"This needs to be decided by Damien."
Moriel skillfully passed the question to Ronan, while the green-haired girl Beatrice turned to Ronan with eager anticipation.
Ronan did not respond, but his silence spoke volumes.
"Alright."
Beatrice's face fell with regret, but she quickly resumed talking to Moriel.
"Jasmine, once we arrive, you must remember to contact me. If you don't have a suitable place to stay, I would really love for you to come and join us."
Listening to Beatrice's sincere words, Ronan felt uncertain about how to evaluate the situation in his heart.
Carrying the blood debts of his family and facing the danger of being hunted, yet desperately inviting a travel companion he had known for less than two months to join him, this girl in front of him was indeed quite naively bold.
He instinctively glanced at the cold and stern man beside him, who also wore an expression of helplessness, as if he had several times wanted to speak but held back. As Beatrice's caretaker, he would likely have many headaches in the future.
However, none of this mattered to Ronan. In a few days, he and Moriel would part ways with the two of them, and it was likely they would never meet again.
Ronan gazed at the distant horizon, where a few snow-white seagulls soared through the sky. Perhaps influenced by the soul of his original self, "Ronan," he felt a twinge of "homesickness," and his thoughts slowly drifted to the now not-so-distant East Coast.
He casually removed the mask from his face, allowing the gentle sea breeze to caress his cheeks.
His injuries had mostly healed, so it no longer mattered whether he wore the mask or not.
"Wow."
A soft gasp of amazement reached his ears. Ronan turned to see Beatrice staring at him intently.
As she looked, she whispered to Moriel beside her, "Damien is actually so handsome. No wonder you have such courage to go on adventures with him. But you are also very beautiful; you two are simply the most perfect couple I've ever seen."
Beatrice kept talking, her hands clasped, her eyes nearly melting with admiration, as if she were in a sugar-high daze.
Moriel feigned a "shy" expression, but the emotional waves transmitted between the two revealed just how speechless she truly felt inside.
Ronan found it amusing, thinking it was self-inflicted.
After a moment, he decided to throw a friendly smile at the overly enthusiastic Beatrice, then turned his gaze to Moriel with an incredibly "affectionate and gentle" look.
Moriel, feeling "shy," lowered her head under his gaze, while Beatrice watched the two with envy and emotion, nearly on the verge of tears.
On Ronan's side, the "malice" he received from Moriel instantly intensified tenfold.
He could even imagine Moriel rolling her eyes at him in his mind.
"Hah."
After playfully teasing Moriel, Ronan felt a sense of relief and left the group to walk aside.
Below, a commotion arose from the group of young wizard apprentices who were barbecuing on the deck, their laughter and chatter particularly loud.
The ship was about to dock, and they were starting to enjoy themselves.
Ronan suddenly noticed a red-haired boy with a few freckles on his face who seemed quite out of place. He was not participating in the gathering but was instead staring intently at Ronan.
Ronan read the boy's eyes, filled with pleading and longing, and understood what he was thinking.
These were young people rejected by the wizarding world. Some chose to accept their fate, returning to a noble life, comfortably living out the rest of their days; naturally, there were others who were unwilling to give up and wanted to fight for more.
On this magic ship, apart from these boys, only Ronan and Beatrice remained, and they were clearly both official wizards. The red-haired freckled boy was evidently pinning his last hopes on them.
However, Ronan did not respond, merely shifting his gaze elsewhere.
He casually took out a pale bone finger. This bone finger should have three segments, but the top segment seemed to have been eroded by the wind, appearing somewhat strange.
Ronan slowly toyed with the bone finger in his hand.
The mysterious bone finger given to him by Evaque was quite useful, capable of completely shielding even a level four Dawn Wizard's detection, and the mysterious power that concealed his soul's aura lasted a long time.
He had used it once in Homer Blue Town, and even now, a portion of its power still lingered within him—making it nearly impossible for an ordinary person to discern his true strength.
"It can still be used two more times."
He rubbed the bone finger, instinctively glancing toward Moriel.
Although their relationship had eased considerably, no one knew what kind of retaliatory actions Moriel might take once their "symbiotic" state was lifted.
With Evaque's mysterious finger bone, he felt a bit more confident about the day that might come.
Just then, a short whistle sounded in his ear.
Ronan looked up to see a crew member on the ship's lookout tower frowning as he lowered his whistle.
Following the crew member's gaze, he saw several seabirds scatter, and a small glowing black dot was rapidly approaching them.
As the dot drew closer, it revealed itself to be a delicate Spell airship.
From a distance, Ronan saw a figure in a robe emerge from the airship, heading straight toward them.
"Level three wizard. Black robe."
Ronan accurately captured the identity of the incoming person, momentarily taken aback.
It was quite rare to encounter a level three wizard in the waters approaching the East Coast.
Before Ronan could react, a figure suddenly dashed past him, swiftly breaking through the magic ship's Rune Array, heading toward the level three black-robed wizard.
It was the cold and stern man beside Beatrice. At the same time, Beatrice and Moriel hurriedly ran to his side, hand in hand.
"It's someone from the Voodoo Cult."
Beatrice's face turned pale, her expression filled with panic and helplessness.
"They... they actually tracked us down here."
Voodoo Cult. Ronan searched his mind for any impressions of the major wizarding factions in the southern wizarding world and found no recollection of the "Voodoo Cult."
It seemed to be a minor wizarding faction, not listed in the names Ke Si Di had given him.
At this moment, the cold and stern man had already engaged in combat with the Voodoo Cult wizard.
The former was only at the late stage of level two, and logically, he should not be a match for the opponent. However, the cold and stern man suddenly tore off his black robe, revealing a bizarre black armor covered in curved spikes beneath. Following that, the black patterns on his face writhed like living creatures, sprouting blood vessels that traced strange patterns on the armor.
As the two faced off, the cold man immediately fell into a disadvantage, but relying on the Magical Artifact armor, he managed to withstand the level three Voodoo Cult wizard's attack.
Things became increasingly bizarre as the battle progressed; the cold man's strength rapidly increased, gradually turning the tide in his favor.
"What kind of Magical Artifact set is this?"
Ronan was somewhat surprised. He could clearly sense that the cold man's continuously growing strength came entirely from his armor, which seemed to absorb the opponent's power to enhance itself.
Using the [Eye of Truth], he captured the various gray-black substances being absorbed from the Voodoo Cult level three wizard by the armor, continuously converting them into energy. Strangely, the absorbed Voodoo Cult wizard seemed to be unaffected.
"Sobi can hold them off for a while."
At this moment, Beatrice spoke urgently, "I have another Spell airship. We're not far from land now. Damien, Jasmine, do you want to come with me? If the Voodoo Cult catches up, it will be troublesome."
Beatrice tightly grasped Moriel's hand, raising her own, and the space ring on her hand glowed, revealing a beautifully designed Spell airship before them.
She kept urging Ronan and Moriel to board the ship, but Ronan remained unmoved, merely casting her a faint glance.
Beatrice, whether foolish or malicious, was in danger; the farther others stayed from her now, the safer they would be.
The sudden outbreak of the level three battle caused a stir among everyone on the ship. The young wizard apprentices who had been barbecuing on the deck had likely never witnessed such a high-level wizard battle. Their curiosity overcame their fear, and not a single one retreated to the cabin; they all stood at the railing, straining to look forward.
The crew on the ship reacted quickly, beginning to maneuver the entire ship to turn around, and the ship's speed noticeably increased.
"Boom!"
A sudden collapse sound echoed, and the entire airship sank down a notch. The protective energy shield surrounding the ship was compressed by an invisible force, like a giant bubble suddenly caving in, followed by a thunderous crash.
A powerful mental force quietly descended upon the ship, causing everyone on board to feel as if something had tightly gripped their throats, and the air became incredibly thick.
Some people looked up in terror, discovering a figure in a Wizard Robe hovering above them, having replaced the sun's position, exuding an unparalleled terrifying might. Just the force of its own released field firmly held the entire magic ship in place.
"A level three wizard?!"
Someone exclaimed in shock.
"It's over."
On the deck, Beatrice's face turned white upon seeing that figure, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.
Not far away, a roar erupted as the cold and stern man, clad in black armor and locked in a fierce battle with another level three Voodoo Cult wizard, suddenly unleashed a wave of energy, breaking free from the fight and rushing toward them.
"Jasmine, Damien, it's my fault for dragging you into this. The Voodoo Cult won't let you go; they are all cold-blooded executioners."
Beatrice mumbled, likely unaware of what she was saying.
Moriel looked at her with sympathy, then turned her gaze to Ronan.
"You actually have moments of pleading for others?"
Ronan looked at her in surprise, and Moriel coldly snorted without expression.
Ronan shook his head, then leaped into the air, appearing at the same height as the level three Voodoo Cult wizard in the blink of an eye.
The wizard was a pale man with a face full of wrinkles, exuding a cold aura, with eyes that were eerily devoid of pupils.
He was slightly surprised that Ronan could so easily break through his mental force field, furrowing his brow, and then coldly said, "It's none of your business, young man. Before you act, you should consider the consequences."
Ronan couldn't be bothered to waste words with him.
In his consciousness space, seven Mental Power Crystals suddenly glowed, and a pale golden mental force field burst forth, instantly tearing apart the surrounding mental force field belonging to the Voodoo Cult level three wizard.
"Mid-level three?!"
The latter sensed the aura emanating from Ronan and instantly changed color, his gray lips rapidly moving.
Ronan calmly raised his hand, and a dark, slightly red metallic substance shot out from beneath his Wizard Robe like a living creature. The red-haired girl nearby twitched her eyelids at this sight.
Accompanied by a unique Spell rhythm, Ithium coalesced in the void into a shape resembling octopus tentacles, instantly tearing through the void and rushing toward the Voodoo Cult wizard.
[The Black Steel Touch of Ling Mo Ye]! This was the first time Ronan had cast a proper level three Spell since his promotion to level three wizard.
With no additional means, it was merely the simplest Spell attack.
The dark, reddish metallic tentacles "boom" as they shattered the surrounding void, striking the opposing wizard solidly.
"Bang!"
The sound of something violently exploding echoed.
Accompanied by a piercing scream, a figure shot out from the center of the Spell's explosion, not daring to look back at Ronan, fleeing in a panic.
Ronan was momentarily stunned, feeling a bit surprised by the outcome of the battle.
"[Schbiert's Golden Edict]!"
In his consciousness space, a Soul Rune hidden within one of the Mental Power Crystals quietly glimmered.
In an instant, the seven or eight octopus tentacles swirling around Ronan transformed from dark to dazzling gold, expanding several folds. Each metallic tentacle sprouted rapidly spinning serrations, releasing a scorching and terrifying aura, as if they were high-temperature golden chainsaws operating at their peak, with molten golden magma dripping from them, searing through the void! "Rip—"
Ronan's thoughts shifted slightly, causing one of the tentacles to vanish, leaving a clear golden trail in the air.
The fleeing level three Voodoo Cult wizard seemed to sense something, pulling out various Magical Artifacts from his pocket while shouting loudly, as if pleading for mercy.
However, before he could finish his words, he was struck by a blurred golden shadow!
"Bang!"
A small blood mist firework exploded in the sky, and a blurred soul shadow attempted to flee, only to be completely torn apart by the raging energy in the next moment.
As the blood-stained golden tentacle silently retracted to Ronan's side, the battlefield fell eerily silent.
The cold and stern man and the other level three Voodoo Cult wizard, who had been chasing each other toward the magic ship, both stopped, staring at Ronan in shock.
The young apprentices and crew members on the magic ship, who had been in a state of panic, were all frozen in place.
Including Beatrice, who had previously looked utterly despondent.
The only one who seemed unfazed was probably Moriel.
Even Ronan himself wore a somewhat strange expression at that moment.
He gently caught the space ring belonging to the deceased level three Voodoo Cult wizard, looking at the magnificent, radiant golden chainsaw tentacle, reminiscent of some indescribable monstrous limb from myth and legend, and his mind involuntarily recalled the colossal, resplendent golden figure he had seen while gazing at the Alchemist Golden Country.
He knew that the Spell power inherited from Schbiert's "Alchemist" [Golden Fire] was formidable, far exceeding that of an ordinary level three Spell.
But he never expected that merely a [Black Steel Touch], with just expert-level proficiency, could reach such an extent after being enhanced by [Golden Edict]!
In a battle where both were of the same level and realm, he had killed a level three wizard with just two strikes.
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