Life Royal Court, Golden Magic Box

Grace stared blankly at the young wizard who had just rescued her from the brink of death. Her gaze fell on his fair, smooth, and handsome face, and a misty look of confusion and doubt appeared in her eyes.

"I am Ronan, have you forgotten?"

Ronan looked at Grace with gentle eyes, knowing that she might have long forgotten his name, but the impression he had left on her should still be there.

"Ronan Damien."

He offered his name in an attempt to evoke Grace's memory of him.

Perhaps it was Ronan's self-introduction, or perhaps it was Ronan's voice or appearance... Grace finally began to have some impression of him.

"It's you?!"

Grace quickly covered her mouth, but couldn't help but gasp in surprise, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

"You... you..."

Ronan dispersed the silver metal shield wall behind him, manipulating the metal to transform into a giant crescent moon, casually knocking away the metal blades that were making a comeback.

These metal blades, spinning at high speed, unleash terrifying cutting power comparable to that of a typical third-tier spell, and their speed is so fast that it's difficult to track their attack trajectory.

However, Ronan's perception was sharp, and his mental strength was more than ten times stronger than that of an average late-stage level two wizard. With the assistance of the [Eye of Truth], he was not difficult to deal with.

Ronan manipulated the [Space Silvering] to form tentacles, which quickly wrapped around several metal blades that had been knocked away and were momentarily stunned, and then pulled them into his hand.

The metal blade disc that Ronan acquired was heavier than he had expected. The material resembled some kind of special brass that had undergone alchemy treatment, making it extremely hard and sharp. The material was even better than the metal medium that Ronan was currently using, and it should have reached the third tier.

Because he knew he would soon need to change the medium, Ronan had been consciously collecting suitable metals.

So far, these metal blades are what he is most satisfied with.

After only a few clashes, the medium in his hand, made of a mixture of Nightmare Tungsten Steel, Neiman Alloy, and a whole bunch of other miscellaneous metals, had already suffered considerable damage, demonstrating the sharpness and [Fortify] of the metal blade.

Ronan used his spatial Stasis power to "capture" all the blades in a few breaths and put them into his Space Ring.

Turning around, he saw Grace still staring at him with wide eyes, not yet fully recovered from the shock of Ronan's identity.

However, after several years apart, Grace was surprised by his appearance at this moment and the changes that had taken place in him, and he was just as surprised by Grace.

Ronan still clearly remembers how he went around begging for a chance to be promoted to a Level One Wizard in the Hoddam Academy Mentor District, only to be repeatedly turned down.

Then, at the worst point in the situation, Grace appeared and gave him the resources and guidance he needed for his promotion.

He would never forget that little house with the blue roof, and the short-haired girl sitting on the second floor of the house, flipping through a book and pretending to be mature while instructing him.

In Ronan's mind, Grace was just the only daughter of a Level One Wizard. Although she was quite talented, her status was not considered noble. Otherwise, she wouldn't have stayed in a low-level wizarding organization like Hoddam Academy.

But what about now?

Grace was being protected by three powerful Third Level Wizard and was being addressed as "Princess".

Could it be that she is a long-lost descendant of some royal family in the Wizard World? This plot is just too melodramatic.

As Ronan was thinking, a low, urgent shout came from afar.

"Princess!"

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw the Silver-Haired Witch and the other woman, who had been following Grace and had finally escaped the clutches of the Puppet Peaks, rushing toward him.

But there was a figure that was even faster than them.

A flash of white light appeared, and a tall, handsome young wizard stood before Ronan.

"Your Grace, are you alright?"

The young wizard first inquired about Grace with concern, and after receiving a slight nod from Grace, he turned to look at Ronan.

His expression was not good; his gloomy face carried an undisguised wariness and hostility, which was not the attitude one would show towards someone who had offered help.

The two Silver-Haired Witch arrived shortly after and, as usual, checked on Grace's condition. After discovering that Grace had only been frightened and was otherwise unharmed, they breathed a sigh of relief and showed a slightly guilty expression.

Both men turned their gazes to Ronan, the stranger who had suddenly appeared, but their gazes toward him were much gentler than those toward the first young wizard.

"Who are you?"

The Silver-Haired Witch stepped forward and inquired about Ronan's identity, her eyes darting back and forth between Ronan's robes and the silver metal surrounding him.

It seems they were trying to deduce Ronan's origins from this.

Ronan was considering whether to reveal the name of the Silver Magic Ring when Grace suddenly broke free from the [Protection] of the three and rushed in front of Ronan unexpectedly.

"You are that one. That one."

She saw an indescribable excitement and joy on Ronan's face, and even a faint blush rose on his cheeks.

Clearly, she now fully remembered who Ronan was.

It was a sunny autumn afternoon. A boy, disappointed and frustrated, walked along a gray stone path lined with Champs Elysees Tree, desperately seeking the Gate of Mist. Then, as he passed a house with a beautiful blue roof, he encountered a girl who was bored and trapped in a small attic. Their first encounter began from there. "It's me."

Ronan smiled and nodded to Grace.

In fact, this was the first real formal meeting between the two.

The last time was when Grace was being dragged away by her mother during the [Catastrophe] of the Hoddam Academy, and the two exchanged a fleeting glance.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Grace was incredibly excited, perhaps even she herself didn't know why she was so happy to see Ronan again.

She paced quickly in front of Ronan like a child, her expression almost leaping with joy.

"Princess Highness, this one..."

"Friend!"

The Silver-Haired Witch walked up from behind with a puzzled look on her face. Before she could finish speaking, Grace had already answered quickly.

"An old friend I haven't seen in a long time."

Grace emphasized earnestly, then glanced at Ronan somewhat shyly.

She wasn't sure if Ronan considered her a friend, but judging from his previous act of saving her, he probably did.

Ronan looked at Grace, who was just as innocent and pure as he remembered, and his mood inexplicably improved.

He smiled and nodded, then calmly said to the Silver-Haired Witch, "I come from the Silver Magic Ring, you..."

His gaze swept over the white ring and tender leaf crown pattern on the Silver-Haired Witch's chest, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"The Silver Magic Ring?"

The silver-haired wizard pondered for a moment, then solemnly bowed to Ronan and said, "We come from the Life Royal Court."

In any case, thank you for saving our Princess..."

"The Life Royal Court..."

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly when he heard the Silver-Haired Witch introduce herself.

He had never heard of the name of this force.

Before leaving the Silver Magic Ring, Kosti gave him a list of the major wizarding factions in the south.

The organization "Life Royal Court" was not among them.

However, considering that the other side was able to send three Third Level Wizards to act as "guards" in one go, and that they were all very young, their strength and foundation must be very strong.

'Could it be a wizarding force from outside the south?'

Ronan thought to himself, but outwardly showed the same politeness to the Silver-Haired Witch.

"I just did what I was supposed to do. Grace is a very good friend of mine, and she has helped me a lot in the past."

"By the way, have you switched to Metal Element magic now?"

After Ronan finished exchanging pleasantries with the Silver-Haired Witch, Grace couldn't wait to come up and talk to Ronan.

Her eyes were filled with curiosity about Ronan. For a girl who had spent most of her life meditating and practicing in the attic, Ronan was indeed one of her few "old friends" in a way.

"... I've collected many powerful Energy Affinity runes, as well as first to third-tier Energy Affinity spells, hoping to give them to you when we meet again someday."

Grace looked at the Silver White Metal flowing like mercury around Ronan and sighed softly, "Now it seems you can no longer use it."

Ronan was about to answer when a cold, hard voice cut in.

"Your Princess, I think we should leave now."

The young wizard who had been the first to rush forward walked up to the group, coldly tossed a few items in front of Ronan, and said in an icy tone, "As for this... thank you for everything you've done for the Princess."

Whatever your motives, this ends here. Please leave as soon as possible.

Ronan glanced at the few items that the young wizard had thrown in front of him, which were clearly magical tools and equipment. He frowned slightly and squinted at the young wizard who had been hostile to him since he appeared.

The latter met his gaze without a care, his cold eyes filled with a condescending air that Ronan hadn't seen in a long time.

"Donny!"

The Silver-Haired Witch nearby voiced her displeasure, "Aren't you going too far?"

Grace was clearly angered by the young wizard's attitude. Her chest heaved as she gritted her teeth and said, "Donny, you... you must apologize to Ronan!"

"Apologize? What did I do wrong?"

The young wizard glanced at the Silver-Haired Witch, then looked at Grace, and calmly said, "You have just become Princess and your strength is still weak. At this time, people with ill intentions who try to approach you under any pretext may appear. Even if Princess Serena knew about this, she would definitely support my actions."

"I told you, Ronan is my friend!"

"Yes, before this, we encountered at least eight guys claiming to be your friends without your knowledge. Finally, under the power of Truth Words, heh heh."

Donny didn't continue, but just glanced at Ronan with a cold smile.

"You!"

Grace was so angry she couldn't speak.

Just then, a loud "boom!" came from afar, drawing the attention of everyone on the field.

Ronan looked in the direction of the sound and immediately spotted the enormous magic box that had been chasing him.

Those two thick, golden short legs crushed one abandoned building after another, causing them to collapse like building blocks.

Before Ronan rescued Grace, he had already put Dodol III into his Space Ring, but he didn't expect that the Box Monster would still track him down here.

However, judging from its headless, destructive behavior, it seems that it is no longer after Ronan. It is now just wandering around driven by instinct. It is clear that the one who has been attracting the hatred of the Box Monster is Dodol III.

"This is."

Ronan was the one who brought the Box Monster to the fore, so he wasn't surprised. However, Grace and her group were all utterly shocked when they first saw the strangely shaped and ridiculously large Box Monster.

Grace, in particular, had almost forgotten that she was angry just a second ago, and her attention was now completely drawn to the Box Monster.

"Is Schubert's Marvelous Mystery Box really that big?"

Grace covered her mouth and murmured as she gazed at the Box Monster in the distance, which was causing a series of booming sounds.

"Your Princess, it's time for us to leave."

After a brief moment of shock, the Silver-Haired Witch was the first to recover from her surprise. She looked around and said quickly with a slightly serious expression, "Who knows what else will come up next? We came in too much of a hurry this time."

Next time, we can organize more people to accompany you on your exploration."

"Oh oh.."

Grace was half-pulled and half-protected away by the Silver-Haired Witch. She nodded subconsciously, then suddenly realized what was happening and quickly looked at Ronan.

"Ronan!"

She hadn't even started catching up with Ronan when she was pulled away, clearly reluctant to leave.

A young wizard named Donny coldly stood between the two, giving Ronan a warning look.

"Would you like to leave with us?"

The Silver-Haired Witch called out to Ronan, while the young wizard Donny couldn't help but frown. Grace, on the other hand, had her eyes light up and kept waving at Ronan.

Ronan looked thoughtful, but before he could decide whether to go with Grace group...

At this moment, the location of the Box Monster in the distance changed again.

"Bang!"

The Giant Magic Box Monster, which was rampaging around like a stack of building blocks, accidentally stepped on something and burst it. With a "whoosh," a large group of densely packed black objects suddenly flew out from under the collapsed building.

Just like the puppet bee swarm that attacked the Silver-Haired Witch and others before.

However, this time is different.

These puppet-like creatures, startled and released, were all perfectly square, almost identical to the Pandora's Box Ronan had previously obtained, except each had two pairs of gray, dragonfly-like wings on its back. "Whoosh—"

Almost the instant the group of winged boxes appeared, Ronan's figure suddenly vanished in front of them, turning into a blurry silver shadow as he swiftly rushed towards the Giant Magic Box Monster.

At this point, Ronan had completely forgotten about Grace, the Life Royal Court, and all that other nonsense.

His eyes were fixed on the spot where the countless magic boxes had flown out, his sharp gaze [Penetration] layers of boxes, finally locking onto one of them—

It was a unique magic box.

Its size and shape are not much different from ordinary magic boxes.

But it is golden, as if it were made of pure gold, and is extremely beautiful.

Within the dark, swarming Pandora's box, it was so obvious, so conspicuous.

Ronan stared intently at the golden magic box, his mind almost entirely focused on one thought—to get it!

We must get it! "The Golden Amazing Box?!"

The moment Ronan rushed out, the Silver-Haired Witch and the others also caught sight of the Golden Magic Box.

The young wizard Donny, standing at the very front of the four-person group, suddenly had an intense gleam in his eyes.

He then immediately began to turn one of the rings on his fingers without hesitation.

In an instant, two enormous pure white wings of light sprouted from behind him. The next second, he transformed into a streak of white light and sped forward. In just a few breaths, he overtook Ronan, who had set off earlier, and ran ahead of Ronan.

Ronan sensed Donny's aura rushing past and instinctively wanted to activate his short-range spatial teleportation ability to catch up.

But his eyes flickered a few times, and he forced himself to hold back, letting the wizard Donny leave him far behind and keep getting closer to the location of the Golden Magic Box.

By this time, Ronan had completely calmed down from the unprecedented excitement of the appearance of the Golden Magic Box.

He realized something was wrong.

The true purpose of the Mechanical Heart Dwarves creating the Magic Box was to better conceal the Thunder and Flame Hammer they had forged.

Whether it's the Giant Magic Box Monster or the winged Golden Magic Box, the targets are far too conspicuous.

It's like openly telling others that they're hiding something good inside, "Come and catch me, come and catch me!"

Wouldn't this completely contradict the dwarves' original intentions? "Whether it's the Giant Magic Box Monster or the Golden Magic Box, the possibility of it containing the Thunderfury Hammer is extremely low. The dwarves wouldn't have such a brilliant idea as 'the most dangerous place is the safest place'..."

Moreover, great opportunities often mean greater risks.

Thinking of this, Ronan's speed actually began to slow down.

He shifted his gaze to Donny, the young wizard who was now about to rush into the group of magic boxes.

This guy is much more impatient than him.

The power of this genius wizard from the Life Royal Court was fully unleashed. At least among all the Third Level Wizard Ronan had seen so far, this guy's flying speed was second to none.

Just as Donny was about to plunge into the dark mass of Pandora's Boxes, Ronan keenly noticed that the Giant Magic Box Monster located next to the Pandora's Boxes was showing signs of attacking Donny.

He simply stopped and stood quietly in place, watching what Donny would do next.