Anglie's "Feminization," Recruitment, and a Polite Refusal

"The rest of the time is for you young people."

Narros smiled and glanced at Ronan and the person beside him, then turned his back, his figure suddenly becoming distant and blurry.

Two pale silver threads emerged from beneath his robes, rapidly spreading along an invisible path, closing into a circle behind Ronan, encompassing both of them.

A semi-transparent spherical barrier rose up, as if Narros had created a separate little space specifically for the two of them, but it also prevented Ronan from leaving.

"Should I call you Misha Tirions, or Ronan Damien?"

A young woman's soft laughter broke the silence within the barrier, and Ronan's gaze slowly fell upon the person in front of him.

The wide black robe couldn't hide her tall and slender figure, and she wore a strange mask with black and gold patterns on her face.

The person who stepped out from behind Narros, claiming to be an old friend of Ronan, was none other than the Ghost Flower Society Witch who had fought with Ronan not long ago in the "Holy Grail Proof" trial.

A sense of familiarity arose again at this moment, Ronan frowned slightly.

Thanks to the Prophet Eve's methods of concealment, not many people know his true identity. Apart from those who were close to him in the Deep Sea of Spirit Lake, the rest are only some "old friends" from the south.

Looking at the mysterious woman in front of him, Ronan had a vague guess in his mind, but he couldn't confirm it.

Fortunately, the other party did not intend to make him guess any further, and soon reached out and gently removed the hood from his head and the mask from his face.

When that head of deep brown wavy hair fell from the collar of the robe, it revealed a face that was neither beautiful nor ugly, but had a pair of rare wine-red eyes that gave it a sinister air.

The answer in Ronan's mind finally became clear, and along with it came a strong sense of disbelief and shock.

"Anglie?! Anglie Leo!"

Ronan, his eyes wide with surprise, blurted out, "You're actually a woman?"

"Of course not."

Anglie, whose facial features were much softer than before, and whose appearance, figure and even the fluctuations of her soul clearly showed feminine characteristics, Anglie and said with some helplessness, "It's just... a little accident happened."

He habitually reached out and flicked his hair, which for a moment revealed an indescribable charm and allure. However, the next moment, he turned pale and muttered a few curses.

"Oh, this damn instinctive habit."

Ronan stared blankly at Anglie, who had been completely "feminized," and the slight apprehension and hostility he had felt earlier vanished upon seeing Anglie's "helpless and embarrassed" appearance.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Is it because of the Alien Soul inside you?

To be honest Anglie, I suddenly don't find you so annoying anymore.

Evaqu had told Ronan that an ancient and powerful Alien Soul was hidden within Anglie.

Having already mastered the basics of "Spirit Heart Amber," Ronan's sensitivity to the soul far surpasses that of Evaqu in his early days. After Anglie completely shed his disguise, he was naturally able to sense the abnormality in Anglie's current soul state.

Chaos, disorder, evil.

He seemed to be desperately suppressing something, and that being he was suppressing might be the culprit that caused his gender transformation.

"Shut up, Ronan."

Anglie spoke to Ronan with a cold expression.

The change in his voice made his words sound somewhat coquettish, and thinking of the image of Anglie in his mind, Ronan suddenly got goosebumps.

"Alright."

Ronan suppressed the urge to laugh and looked at Anglie with feigned seriousness, speaking calmly, "Let's get down to business. What is the purpose of Narros bringing you here to see me?"

"I thought your first question would be why I joined the Ghost Flower Society?"

Anglie winked at Ronan. After being feminized, he would unconsciously make some feminine gestures, and he was usually the first to notice it, then he would show an expression of extreme self-loathing.

Ronan found his contradictory and conflicted behavior amusing and shook his head. "I wouldn't be surprised no matter what identity you appear in front of me."

When Lindis of the Ancient Wizard World Destruction Society wreaked havoc in the south, it was only after the incident subsided that he learned that Lewis, a spy for the Ancient Wizard World Destruction Society, had ultimately died at the hands of Anglie.

After betraying the Whispering Forest and the Black Nightmare Swamp, Anglie has once again become a "traitor" to the Ancient Wizard World Destruction Society.

This guy is born to stir up trouble, like Ancient Fallen Crow who finds pleasure in provoking chaos and conflict. The Ghost Flower Society will not be his final destination. Who knows what identity he will appear in front of Ronan next time they meet, and who knows if Narros knows about this aspect of his personality.

"Looks like you know me better than I thought... huh..."

Anglie chuckled, instinctively wanting to let out a coquettish laugh, but he forced it back. Then, under Ronan's strangely indescribable gaze, he finally realized that continuing like this would only make him look even more "embarrassing." So, with a cold face, he quickly said, "You should be able to guess the purpose."

Narros wants you to join him.

Just as I expected.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly.

Back in the Minotaur's Maze, Narros made no attempt to hide his admiration and attempts to recruit him, but he ignored it.

Of course, Narros's feelings at that time were not very strong. Narros's appreciation for him at that time came more from his gratitude for helping him get out of trouble. If he didn't appreciate it, so be it.

As a powerful figure of the Twilight Level, he couldn't possibly be chasing after a mere Level Four Wizard, begging to join his ranks.

But now the situation is different. He has achieved the rare Nine Star Elemental Spirit, which naturally makes him much more important in Narros's eyes.

Ronan thought for a moment, then asked, "What is Narros's purpose in establishing the Ghost Flower Society?"

"I can't tell you that."

Anglie smiled slightly, then changed the subject and said in a low voice, "But I can tell you a little bit."

Anglie extended his hand and gestured downwards to Ronan.

Middle Ring Continent?!

Ronan instantly understood.

Yes, Narros, the Twilight Rank wizard, is most likely not an indigenous wizard from Upper Ring; he is probably from Middle Ring.

He wanted to go back, but he wasn't fully prepared.

During the long years he was imprisoned in the Minotaur's Endless Labyrinth, he must have lost a great deal, and it was clear that one person's strength was not enough to take it all back.

Therefore, he established the Ghost Flower Society, intending to recruit promising talents and build his own powerful force.

"So, what are the benefits?"

Ronan narrowed his eyes and asked casually.

"Benefit."

Anglie smiled brightly, and her originally rather ordinary appearance instantly became charming and radiant.

"Then you'll have to talk to him in detail."

As soon as Anglie finished speaking, the magical barrier around the two of them automatically fell down. Narros stepped in lightly, and Anglie, quite tactfully, took two steps back, handing over the right to speak.

"I won't impose any restrictions on you."

Narros's gentle gaze fell on Ronan.

"We can be like real friends; whatever you need, I will give you."

Of course, I hope you will lend me a helping hand when I need it.

Narros's tone was calm, yet it revealed an unparalleled sincerity and frankness. Combined with his identity as Twilight Wizard, every word he spoke was deeply moving.

Ronan couldn't help but be moved by the Olive Branch of friendship extended by a true Twilight Level wizard.

With a powerful ally of Twilight Level, Ronan's path ahead will undoubtedly become much smoother.

Moreover, Narros's act of "giving a ring" to Ronan in the Minotaur's Maze proved his relatively upright character, and the promise he is making to Ronan now still carries considerable weight.

Ronan fell into deep thought.

Narros did not urge him, but stood quietly, waiting for his answer.

After a moment, Ronan looked up, his expression hesitant, and slowly said, "I may not be able to give you a definite answer right now."

No matter how convincing Narros's character may seem, everything about him remains too mysterious to Ronan.

His identity and origins, the reason he was imprisoned in the Minotaur's Endless Labyrinth, and what he wanted Ronan to face together.

Even Narros's true stance in this unrest that is about to affect the entire Ronan Upper Ring is unclear.

Before he understood many things, Ronan dared not easily tie himself to a war machine with an unknown objective.

Ronan tried to express his refusal as tactfully as possible. He saw the strange smile gradually spreading across Anglie's face and was prepared to accept any consequences.

But to his surprise, Narros remained calm, and his gaze toward Ronan even softened.

"You're right, my dear Misha, or Ronan."

Narros said, "You definitely need more time to think and make decisions. I'm very pleased with your composure and how much you value my attitude."

"Thanks."

Ronan felt a little relieved; it turned out that Narros was indeed a gentleman, at least in appearance.

"As a friend, I'd like to remind you of one more thing."

At this moment, Narros suddenly spoke.

Ronan looked up in surprise. "What?"

Narros glanced back and said calmly, "I don't know where you're going, but the road ahead won't be easy."

The methods of the Prophecy Wizard behind you, and your false identity, allowed you to avoid a large part of the trouble.

But there will always be someone who can accurately find you. After all, you are a Supreme Nine Star Elemental Spirit, and there are too many people who don't want you to live well.

You need to be mentally prepared.

Ronan's expression grew solemn, and he slowly nodded his thanks to Narros.

"We will meet again."

After saying that, Narros smiled and made a gesture to step aside to let him pass.

Ronan gave him and Anglie a deep look, then turned back to the Ancient Thunder Eagle Eris.

Eris flapped his wings, transforming into a black shadow streaked by lightning, and sped past the two of them.

"Nine Star Elemental Spirit... Incredible"

That's amazing, truly amazing!

Above the clouds, Narros watched until the shadow of the Ancient Thunder Eagle completely vanished before turning his gaze to Anglie beside him, a smile playing on his lips. With a complex expression, he slowly spoke, "Who would have thought that a small Upper Ring Continent could simultaneously produce two Nine Star Elemental Spirit possessors?"

"Is that so, Leo?"

"I'm nowhere near as good as him."

Anglie shook his head and said modestly, "I'm at most an eight-and-a-half-star."

I'd guess they're about the same as that Juventus team.

"The world cycles, the Third Ring recombine."

Narros muttered to himself, "I seem to see signs that this prophecy is about to come true. Otherwise, it's hard to explain why you people are appearing one after another."

After a few breaths, Narros's expression returned to calm. He looked at Anglie and casually asked, "Where was the next fragment you were going to collect again?"

"Mogu..#$%"

Anglie's lips moved, quickly uttering a strange and difficult syllable, like the name of an ancient place.

"Let's go then."

Narros casually said, "I'll accompany you one more time. If the Shadow Dragon Bloodline within you is replenished, there might still be a chance to change your gender back."

Hearing Narros's words, Anglie sighed helplessly and said, "I hope so. This awkward feeling is really annoying."

As they spoke, their figures gradually faded in the sky until they disappeared completely, like smoke blown away by the wind.

"Someone's coming to ambush me?!"

On the back of the Ancient Thunder Eagle, Ronan recalled the warning from Narros, his eyes flashing.

Alazan had given him a similar warning, and although he said he understood, he didn't really take it to heart, or rather, he had a certain sense of wishful thinking.

Now that the same words were coming out of Narros's mouth again, he had to take it seriously.