Wish List, Legacy

"There's a girl who said she came with you; she's outside right now."

The girl Felesha Earl was referring to was Moriel, who had waited until everything was settled on Ronan's side before coming up.

Moriel's beauty and demeanor were so outstanding that no one dared to stop her, and she traveled without hindrance.

"He is my friend."

Ronan nodded, Felesha Earl breathed a sigh of relief before continuing, "... It's all been found out. These damned 'bandits' were originally members of a group called the 'Xiafeng Adventure Group,' who used the guise of standing up for the common people to rob nobles and support the wizard in their group. Those bastards, always claiming to be fighting for justice, were really just after Gold Coin. Five years ago, that blacksmith named Dick even offered his own wife to pay off his debts. He was nothing but a complete gambler and drunkard."

Felesha Earl spoke through gritted teeth, but Ronan had no interest in such matters. He slightly raised his hand to interrupt Felesha Earl, and then strolled over to a group of thugs who were bound and kneeling in front of a pile of corpses. Everyone who passed by them had an undisguised look of hatred on their face.

Ferresher's personal guards suffered heavy casualties in this battle, including two of his strongest knight-level warriors. Ronan even remembered one of them; if he remembered correctly, the other had taught "himself" swordsmanship when they were young.

The members of the Xiafeng Adventure Group, led by the burly man from the Black Tower, were all here, like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The wizard in the black robes then revealed his true form, which turned out to be a woman with a large black birthmark on her face and an ugly appearance.

The woman knelt on the ground, her body beneath the black robe still trembling uncontrollably. Her performance was even worse than that of the mercenaries from the Xiafeng Adventure Group under her command. It wasn't that she lacked mental fortitude, but rather that only she truly understood the terrifying nature of the handsome young man standing before them.

Compared to her opponent, she, Level Four Wizard apprentice, was like a firefly under the scorching sun, feeling as if she would be forcibly "melted" at any moment.

"Name?"

Ronan's gaze fell on the woman, and he spoke calmly.

The woman answered, trembling, "Sandrine, Sandrine Anne Kesarkin."

Ronan asked a few simple questions and learned that the woman named Sandrine came from the neighboring kingdom. She was an orphan who had saved a dying Wandering Wizard when she was young. After the wizard's death, she naturally inherited his mantle and then cultivated herself to her current level through self-study.

According to Sandrine, there is a wizarding organization called "Guild" on the East Coast, whose influence extends to all the kingdoms on the East Coast. There are many wizards like her in the "Guild," and she can exchange worldly wealth for certain cultivation resources.

After all, most wizards who choose to live in the secular world need Gold Coin to support their enjoyment.

However, because the "guild" has clear rules that wizards are not allowed to use their power to interfere with the secular world, and will be severely punished if they violate them, Sandrine chose to "cooperate" with the adventurer group to rob nobles.

"I didn't know that such a great being as you existed on this land."

Sandrine sighed deeply, burying her head between her knees.

Sandrine had seen the most powerful wizards, but their spiritual power was less than one ten-thousandth of that of the person before her.

Ronan listened quietly as Sandrine finished speaking, nodded slightly, and then looked at her calmly.

Do you still want to live?

Sandrine looked up abruptly. "What do I need to give you in return?"

What do you think?

Sandrine reacted quickly, rushing to Ronan's feet and kissing the soil beneath him, while simultaneously chanting the incantation to sign Soul Contract.

The members of the Xiafeng Adventure Group kneeling behind Sandrine understood Sandrine meaning and also knelt forward, vying to declare, "We can also pledge our loyalty, sir, we..."

"Whoosh—"

A slight whooshing sound rang out, and the shouts of the group of adventurers, led by the burly man from the Black Tower, immediately ceased. They all collapsed to the ground, each with a small, round hole between their eyebrows, from which thick blood flowed.

Ronan casually put away the Itai had transformed into flying needles, took out the cowbell "Bone Bell," and collected the souls of the group, using them as food for the ghostly boy Aihaxia inside the cowbell.

After completing the remaining Master and Servant contract with Sandrine, the matter was considered closed.

The reason he didn't kill Sandrine was because he saw that she had good potential. Her soul was still young, yet she was able to reach the level of a fourth-level apprentice through self-study. This might not be anything special in the Southern Wizard World, but it was quite rare on the East Coast.

Wizards have long lifespans, Sandrine can protect the Daimien Family for a very long time.

As for the Black Tower strongmen and others, their loyalty would be even higher if they were made into undead puppets, so there was no need to keep them.

After accepting Sandrine, Ronan noticed that the paused changes within his body had resumed.

Clearly, "protecting the family" was also one of the obsessions of the predecessor "Ronan".

Ronan felt like his soul was a pot of thick soup, and what he had to do now was to slowly stir and melt the remaining bits of butter in the soup.

After doing all this, Ronan turned to look at the Daimien Family members who were waiting beside him.

His gaze swept over them, and many people tensed up.

Ronan saw faces, some familiar and some unfamiliar, his memories swirling in his mind. Finally, he stopped looking at a beautiful woman who was staring intently at him, her lips tightly pressed together, her eyes filled with excitement yet trying hard not to show it.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly as he walked step by step toward the beautiful woman.

Upon reaching the beautiful woman, he softly said, "Mother."

In an instant, tears welled up in the beautiful woman's eyes, and she hugged him tightly, bursting into tears.

As night fell, the castle banquet hall was brightly lit.

A magnificent long table covered with red cloth was filled with all kinds of food.

Ronan quietly savored each dish in front of him, pausing briefly with his eyes closed after each bite to appreciate its flavor.

Moriel sat next to him, eating heartily without any airs of a noble lady.

Felesha Earl and the elegant woman with her chestnut hair styled in an updo did not touch their knives and forks, but simply watched the two of them.

When he finished the last dish he had been longing for, Ronan let out a soft sigh.

The moment he put down his knife and fork, he seemed to become a little more "clear" from the inside out, but only Ronan himself could feel this incredible thing.

"Ronan".

Seeing that Ronan had finished his meal, Felesha Earl, who was sitting opposite him, tentatively called out his name.

His son, whom he hadn't seen for six years, returned with an irresistible force, and he hadn't yet found his place in this "unfamiliar" relationship.

"Father, please speak."

Ronan calmly watched as Felesha Earl spoke, but the latter seemed quite reserved.

"I've already given the orders. Starting tomorrow, everyone in the Damien family will come to see you and the artist you requested, and they're already on their way."

Felesha Earl recounted the matters Ronan had instructed him on one by one. If an uninformed bystander were present, they would hardly recognize this as a conversation between father and son; it would seem more like a subordinate reporting to a superior.

Ronan was well aware of this, but he didn't care.

From the moment he stepped into the castle, the memories belonging to his predecessor "Ronan" constantly provided him with all sorts of strange and bizarre revelations, trivial and complicated.

If all of these things were written down on paper, it would probably be a very long "Wish List".

He could only patiently complete them one by one.

After Felesha Earl finished speaking, he looked at Ronan and hesitated before asking, "Now that you've returned, will you leave again?"

"Certainly."

Ronan nodded. "I can only stay for a while, and after this trip, I probably won't be back for a long time. However, before I leave, I will try my best to arrange everything."

Felesha Earl's face immediately showed disappointment.

Although he didn't know much about wizarding matters, judging from the almost prostrate attitude of the witch from the Xiafeng Adventure Group towards Ronan, his second son might have already climbed to a very high position in the wizarding world.

If the other party were willing to stay, he couldn't even imagine how prosperous the Daimien Family would become.

Unfortunately, the sound of a woman softly sobbing could be heard in the hall.

Ronan turned his head and quietly looked at the dignified and beautiful woman wiping away tears with a handkerchief on one side of the long table.

He thought for a moment, then finally couldn't help but speak, "Mother."

The beautiful woman stopped crying, looked up at him with red eyes.

Where is Lier?

Ronan said a name.

The Felesha Earl had seven wives, and that number grew to twelve during the six years Ronan was away from home.

With a large Daimien Family of children, the people that the former "Ronan" cared about most, besides Felesha Earl and his birth mother, were probably his sister Lier, who had always been his closest friend since childhood.

When he was in the south, he often received letters from her. The last time he received a letter, he learned that she was about to get engaged.

Lier was also one of the strongest obsessions of the former "Ronan".

Since returning this time, Ronan has not seen her yet. He guesses that she may have already gotten married, and judging by the timing, it's about right.

However, when Ronan asked her questions, the dignified and beautiful woman suddenly fell silent.

Felesha Earl's expression also became somewhat strange.

Ronan sensed something was wrong and frowned slightly, only to hear Felesha Earl sigh softly and say, "Lier died last summer."

In an instant, all the candlelight in the brightly lit castle hall, which was as bright as day, went out.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became incredibly oppressive.

Moriel, who had been eating, suddenly stopped, looked up, and stared at Ronan with a strange look in her eyes.

In the dim light, Ronan's face remained expressionless, and he looked extremely calm.

But at this moment.

Moriel seemed to hear a crisp sound of something breaking quietly echoing in her heart.

The days in the Earl Territory passed slowly and peacefully, like a river covered with fallen leaves in late autumn.

The Daimien Family's preparations for the "Winter Hunt" to celebrate the harvest were quite different from previous years, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

The entire castle fell silent. The people living inside the castle spoke in hushed tones and slowed their pace as much as possible, as if afraid of disturbing someone's presence.

The afternoon sun of autumn shone through the dark green leaves of the Virginia creeper onto the wall, but it had little warmth.

A group of well-dressed children, around seven or eight years old, huddled together, standing on a support made of several discarded bricks and stones, their eyes wide with curiosity as they peered through the window.

The room was quiet, with only a painter with a long braid busy at his easel. The children's attention, however, was not on the colorful paints, but on the man sitting opposite the painter, quietly flipping through a book.

The children couldn't make out the man's features, only catching a glimpse of a pure black robe embroidered with silver trim.

The robe seemed to have light constantly flowing across it, and it appeared to be surrounded by many shimmering lights, like the starry sky of a midsummer night, full of mysterious and profound colors.

The children became engrossed in watching, and after some time, a coughing sound rang out.

Startled, one of the boys accidentally fell off a rock, and all the children scattered in panic.

"It's all right now."

Sweating profusely, the artist put down his brush and stammered nervously.

Upon hearing the sound, Ronan gently closed the book, stood up, and slowly walked over to examine the other person's work.

On the newly painted canvas, a handsome and serene young man dressed in a wizard's robe was depicted.

He only bears about five or six points of resemblance to Ronan himself.

It's hard to say whether he's satisfied or not. With Ronan's current level of mental strength, even if he tries his best to control it, the force field naturally emanating from his body will distort the light, making it impossible for ordinary people to see the details of his facial features.

It's quite remarkable that the painter could paint his portrait so well while they were in the same room.

A soft knock sounded, Felesha Earl pushed the door open and entered.

Ronan nodded slightly, and the painter beside him immediately left with his easel as if he had been granted a pardon.

Felesha Earl walked over, glanced at the painting Ronan was holding, and then spoke to him in a low voice.

The two left the room quickly.

Continue forward, then descend the castle stairs, finally stopping in front of a secret room.

This is a newly excavated underground chamber. Even though it has undergone multiple renovations, the air is still filled with the slightly damp smell of decaying soil.

Ronan casually raised his hand, and a beam of light shone from his fingertips, illuminating the entire secret chamber as if it were daytime.

Felesha Earl tactfully stopped at the door, turned and left, leaving him alone there.

Ronan slowly walked in, glancing around the underground chamber—the space wasn't large, only about thirty square meters, and it was completely empty, with nothing but bare stone walls on all four sides.

Everything was as he requested.

Ronan showed a slight look of satisfaction, then gently flicked his hand, sending a bunch of things flying out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, his spiritual energy spread out, enveloping the materials, and quickly disappeared into the surrounding stone walls.

Soon, the sound of falling stones echoed from the surrounding stone walls, and strange, twisted runes began to appear. These runes were densely packed and covered almost the entire stone wall space, eventually converging at Ronan's feet.

As Ronan embedded the high-level magic stones he had prepared into several specific energy slots, the entire Rune Array quickly began to operate, with lines lighting up, adding a mysterious and profound touch to the small secret room.

After doing all this, Ronan gently shook out the completely dry canvas in his hands.