Fountain of Freedom

"Let's talk about how to cooperate, Your Excellency Fawara."

Ronan changed the subject and went straight to the purpose of his trip.

He had no interest in Fawara's background or the grudges behind him, and similarly, he didn't want the other party to continue harping on his identity.

Fawara was slightly taken aback by Ronan's words, seemingly not expecting him to be so direct.

"Cooperate."

Fawara slowly began, "You want me to help you leave Finnir Territory?"

Ronan immediately pointed out that "Finnir's Blessing" was a "curse" to him, making his desire to leave self-evident.

"You have a way, right?"

Ronan spoke, his gaze casually sweeping over the curly-haired boy beside Fawara. The boy had been curiously observing him, and upon seeing Ronan's gaze, he immediately shrank back like a startled rabbit.

"Yes."

Fawara stretched out a hand to block the boy's view, and said indifferently, "But why should I cooperate with you?"

To be honest, I don't trust you.

Fawara narrowed his eyes, staring at the green spot on Ronan's chest. "I don't trust any wizard in Finnir Territory."

What you said before was just one side of the story; who knows if it was the truth or a lie?

"I did help you guys once, after all."

Ronan shook his head. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have escaped that man's pursuit."

Ronan pointed out his previous obstruction of Boen and Infernal Three-Headed Hound, but Fawara remained expressionless and silent.

This alone doesn't seem to prove anything.

Ronan thought for a moment, then began to utter one obscure and difficult syllable after another, as if from an ancient language, strung together into a sentence whose meaning was unclear.

As each syllable was uttered, the void around the three began to shift strangely. Blurry wolf shadows appeared, their exact shapes unclear, but their sinister, cold eyes were clearly visible, fixed intently on Ronan.

Ronan seemed oblivious and continued speaking until Fawara changed drastically, and he finally blurted out, "Enough!"

Ronan's voice abruptly stopped, and the wolf shadows around him gradually disappeared.

I believe you.

Fawara spoke in a muffled voice, while Ronan's face showed a faint smile.

What he just spoke was an ancient language that circulated in Finnir Territory. As for the content, it was nothing special; it was probably just some "insults" directed at Finnir.

This was a "bad idea" given by Alazan, and the script involved Alazan saying a sentence, which Ronan then repeated.

But it was surprisingly effective in proving one's innocence before Fawara —a true follower of Finnir would never be so disrespectful to Finnir.

While this method won Fawara's trust, it came at a price. Ronan now clearly felt that Finnir's Will was "gazing" at him more intensely.

"I believe you are not with those people, but that doesn't mean I'm obligated to cooperate with you."

Fawara remained silent for a long time before slowly uttering a sentence.

Ronan's smile vanished, and his expression immediately turned cold.

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

"What?"

Fawara looked at him coldly.

"I don't necessarily have to cooperate with you."

Ronan's eyes were indifferent as he said, "You are not my only option."

Finnir's Blessing was poison to me, but not a deadly one.

Even if I can't escape it, so what? At worst, I can just accept the blessing.

Even"

Ronan stared into Fawara's eyes, then slowly moved them to the curly-haired boy behind him, and said with a half-smile, "I could easily reveal your whereabouts directly to the group that wants to find you."

"You?!"

Upon hearing Ronan's words, Fawara's expression changed instantly. The powerful spiritual energy of a peak level six wizard burst forth from his body, instantly distorting the void around the two of them.

The tables and chairs in front of and beneath them silently turned to dust. Ronan rose gracefully, his expression calm, seemingly completely oblivious to the pressure.

Fawara stared intently at Ronan, his expression shifting.

The issue is no longer whether he wants to accept the collaboration; it's that he simply can't refuse.

Ronan openly expressed his "threat," stating that he would immediately stand against Fawara should Fawara dare to refuse.

Judging from the way Ronan was able to come directly to him, Fawara had no doubt that he would be able to find him a second and a third time.

Even if he chose to break off all pretense and fight Ronan, he wouldn't be entirely confident of defeating Ronan, even though Ronan's strength had only been at level five, a whole level below him.

What exactly do you want?

Fawara spoke in a low voice, suppressing his anger.

"I've said this many times."

Ronan replied, "Let's cooperate and leave this place together."

Is that all?

Fawara stared intently into Ronan's eyes, as if trying to see through them to his heart and soul.

"That's all."

Ronan looked completely honest.

Fawara's lips were pressed tightly together, and his eyes flickered and shifted.

After a moment, he spoke in a deep voice, "I need a contract to guarantee that everything you say is true."

"Can."

Ronan readily agreed.

The two immediately signed Soul Contract. Ironically, although they were two people who came together with the goal of getting rid of Finnir, the "notary" of the Soul Contract still needed to rely on Finnir's will, since they were still in Finnir Territory.

With the Soul Contract established, the powerful Spiritual Force Field surrounding Fawara finally dissipated slowly. He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his attitude towards Ronan softened slightly.

"Can you tell me your plans now?"

Ronan got straight to the point.

Fawara hesitated slightly, then slowly said, "I know the location of a hidden Fountain of Freedom."

"The Fountain of Freedom?!"

Ronan's eyes flickered.

Alazan "witnessed" and "led" the entire process of the cooperation between the two, and at this moment, he also gave Ronan a "science lesson" in his mind. "... The Fountain of Freedom is a product of ancient magical alchemy. It was created to connect the realms. You can think of the Freedom Spring as a weakened version of the World Stone."

Of course, the difficulty of refining and the requirements for starting it are much lower than those of World Stone, so it has always been the best bridge for communication and exchange between many realms.

Just as I suspected, only the Fountain of Freedom can safely escort you away."

After listening to Alazan's explanation, Ronan looked at Fawara in front of him and suddenly asked, "How many Fountain of Freedom teleportation slots do you have?"

Fawara glanced at him and said, "Don't worry, you're more than enough to take along."

But I cannot reveal the exact location to you now, nor can I give you the token to enter the Fountain of Freedom for the time being."

Are you worried about those people?

Ronan narrowed his eyes.

Fawara spoke in a low voice with a solemn expression, "You dare to take the initiative to come to me to discuss cooperation. I believe you have a trump card. You are not afraid of ordinary level six opponents, or even late level six opponents."

But you don't understand who our opponents really are.

Fawara paused for a moment, then began to speak slowly.

Through his explanation, Ronan learned that the area he was in was called Valensador.

Valensador can be considered the name of a region, or the name of a power or school of thought.

Fawara is considered a high-ranking wizard in Valensador. According to him, apart from a few Level Seven Twilight who have been hiding in the wizard tower for years, he should be one of the most prestigious wizards in Valensador.

"Luse is about as strong as me, and he has always wanted to take my place in the Elder Council. The reason I haven't been captured by them until now is not only because my escape was too sudden, but also because Luse and his group have no idea what I want to protect and take away."

Fawara whispered, "Boen is my favorite disciple. Luse sent him to hunt me down as a test."

Now he should understand my determination and realize the importance of 'it'. Next time, he will definitely come personally with a group of people, perhaps the strength of most of the Level Six Wizard in the Elder Council."

After Fawara finished speaking, he looked at Ronan and sneered, "Now that you realize how big the trouble is, it's not too late to regret it."

Of course, you'll need to sign another contract with me to guarantee that you won't do anything detrimental to us.

Ronan lowered his head, as if deep in thought.

After a moment, he calmly raised his head and said, "I never regret any decision I've made."

Compared to the 'trouble' you mentioned, I'm more curious."

Ronan's gaze naturally shifted to the curly-haired boy who had been protected behind Fawara, and he said calmly, "What is it that would make a great wizard like you, who is above thousands in Valensador, willing to give up everything, even defy Finnir's will, to protect him as he leaves...?"

Under Ronan's meaningful gaze, the curly-haired boy shrank back further and further, as if Ronan might devour him at any moment.

Fawara remained expressionless. After a moment, Fawara suddenly raised his hand and, to the curly-haired boy's surprise, pushed him towards Ronan.

Why don't you experience it for yourself?

Ronan pressed down on the boy's shoulder, channeling his mental energy into his body.

At first, Ronan's expression remained normal, but as his spiritual power gradually seeped into the boy's soul, Ronan quickly felt a surge of power, and the calm on his face abruptly crumbled.