Misha and the Court of Life, Hecate, Harassment and Going Out

After the old man finished reciting the beginning with great emotion, he immediately threw away the parchment in his hand and then pulled out another parchment from the carriage.

So it turns out that the first piece of paper was just filled with his own long, tongue-twisting name.

"Lord Ronan, would you like to hear news from inside or outside the Spirit Lake?"

After taking out the parchment, the old man asked Ronan a question with a serious expression.

Let's begin in the Spirit Lake.

Ronan answered casually.

This monthly news update is one of the perks of being promoted to Dawn.

It was probably created to help the many Dawn Wizards who stayed at home for a long time in the Deep Sea Faction pass the time and provide them with some fun.

"Good."

The old man nodded upon receiving Ronan's reply and quickly began to read:

The 'Mycelium Society,' founded by Valentine, Level Five Wizard of the Deep Sea School, and several others, announced that the 'Brain Trust Spore' cultivation project is about to officially launch. It is understood that this magical spore possesses...

"Next item."

The old man had barely begun when Ronan told him to skip it.

If Ronan remembered correctly, this was the third time he had heard about this news about "Mycelium Society" and "Brain Trust Spore".

It always comes down to "soon," "immediately," or "soon," with "soon" appearing several times before being replaced by "soon."

The effects of Nash "Brain Trust Spore" sound quite tempting, but frankly, they're just a blueprint for the future, and it's uncertain whether they can be realized.

Ronan felt that this was a "tender advertisement" message, intended to attract "investment" for the "Mycelium Society's" experimental project.

"... The spell lab of the Flame Faction wizard Croesus suffered its seventh explosion this month. According to sources, this explosion was caused by..."

"Next item."

"Steven, Level Four Wizard of the Black Moon Faction, has made a new discovery in his star trail observation experiments, but he is currently unwilling to share the specifics of this discovery."

"Next item."

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Ronan kept shouting "Jump!"

The vast majority of the news was useless and boring. After all, a month was far too short for Dawn Wizard. Even if the scope was expanded to the entire Spirit Lake, how many interesting things could possibly come out? It was nothing more than rehashing old news.

"... Misha, a genius from the Deep Sea School, announced this month that he is officially preparing to attempt to become Level Five Wizard. He is confident in this advancement and is certain that he will give birth to a Seven-Star or higher Elemental Spirit."

"Um?!"

Misha is preparing to advance to level five? Ronan's expression shifted slightly; he had finally heard something that piqued his interest.

It's estimated that they're making final preparations for the upcoming competition for the title of the Son of the Deep Sea.

It's definitely something Misha would do to issue a special statement before being promoted, to spread the word far and wide.

Ronan had no doubt that Misha could successfully advance. As for Misha's boast of achieving a level of seven or higher in the Yuanling realm, Ronan shook his head. In any case, no matter what the outcome, there would always be a group of people who would jump out to defend Misha.

He was like a child who grew up on a throne, and no matter what he did, there would be a group of people applauding and cheering.

After quickly hearing all the news from inside the Spirit Lake, the only piece of news that Ronan found valuable, apart from the upcoming promotion of Misha, was that the famous Level Five Wizard genius Carniel of the Flame Faction had clashed with a veteran Level Five Wizard. The two had agreed to a duel, but the outcome was unknown.

"Let's continue."

Ronan gestured to the old man who was "reading the newspaper," and the old man took out a small water bottle to moisten his throat before continuing with the next round of "news reporting" without stopping.

"... Garcia Alba, a member of the Alba Royal Family of the Life Empire, remains missing to this day."

Along with Garcia Alba, the third set of Life Armor from the Life Royal Court also disappeared.

The current Alba King has increased the bounty on Garcia Alba and the Life Armor he carries to "hunt down and exterminate the remnants of the Ancient Wizard World Destruction Society throughout the entire territory of the Life Royal Court."

The first message outside the Spirit Lake of the Life Royal Court caused Ronan's heart to flutter slightly.

He couldn't help but think of Serena, Serena was one of the royal members of the Life Empire.

During the Talent Competition, the Ancient Wizard Revival Society havoc in the South, and Serena was their primary target. It's unknown whether she ultimately escaped their pursuit.

I just learned from the news that another member of the royal family of the Life Royal Court seems to have been murdered by the Ancient Wizard Revival Society Garcia Alba and Serena. Ronan thought to himself as he continued to listen to the old man's recitation.

"The leadership of the Eighth Wizard Legion of the Tangista Empire has changed. The Sacaz Wizard Group of the Tangista Empire has released the first ten pages of the manuscript 'The Sacaz Fire'."

"The Wizard Heart Hall."

"Bang!"

As Ronan was listening, a muffled sound suddenly rang out in the distance, startling the old man into a halt. Ronan looked up, gazing in the direction of the spatial entrance, and his brows furrowed as if he had thought of something.

"Make a copy of the remaining message for me, and you can leave now."

He whispered to the old man.

The latter seemed unusually timid, nodding repeatedly. He copied the message he hadn't finished reading inside the carriage for Ronan, then hurriedly drove the carriage away, breaking through space.

Ronan rose from the barren grass, his body flashing with silver light. When he reappeared, he was at the portal to the space.

"Bang!"

A loud, muffled thud sounded again, and the portal in front of them suddenly lit up with densely packed runes, rippling across the surface.

It sounded like someone was banging on the door from the outside! Ronan stretched out a finger and gently swiped it horizontally across the light gate, which opened.

He looked at the person outside the portal who was raising their hand as if to smash the door, and said calmly, "Hathaway, you're here again."

"If you keep refusing, I'll keep coming."

The newcomer said something nonchalantly, then forcefully pushed past him and strode in as if it were his own home.

Ronan looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, with chestnut hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and wearing a wizard's hat with black lace trim, and a deep sense of helplessness appeared on his face.

Upon closer inspection, one would notice a striking resemblance between the beautiful woman and Madam Mel, the Level Five Wizard he had met at his promotion celebration banquet.

The beautiful women often imitated Madam Mel's movements and expressions; if you ignored the subtle differences in their hair and eye colors, they looked like sisters.

"It's still the same old story, a monotonous and boring sight."

A beautiful witch named Hathaway entered Ronan's space and immediately made her assessment without any politeness.

Ronan seemed not to hear her, but simply looked at her calmly and said, "I've told you many times already, the request you're making is completely impossible for me."

"You"

Hathaway suddenly clenched her fists in front of him, but her tone softened in a second.

"Damien, I'm begging you."

"For over a hundred years, Grandma has only ever been interested in you."

Hathaway clasped her hands together, tilting her head up like a Persian cat, looking at him pitifully. "And her 1325th birthday is just around the corner, I really, really need a gift that will surprise her."

"I'm not your gift."

Ronan refused firmly, walked past Hathaway, and headed into the space.

"Perhaps you could think of other ideas, such as a cake you bake yourself or a scarf you knit yourself. I think Madam Mel would be just as touched."

Do you think I haven't thought of any of these things?

Hathaway darted in front of him in the blink of an eye, blocking him again.

This time, she adopted a fierce expression, as if threatening, "I've already done everything you can think of."

This year, right now, all my Grandma needs is you, a partner to fill the emptiness in her heart!

"Then I'll be your grandfather."

Ronan frowned and said in a slightly cold tone, "Have you considered this issue?"

"It doesn't matter."

Hathaway appeared nonchalant, waving her hand and saying, "I've had many grandfathers. You're not the first, and you won't be the last."

Ronan was utterly speechless.

"Promise me, and I swear you will receive unimaginable benefits."

Hathaway looked at him with bright eyes, then suddenly said softly in a rather ambiguous tone, "It's not just from my Grandma, it's from me too."

As she spoke, she deliberately lifted the hem of her long skirt, revealing her snow-white thighs clad in black lace stockings, as if to seduce Ronan.

Ronan slowly narrowed his eyes. "Bang!"

The violent gust of air made Hathaway instinctively close her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, all that was left in front of her was a small door that was tightly closed.

"Damn it!"

Hathaway gritted her teeth and slammed her fists against the small door twice. When she realized it was futile, her once lively and pretty face slowly turned gloomy.

"You're putting on airs with me. What makes you think you're superior to a foreign wizard with a soul aptitude of only three stars who barely managed to advance to level four by sheer luck? Just because of that cowardly and incompetent old man, Heliodore?"

Snort!"

Hathaway sneered at the portal, "When you realize that even taking one more step forward is incredibly difficult, let's see how you beg me then!"

After saying that, she turned and left with a cold expression.

Meanwhile, in the Secret Realm Space just a door away.

Ronan muttered to himself thoughtfully, "Looks like I'll have to go into hiding for a while..."

Hathaway is Madam Mel's most beloved granddaughter and is also a Level Four Dawn Wizard.

Regardless of her background, status, or experience, Ronan couldn't do anything to her.

She kept harassing him, making it impossible for Ronan to focus on his spiritual practice.

"I was just planning to search for clues about the next Holy Shrine and also to accelerate the maturation of the [Secret Chrysalis] Light Chrysalis for Itai evolution, both of which require Magic Crystal."

After a brief consideration, Ronan called Arrietty over and gave her a few words of advice before leaving his residence and heading towards the edge of the Spirit Lake.