[Malice Weapon], [Cowardice Set]

Of course, there are many reasons why the [Spirit Maya Golden Touch] is so powerful.

With two purifications of his spiritual power and the same seven Spiritual Power Crystal, Ronan's spiritual power strength was more than twenty times that of a wizard of the same level.

Itai absorbed all the rare metals on the Red Lotus Scepter, its quality improved significantly, exceeding the range of ordinary third-tier materials.

Ronan wasn't sure if it had reached the fourth rank, since he had never come into contact with alchemical materials above the fourth rank.

The Red Lotus Scepter is now just two bare sticks, made of what appears to be some kind of wood. The Itai seems to have swallowed up only a layer of metal decoration on its surface.

"Mental strength, Spell Inheritance, and spellcasting equipment—these are the few factors that ultimately determine a wizard's combat power."

At this moment, Ronan couldn't help but feel a strange sense of emotion.

At the same level, the main differences between ordinary wizards and genius wizards lie in these aspects. Unbeknownst to him, he had already transcended the category of ordinary wizards and completely joined the ranks of geniuses.

The cold-faced man with black markings and wearing strange spiked armor stared blankly at the handsome young man who had effortlessly killed a Third Level Wizard of the Voodoo Sect. The shock and disbelief he felt left him momentarily dazed.

Suddenly, he saw the young man casually turn around, cast his gaze in his direction, and then slowly raise a hand, gently pointing in his direction.

In an instant, endless mysterious energy surged from the other party's fingertips, and countless free energy particles in the world converged.

In an instant, the cold-faced man felt a chill run down his spine, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by something.

He was terrified and instinctively tried to dodge, but before he could make any move, a deep blue beam of light, like an angry dragon, was reflected in his suddenly narrowed pupils and shot past his side with a "whoosh".

He felt as if he had been pierced by the aurora borealis in the Northern Lands Sky Dome, and a chilling current that almost froze his blood instantly swept over his entire body.

The cold-faced man watched in disbelief as a dazzling deep blue light rapidly extended from beneath the handsome young man's feet, passing through his position and hurtling towards his back. When he slowly turned his head, his face stiff, he was astonished to see that the Third Level Wizard of the Voodoo Sect who had been fighting him had now transformed into a humanoid ice block standing behind him, disintegrating into flakes of ice dust and snow that were being blown away by the wind.

Beneath the iceberg and the handsome young man, the sea level, stretching for nearly ten miles, was entirely covered by a thick layer of ice, with countless snowflakes drifting down, resembling a magical, icy "tunnel" formed out of thin air! "Ha!"

The cold-faced man shivered violently. At that moment, the Magic Airship in the distance turned around and flew away. The handsome young man in front of him didn't seem to have any intention of chasing after them. He simply glanced at them and then turned and left.

The cold-faced man stared at the other person's retreating figure as they disappeared into the ship, his mind still not fully processing what had happened.

He had always regarded the young wizard he had met on the ship as an ordinary First Level Wizard. He never expected that the other party was a terrifying existence who could easily kill Third Level Wizard.

From our previous interactions, we learned that they were being chased and had "escaped" to the ship. If that's true, how powerful must the people chasing them be?

Dawn Wizard?

What kind of profound background does this wizard couple who "eloped" have?! The cold and aloof man's mind was a complete mess, and he barely knew how he landed back on the deck. The apprentices who had witnessed the entire battle were all in a daze, as if they were living in a dream.

Inside the room, Ronan sat quietly, casually flipping through the contents of the Space Ring he had just received from the Third Level Wizard of the Voodoo Sect.

There wasn't anything particularly valuable inside. The only thing that might pique Ronan's interest was the huge, miscellaneous mix of poisons and antidotes contained within.

The Voodoo Cult primarily uses Darkness-Type, supplemented by various methods of poisoning.

Wizards usually have a headache when they encounter this kind of being, and they might die from the other party's "underhanded tricks" for some reason. Unfortunately, the difference in strength between him and Ronan was too great. He didn't even have time to use poison before Ronan forcefully killed him.

"Creak—"

The door opened, Ronan looked up to see Moriel walk in calmly.

There was no need for much communication between the two. Ronan already understood the other's purpose in intruding, and his gaze naturally turned to the direction behind him.

The Green-haired Girl Beatrice and her bodyguard, a stern-faced man with black markings, followed Moriel cautiously as they entered.

Ronan showed no surprise; in fact, he had been waiting for the other party to come to him.

"Sit."

Ronan gestured for the two to sit down in a friendly manner.

The aloof man remained unmoved, still standing, and his attitude became even more respectful.

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, then slowly knelt down in front of Ronan.

"Thank you for your help, sir."

Beatrice took out a small Storage Waist Pouch, held it with both hands, and respectfully handed it to Ronan.

The Storage Waist Pouch was unlocked, and Ronan probed it with his mental energy for a quick glance. To his surprise, he found a full 100,000 high-grade magic stones inside.

He glanced at Beatrice with surprise, realizing that he had underestimated the wealth the girl carried.

"No."

Ronan refused to accept it, shook his head, and casually said, "Consider it payment for the fare to travel together this time."

Upon hearing Ronan's refusal, Beatrice froze in place, seemingly at a loss for what to do. She subconsciously turned her head to secretly cast a pleading glance at the cold-faced man behind her.

The latter gave Beatrice a look, and a hint of hesitation flashed across Beatrice's face. Then, as if she had made up her mind, she gritted her teeth and took out another square iron box, which, along with the previous Storage Waist Pouch, was handed to Ronan once again.

"This is truly all we can offer."

Beatrice spoke earnestly, "I hope you won't find it offensive, sir."

Ronan was somewhat helpless. He hadn't helped Beatrice and Moriel for these reasons. Besides considering her good relationship with Moriel, he also wanted to find someone to practice with after finishing his arduous training.

However, judging from Beatrice's current state, if he doesn't accept her thanks, the girl probably won't be able to sleep well tonight.

Ronan thought for a moment, then casually took the two items Beatrice handed him and opened the tin box.

Inside, a dark green dagger lay quietly, with several pieces of black leather paper pressed beneath it.

The dagger has a very peculiar design. A strange eyeball is embedded in the handle. The dagger is divided into Level Three with a small gap in the middle. It looks like a blood groove but doesn't look like a blood groove.

Ronan casually picked up the dagger. The moment he touched it, the strange eye on the hilt spun rapidly. Ronan then felt an indescribable evil consciousness emanating from the dagger, attempting to infiltrate his consciousness.

"This is."

Ronan was slightly surprised and looked up to ask Beatrice a question.

The one who answered was the cold, aloof man beside Beatrice.

"[Malice Weapon]"

The stern-faced man said in a deep voice, "It's a very obscure ancient magical artifact, similar to the suit I'm wearing. It can absorb the opponent's evil intentions and convert them into power to strengthen itself. However, it requires some additional methods to maximize its effect."

As the cold-faced man spoke, he pointed to the dark lines covering both sides of his cheeks.

"[Malice Weapon]..."

Ronan blinked; it was the first time he had ever heard of such a thing.

He was able to absorb the evil thoughts of his opponents to strengthen himself. Recalling the battle between the cold-faced man and the Third Level Wizard of the Voodoo Sect, the grayish-black substance that flowed continuously from the Voodoo Cult Wizard onto the cold-faced man's armor must have been the so-called "evil thoughts".

The ability to transform the emotional fluctuation of "malice" into tangible power, and even to elevate a level two wizard to a level where they can briefly confront Third Level Wizard head-on, makes this [Malice Weapon] truly unbelievable.

At this moment, Ronan sensed a slight emotional fluctuation coming from Moriel. He subconsciously looked at Moriel and saw that she looked calm. It seemed that she knew something.

Ronan's eyes flickered as he carefully examined the oddly shaped dagger in his hand.

The eyeball on the dagger was still rolling around, and the evil consciousness it released was like some evil creature whispering in his ear, constantly provoking his emotions.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be swayed by this, but this voice was far inferior to the surging whispers that Ronan had heard many times before when the will of "Hecalto" descended. Its influence on him was negligible, much like having a fly buzzing in his ear from time to time.

Ronan put down the dagger, and the voice immediately disappeared.

He picked up several pieces of black paper from under the dagger and found that the pure black hides of unknown animals were covered with densely drawn forging diagrams for various pieces of equipment.

All of them together form a magic item set called the "[Cowardice Set]".

"... The blueprints for the [Malice Weapon] and armor sets were obtained from an ancient wizard's ruins."

The Perik Family suffered a great calamity as a result, and the Voodoo Cult is hunting us down because of these blueprints."

Seeing Ronan examining the parchment, the stern-faced man explained that Perrick was indeed Beatrice's surname.

Ronan nodded.

He casually flipped through the forging blueprints for the "[Cowardice Set]" in his hand. The principles behind the so-called Malevolence Set were quite different from the design principles of magical artifacts that he was familiar with.

The drawing was covered with dense lines, like the veins and blood vessels of some kind of creature, giving it an evil and disgusting feel. Ronan did not find any place to embed the core rune.

For some reason, Ronan felt a sense of familiarity.

Upon careful recollection, he suddenly remembered that the strange feather mask he had obtained from the Third Level Wizard Dark Head of the [Resurrection Society] in the Goblin Plain seemed to have the same internal structure.

Could there be some connection between the two? Ronan pondered, and as if struck by inspiration, he casually laid out the drawings in front of him one by one. After a few simple swaps and combinations, all the drawings, like jigsaw puzzle pieces, finally formed a complete pattern.

It was a strangely shaped and ferocious monster.

With a hunched back, bared teeth and a gaping mouth, two long, crescent-shaped horns on its head, long and strong limbs, a long tail, and many short, sharp spikes growing on its body, the pattern, once pieced together, immediately exudes an aura of chaos, cruelty, and violence.

"Ah!"

Beatrice gasped and instinctively turned to look at the cold-faced man behind her, whose expression was equally shocked.

Judging from their reactions, it seems that even they didn't know that such a secret was hidden in the blueprint. Perhaps they didn't have time to study the blueprint carefully after obtaining it, and were attacked by the Voodoo Cult's wizards.

Ronan remained expressionless as he examined the monster pattern before him and asked, "What kind of effect will this [Malice Weapon], this set, have on the user?"

"So far, there seems to be no impact, except that I occasionally have nightmares at night. The strength I gained by absorbing evil thoughts will also quickly fade away after a period of time."

Moreover, this absorption has an upper limit and cannot be increased indefinitely.

"How many [Malice Weapon] did the Perik Family obtain in the ancient ruins? What about similar blueprints?"

The cold-faced man hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Beatrice in front of him. The latter was completely oblivious and didn't react at all. So he honestly replied, "There were a total of five [Malice Weapon], but two were destroyed in the battle. Apart from the one we're giving to you, sir, we still have two left."

There are three sets of blueprints in total. Besides this one, which depicts 'cowardice,' there are also three sets: '[Depravity]' and 'madness.'

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Ronan asked several questions in a row, and the stern-faced man answered them all.

After asking the questions, Ronan nodded to indicate that he had accepted the items. The two of them didn't say anything more and hurriedly took their leave, probably because they couldn't wait to go back and study the two sets of blueprints they had.

After the two left, Ronan naturally turned his attention to Moriel.

"You recognize this?"

Moriel sat in the chair, pursed her lips, and said, "It's just a magical artifact created by ancient wizards when they were researching Magic Creature from another world. It's nothing special."

Otherworldly Magic Creature... Ronan blinked, subconsciously thinking of the shattered World Stone that flowed out from the ruins of the Ancient Mirror Garden.

He had read the relevant information and learned that ancient wizards were generally keen on exploring other worlds, and based on the products of other worlds, they researched and created many strange and wonderful things, many of which are still used among wizards today. One of the most common ones is the Communication Stone.

It is said that the creation of communication runes was inspired by ancient wizards from another world.

"It turns out that the magic weapon set was designed based on the body structure of a powerful creature."

"You don't even know this?"

Moriel chuckled and shook her head, saying, "The higher the level of the magical artifact set, the more powerful the blueprint it needs. The primary purpose of these magical artifact sets in their creation was to imitate and inherit the power of powerful ancient, prehistoric, or even Life Witch creatures. This is a safer and simpler path than directly modifying bloodlines. Some sets are even based on the designs of certain wizards themselves. The set Serena is wearing was created based on the body of her Alba Family ancestor, the Life Witch."

Even a wizard himself could serve as the design blueprint for a suit?! Ronan was shocked and stunned when he first encountered this concept.

At this moment, he was able to glimpse the power of the ancient wizards, a mere tip of the iceberg. In ancient times, there was a small group of people who stood at the top of the wizarding pyramid. Their strength was so great that they could even rival ancient magical beast overlords such as the Undying Bird and the Frost Multi-headed Serpent.

"As for this so-called '[Cowardice Set]'..."

Moriel glanced at the drawings Ronan had laid out on the floor and said casually, "If I'm not mistaken, these are evil suits designed based on the '[Cowardice Demon]' from the [Abyss Demon]."