Elements Sing for You, Madam Mel

Before him lay an extremely luxurious hall.

Starlight flowed beneath his feet, and blooming flowers and scattered crystals were everywhere. In the center of the hall, there was a fountain and a pool. Fairy waiters carrying wine and food flew around busily. Wizards dressed in various robes or formal attire chatted and drank with each other, occasionally letting out lighthearted laughter. Ronan's first reaction was to wonder if he had come to the wrong place.

He tried to find Heliodore in the crowd, but was spotted first by a witch with white hair wearing a red pointed hat, who pointed at him and shouted.

"Look everyone, who's here? Our star of the night!"

The Red Hat Witch's clear and melodious voice immediately drew everyone's attention in the entire hall.

Ronan was caught off guard; every face that appeared before him was unfamiliar, yet it displayed a warmth and kindness he had never seen before.

Everyone was looking at him, smiling, and raising their glasses to him.

The Red Hat Witch had shouted loudly looked at him with eyes that seemed to love him to the core, her arms crossed.

"What an outstanding and handsome young man, Heliodore. Is this the disciple you have chosen? Thank goodness, you have a good eye for talent this time."

Ronan finally spotted Heliodore in the crowd. Whether it was from the alcohol or his mood, Heliodo's cheeks and nose were flushed, and he winked at Ronan while giving him a sly smile.

Suddenly, the Red Hat Witch rushed forward, reaching out as if to touch Ronan's face, but stopped abruptly just before getting close. Then, she flipped her hand, and a cluster of dazzling magical fireworks bloomed between her five fingers.

"The Elements Sing for You"

The magical fireworks transformed into countless glowing feathers that gently drifted down.

The Red Hat Witch stood before Ronan, arms outstretched, eyes downturned, smiling kindly.

"Welcome to Dawn. Ronan Damien."

In an instant, a beautiful melody began to play, and one by one, glowing little figures with wings on their backs, carrying harps and accordions, emerged. Fragrant wine and colorful candies sprayed from the fountain in the center of the hall.

The wizards laughed and began to sing and dance with abandon.

In a very short time, the light that had gathered around Ronan was dispersed.

Ronan felt a strange sense of emotion. The scene before him reminded him of when he was promoted to a full wizard. Back then, only a flock of owls congratulated him, and one of them had a card that read "Welcome to the World of Mist," which he still keeps to this day.

Clearly, this grand banquet was secretly organized by Heliodore to celebrate his ascension to the Dawn.

Ronan couldn't quite describe his feelings. Just then, the beautiful witch he had previously "pushed" away twisted her supple waist, trying to get closer to him.

He shook his head in refusal, and the beautiful witch could only walk away, even more resentfully.

"Your soul age is probably no more than fifty, yet you're so mature for your age that you don't seem like a young person at all."

Heliodore walked up, holding a glass of light red wine, with a pretty third-level witch on each side of him, their arms linked intimately.

"That's just too boring."

Heliodore raised his glass, took a sip, and shook his head at him. "Life can't just be about meditation and studying."

Before Ronan could speak, the Red Hat Witch who had congratulated him earlier had already come up and naturally took Ronan's hand, intertwining their fingers tightly like lovers.

"Not everyone is like you, Old Beaver!"

The Red Hat Witch's voice was clear and melodious, more pleasant than that of a sixteen-year-old girl, and she looked just like a young girl.

But Ronan could clearly sense the powerful aura of a Level Five Wizard emanating from her. He let her hold his hand, just like any obedient and sensible junior.

I really like his personality and his appearance.

She looks almost exactly like my thirty-second husband.

The Red Hat Witch looked at Ronan with a smile and gently smoothed a stray strand of hair from his temple.

Heliodore seemed quite used to the Red Hat Witch's behavior, shaking his head and asking casually, "Where are Nistan and the others? Why are you the only one here?"

The Red Hat Witch casually remarked, "There's a little girl Bilin Jones from the Black Moon region who also happens to be having her promotion celebration banquet on the same day; they chose to go there."

Heliodore's eyes flickered. "That kid with an eight-star soul aptitude? Why didn't you go over there?"

"You know, I've never liked Black Moon Faction gatherings; the atmosphere is so oppressive it's like a funeral."

The Red Hat Witch looked at Ronan with "affection" and said with a smile, "It turns out that my choice was absolutely right."

After saying that, she patted Ronan's hand, released her clasped fingers from his, and gently kissed his cheek.

"Alright, the time is up to you two, master and apprentice. I still need to wander around and see if there are any of my favorite berries left. I'll remember you, little Ronan."

The Red Hat Witch winked at Ronan, and like a young girl experiencing her first love, she walked away with a cheerful gait.

The two level-three witches who were standing next to Heliodore also "wisely" followed.

Ronan suddenly felt a slight itch on his face, which had just been kissed by the Red Hat Witch. He reached out and scratched it, and saw a bright red lip print fall into his hand like a maple leaf.

"It's clear that Madam Mel really likes you."

Heliodore looked at the lip print in Ronan's hand and said, "If you don't mind her age, you can try taking this to her after the party. She's always been a very generous person, especially when she's in a good mood."

Ronan pursed his lips and casually put the lip print into his Space Ring.

Heliodore noticed his attitude, smiled, and didn't continue the topic. Instead, he asked in a relaxed tone, "So? Are you satisfied with my arrangement? Give him a glass of 'Water Dragon Tongue'... You're not going to not even drink any alcohol, are you?"

Ronan reached out and took a glass of wine from the fairy waiter summoned by Heliodore, and gently clinked glasses with Heliodore.

"I'm so surprised. Thank you, mentor."

Ronan thanked him earnestly, then downed the drink in one gulp.

The strong effects of the alcohol surged from his stomach instantly, giving Ronan a slight dizziness, but it was quickly dispelled by the powerful physique of the [[Immaculate Body]], and his complexion returned to normal.

Ronan casually handed the empty wine glass to the waiting fairy waiter and said calmly, "These people are probably only here to celebrate for me because of my teacher."

Heliodore and said in a low voice, "Recruiting disciples is such a grand event, but in the end, only Mell was willing to come as a Level 5 disciple. What face do I have left?"

"Never mind that, let me see your Elemental Spirit Light."

Heliodore changed the subject, reaching out his free hand toward Ronan's forehead.

Ronan released his Spiritual Force Field, considering how much to open the dark gold sphere in his mind, when Heliodore's fingers lightly touched his brow and then withdrew.

"It's a little bit better than I expected."

Heliodore looked at him with a rather satisfied expression.

"Well"

Ronan didn't know what to say.

Heliodore, however, casually tossed several rune crystals at him.

"Here are some of my insights on practice after passing Level 4, which should be helpful to you."

"Thank you, teacher."

Ronan was taken aback, then respectfully accepted the items.

"It's just a little bit of insignificant experience. Among the Level Five Wizard in Spirit Lake, I'm probably one of the least skilled at cultivation."

Heliodore shook his head and said, "You can keep an eye on it for now. If I can get something better later, I'll give it to you."

There's no rush.

Anyway, you're still young, and you have a full thousand years to do these things slowly.

"You should start learning Magic Potion Studies as soon as possible. I will begin formal instruction with you in a while."

Ronan listened attentively, nodding occasionally.

From the moment Ronan officially embarked on his wizarding journey, the only ones who could truly be called Ronan teachers were Bennigo Heliodore.

Alazan is barely half a member.

After the promotion banquet, Heliodore's attitude towards Ronan seemed to have changed again, and he took him much more seriously.

He instructed Ronan on everything in great detail, like a true teacher.

Only after he finished speaking about the last thing did he wave his hand, leaving Ronan behind as he walked to the side.

While Ronan was still processing what Heliodore had just said, a figure darted up to him.

It was a slightly overweight young man, also a Level Four Wizard. He began by congratulating Ronan on his advancement, then said, "Lord Damien, on behalf of the Wizard Malone, I extend my congratulations to you..."

Before the slightly overweight wizard could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an indifferent voice.

"Congratulations on becoming a member of Dawn, Damien."

The sudden sound made Ronan and the slightly overweight wizard turn their heads to look. They saw a handsome young man in a magnificent robe, exuding an air of nobility, striding confidently toward them like a master.

"Zorn."

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly as he called out the other person's name.

Zorn nodded slightly, then smiled and raised his glass to Ronan. "Misha was very pleased to hear about your successful promotion."

"Thank you so much for your help, Misha."

Ronan said in a "sincere" tone.

The slightly overweight wizard standing nearby overheard their conversation and his expression changed slightly.

"So you were already recruited by Misha a long time ago."

He left dejectedly.

Zorn watched the slightly overweight wizard's departing figure, letting out a slightly disdainful snort. He turned around and spoke to Ronan with a smile, "Neither of us misjudged you."

You did not disappoint Misha.

Ronan shook his head with a look of "shame".

Zorn seemed unusually pleased with Ronan's attitude. He casually pulled a thin blue card from his pocket and handed it to Ronan.

"There are Contribution Points here, which should be enough for you to exchange for the fourth-level spells you want to learn in the Spell Repository."

Misha asked me to give this to you as a gift to celebrate your successful promotion.

Ronan was initially taken aback, then delighted, and finally, overwhelmed with gratitude, accepted the card from Zorn, exclaiming excitedly, "Praise be to Misha! Thank you Misha!"

Zorn nodded slowly, his expression increasingly satisfied.

Ronan was generous with his gratitude and appreciation for Misha.

He deliberately steered the conversation between him and Zorn toward Misha, and managed to extract a lot of information about Misha from Zorn.

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