

However, Ronan wasn’t surprised by Jerome’s appearance as a Melt Crystal Lake Wizard.

He remembered that what Jerome had studied at Hoddam Academy was the Molten Lava Fire Ring school of spells, so joining Melt Crystal Lake was indeed expected.

"You have surpassed my expectations by far..."

Jerome looked at Ronan before him, his lips slightly moving, "Are you here as a member of the Magic Ring to observe the battle?"

Ronan hesitated for a moment, without much explanation, nodded, and said, "Sort of."

Jerome’s expression became more complex, at a loss for words for a moment.