Ancient Secrets, Demili Plateau, Wild Wheat

[Abyss Demon]? This was another term Ronan was hearing for the first time.

"You should know the reasons why Multi-Ring Continent formed."

Moriel spoke, Ronan nodded. "The battles between ancient wizards shattered what was originally a single continent. The tilting of free energy particles in the world caused the broken continental plates to sink, eventually forming a world structure similar to the 'Broken Staircase.' But what does this have to do with the [Abyss Demon]?"

"You would believe such a lie that fools a three-year-old? Would anyone be stupid enough to destroy the home they live in?"

Moriel gave Ronan a disdainful and sneer without any politeness, and then replied calmly, "The shattering of the Ancient Continent was not due to the civil war between ancient wizards. The real reason was the invasion of forces from another world."

"An invasion by forces from another world?"

Ronan blinked, then paused, taken aback.

"In ancient times, wizards' exploration and research into Arcane Arts reached a peak. Their strength was so great that they could despise the gods, and their ambition swelled along with their power."

The proud ancient wizards regarded the entire universe as their hunting ground, recklessly abusing the World Stone without restraint or rules, opening countless passages to other worlds, wantonly plundering resources from various worlds, and conducting their experiments arbitrarily in different planes. As a result, a large number of otherworldly creatures poured in, ultimately causing a huge disaster.

The ancient wizards reaped what they sowed, paying an extremely heavy price. The situation was so dire that even their once glorious civilization was on the verge of extinction.

Fortunately, the disaster was eventually brought under control.

The [Abyss Demon] are one of the main sources of this cataclysmic disaster.

"What?!"

The "truth" revealed by Moriel's words had a tremendous impact on Ronan, and his mind couldn't help but tremble.

"Why have I never read about this in any ancient texts? Did the ancient wizards hide the truth?"

Ronan looked dazed.

"Certainly."

Moriel curled her lip and sneered, "If it were you, would you write down such a shameful thing and pass it down to future generations? The ancient wizards, because of their arrogance and stupidity, caused the glory of the entire wizarding civilization to fade, and the world to become a desolate battlefield. They would not want to be cursed by generation after generation of wizards after their souls have passed away."

Ronan took a deep breath, trying to process everything Moriel had said.

"The most distinctive feature of the [Abyss Demon] is their ability to feed on negative emotions. Of course, fresh, tender flesh and blood, as well as souls filled with pain, are also the ultimate delicacy for them."

The [Cowardice Demon] is one of the weakest types of [Abyss Demon], essentially cannon fodder. Even if this set of magical artifacts were forged, it wouldn't be of much value.

As Moriel spoke, she suddenly narrowed her eyes, a chilling aura appearing on her exquisitely beautiful face.

"Why do you think those guys from the [Resurrection Society] are so detestable? Because they've always been the most loyal lackeys of the [Abyss Demon]."

A small group of them even have the filthy blood of the [Abyss Demon] flowing through their veins.

Their true delusion is to open all the Space Passage sealed by the ancient wizards, to summon the army of [Abyss Demon], and to avenge the defeat millions of years ago.

"No wonder."

Ronan then understood why the "[Cowardice Set]" before him was so similar in structure to the strange feathered mask of the Dark Head of the [Resurrection Society].

The cold-looking man beside Beatrice wore Malevolence Set that bore a striking resemblance to the armor worn by the Level Five Wizard of the [Resurrection Society] who caused the carnage and chaos during the Talent Competition.

It turns out that the [Resurrection Society] has always been a minion of the [Abyss Demon]. There may even be true [Abyss Demon] within the [Resurrection Society] who have survived since ancient times.

A long time has passed, and heaven knows how much power they have developed in the dark side of the world. No wonder the Wizard World [Resurrection Society], but they just can't be eradicated. Ronan suddenly felt worried, as if a [Catastrophe] might befall them at any moment.

But thinking about how this matter concerned the life and death of the entire Wizard World, it was definitely not his place as a mere Third Level Wizard to worry about. If the sky were to fall, someone taller would naturally hold it up first, and his mood gradually calmed down.

After looking at the forging blueprints in front of him for a while, Ronan carefully put them away along with the [Malice Weapon].

Although Moriel implied that she looked down on both of these things, the extent of their power depends on who they are compared to.

Judging from the effect of the cold-looking man wearing the outfit, Ronan felt that this suit could significantly enhance combat power in the fog, or even at Dawn Rank.

This also reflects the power of the [Abyss Demon].

Five days later, on the azure, mirror-like sea.

The enormous magical spaceship hovered silently, the sea breeze ruffling its white sails, and several seabirds perched on the mast, preening their feathers.

Ronan and Moriel stood high above the deck, facing Beatrice as they bid them farewell.

"I will always cherish the memory of Jasmine during this time."

Beatrice mustered her courage, stepped forward, and wanted to shake hands with Moriel to say goodbye.

Because Ronan unleashed his power to easily defeat level three opponents, the "best friend friendship" between Beatrice and Moriel seemed to have "changed its nature."

After that, Beatrice never dared to approach Moriel again. When she did see her, she was always respectful and cautious. Moriel complained to Ronan more than once about this, saying that he had ruined her last few pleasant days.

Beatrice's initiative to step forward was a display of courage, but it was mainly due to her naive nature.

However, to Ronan's surprise, Moriel smiled slightly at Beatrice's farewell, and then gently hugged her. Beatrice immediately burst into tears.

Ronan noticed a detail: when Moriel hugged Beatrice, a tiny red ladybug, the size of a grain of rice, crawled out from under the fingernail of her right index finger and quietly slipped into Beatrice's collar.

His eyes flickered, but he didn't point it out. The method Moriel secretly used looked like some kind of special mark.

The ship is now located in the East Coast Region, less than ten kilometers from the coastline.

Ronan was heading home in a different direction than Beatrice and the others, so he chose to disembark here ahead of time.

After a brief farewell, Ronan used his mental power to envelop Moriel and soared into the direction he remembered.

"... It is our good fortune to have met them."

The cold-faced man watched the two figures disappear into the distance and said in a low voice with emotion, "The spirits of the Perik Family are protecting you, Beatrice."

Don't let down everyone who has expectations of you. With the legacy and the blueprints, we will one day return to the South and avenge our blood debt to the Voodoo Cult.

Beatrice nodded, still immersed in the faint sadness of parting, and did not speak.

Suddenly, there was a splash as someone fell into the water, and a commotion arose below.

The two looked down and saw that several of the Wizard Apprentice who had been standing on the first deck had suddenly jumped into the water and were swimming vigorously in the direction Ronan and his companion had gone.

There were four people who fell into the water, but three of them gave up after swimming for a short time and turned back. Only one red-haired boy persisted.

"Innocent little ones"

The stern-faced man shook his head upon seeing this, then beckoned to Beatrice, "Let's go."

Beatrice nodded, glanced one last time at the horizon, then turned and left with the cold-faced man.

"There's a little guy who seems to want to follow you."

Between the sea and the sky, in the howling sea breeze, Moriel gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and spoke to Ronan.

Ronan didn't turn around, and simply said, "I know."

His mental power had already detected the figure swimming desperately to catch up with them several kilometers behind them. It was the red-haired boy who had always looked at him with longing and earnest eyes whenever he appeared on the deck.

"That's really interesting."

Moriel suddenly sighed with emotion, saying, "If it weren't for this experience, I probably would never have known that observing the lives of ants could be so interesting."

Ronan glanced at her and suddenly said out of the blue, "You left a mark on Beatrice, so you don't want to end this friendship, do you?"

I misjudged you. I didn't expect you to genuinely consider Beatrice a friend. Let me guess again."

Ronan's gaze swept lightly across Moriel's cheek as he said, "You've always disliked Serena, but the real reason is that you want to be friends with her, right?"

You just don't know what the right way to interact is. Both of you have flaws in your personalities, and you've unwittingly become adversaries. And because you're unwilling to let go of your pride, you're forced to continue this flawed relationship.

"This is probably the dumbest joke I've heard in days."

Moriel narrowed her eyes at Ronan, her expression icy. "This is really not funny at all, you ignorant, arrogant, and self-important ice worm."

Ronan smiled faintly and did not refute further.

The connection between him and Moriel grew stronger with each passing day, and their understanding of each other became deeper and clearer.

Moriel is a contradictory person. On the outside, she looks like a monster with bared teeth and claws, but on the inside, she seems to be more sentimental and softer than anyone else.

She seems indifferent to everything, but she actually cares about many things, she just doesn't want to show it.

She reminded Ronan of a certain fruit. "Enough. Stop with your nonsensical assumptions and guesses about me."

A slight pain in his wrist interrupted Ronan's thoughts. He turned his head and saw Moriel, who had just bitten his hand hard, glaring at him with an unusually fierce look.

Beneath this ferocity lay a sense of shame and anger, as if one had been exposed.

Ronan said nothing, dismissing the thought that had just crossed his mind.

Soon, the two officially reached the shore.

As his feet gently touched the sandy ground of the East Coast, a strange thrill arose in Ronan's heart.

He instantly sensed some subtle changes in his soul, and his eyes gleamed slightly.

"Evaqu wasn't lying to me; if I wanted to resolve the issues in my soul, I really should have come back."

Ronan let out a soft breath.

Before continuing his journey, he used his mental power to scan the figure of the red-haired boy who was still struggling in the waves behind him.

This guy has only swum less than a kilometer so far, but he already looks like he's almost exhausted.

If this continues, there's a high probability that they'll be swallowed by the waves.

Ronan thought for a moment, took out a Rune Stone, engraved something on it, and then casually tossed it away.

Having done all this, he ignored everything behind him and told Moriel to continue on her way.

"Let's go."

"Go for it, Harry! You can do it!"

"You don't want to spend your life in mediocrity, do you?"

"They are all sons of great nobles, and once they return, they will easily possess everything."

But your father is just a gardener! This is your only chance to change your fate!

"Even if it means death, we must hold on!"

In the icy seawater, the red-haired boy, soaked to the bone, struggled to move his limbs and paddle forward.

He didn't jump off the ship on a whim; he had prepared for this plan for a whole week.

He had floats, water, and food to replenish his strength strapped to his body. He didn't know how far he was from the shore, or whether that person would stop to look at him even once. He didn't even know if what he was doing was really meaningful. But this was truly his only chance.

He had no choice but to take a gamble.

"Cough cough cough"

Suddenly, the red-haired boy Harry choked on the seawater and began to cough violently.

Just then, a small wave crashed in, Harry, caught off guard, was swept into the water by the spray.

When he finally managed to struggle to the surface, something terrible happened: because of the accident, all the supplies he was wearing fell into the water.

"Damn it."

At that moment, Harry felt a sense of despair.

However, at that moment, a white streak of light suddenly flew in from afar and landed squarely in Harry's hand.

Harry gripped the falling object tightly in his hand, and as he touched the hard, cold object, a message was transmitted into his mind.

"Demili Plateau"

It is a place name.

Harry looked bewildered, having no idea where he was.

But the next second, a fierce hope ignited in his gray eyes, and a continuous stream of power surged from his body.

"It was given to me by that lord! That lord saw me! He saw me!"

He's willing to give me a chance! Haha!

Harry's heart was filled with sudden ecstasy.

He had seen golden tentacles shatter the "sun" in the sky, and he had seen dozens of miles of sea frozen by a single finger. These were the unparalleled sights he had always dreamed of! Wizard!

He must become a wizard, a wizard as powerful as that great man!

He will survive, and even if he has to travel to every inch of the East Coast, he will find the place that the great man pointed out to him.

The Demili Plateau Demili Plateau!

On a yellow-green earthen slope, two figures on horseback came to a stop.

One of them slowly pulled down his hood, revealing a fair and handsome young face.

"This place... is not far from my home."

Ronan dismounted, squatted down, casually picked a few stalks of Wild Wheat at his feet, and crushed the shriveled grains between his fingers.

"It's time to harvest the Wild Wheat again."

Ronan spoke softly, then stood up and gazed at the undulating plains in the distance.

In the land dotted with jungle, you can see patches of cultivated land, with traces of golden yellow remaining on the soil.

Moriel raised her hand slightly and conjured a few Wild Wheat that Ronan Nanfang had just picked. She curiously put them in her mouth and chewed them a couple of times, but soon spat them out with a look of disgust.

"What is this? Did you live on this every day before you became a wizard?"

"No."

Ronan shook his head. "This is the food that ordinary people eat. I eat much better than this."

"My father was a very demanding lord."

The people under his rule often went hungry because of paying taxes, and could only fill their stomachs with this kind of Wild Wheat that had no nutritional value.

"Let's go."

Ronan calmly led the horse up and said softly, "We'll be home soon."

His words didn't seem to be entirely an explanation to Moriel, but rather a speech to another "self" within his body.