Silver Magic Ring, the Beautiful Sir

On the map Jerome provided, there was a huge shadow in the northwest of Hoddam Wizard Land. Marked within the shadow was a pattern of a Silver Tower with a huge ring atop it— the Silver Magic Ring, which represented the land Ronan was currently looking at.

Although the two places appear to be very close on the map, it actually took Ronan more than two months of arduous travel to actually reach them.

"Looking at a mountain makes a horse run itself to death." Although they could already see the massive complex of buildings that resembled a huge silver mountain, if they continued at this pace, it would probably take another three to five days.

Ronan thought for a moment, then took out a light green cat's eye ring from his pocket, gently turned it, and released his spiritual power. In an instant, a large number of free energy particles from all around converged on Ronan, forming a unique arrangement. An invisible force arose from beneath Ronan, lifting him up and then quickly flying forward.

Flying Ring.

A proper Tier 1 auxiliary magic item. For Level One Wizard, this thing is even more important than Storage Waist Pouch. It is a symbol of a certain status and strength.

This Flying Ring was obtained from Lola. It has a classic women's design and he cannot wear it, so he only takes it out to use when needed.

Lola's Flying Ring is probably quite good even among First Level Wizard. It has three Tier 1 [Acceleration] runes enchanted on it. If all of them are activated, the flight speed will be almost half that of Ronan when he runs at full speed on the ground.

Although it's a bit slow, continuous activation only consumes a small amount of mental energy. Once the [[Clarity Realm]] is activated, it's equivalent to having no energy consumption. Moreover, flight can ignore terrain and won't get dusty or muddy. As long as you pay attention to controlling your direction while flying and avoid colliding with some bird flocks that don't care about their surroundings, you'll be fine.

Ronan the last leg of his journey across the wilderness, he discovered that ahead lay a vast, empty valley.

Countless rays of light belonging to the Rune Array filled it, appearing and disappearing like rainbows.

Beyond the empty valley lies a vast primeval forest stretching to the horizon; if viewed from above, it should more accurately be described as a massive canyon.

Ronan saw large flocks of birds flying out of the primeval forest on the other side of the canyon. After entering the canyon area, they collided with the light of the Rune Array and immediately fell into the valley like raindrops.

In the distance, faint roars of beasts could be heard, echoing eerily within the canyon... those were the howls of magical beasts.

Ronan's body continued to ascend, and as he gazed upon the canyons and forests below, the entire Silver Magic Ring Wizard Land above gradually came into view—

Beneath the massive mountain silhouette stand seven Silver White High Tower arranged in a semi-circle.

It gradually decreases in height from the middle to both sides, looking like a huge high-backed chair, a metal throne suspended between the sky and the earth.

Each tower that makes up the back of the "throne" gleams with a cold and noble silver luster, as if it were made of pure Silver White Metal. Against the backdrop of countless flowing runes, it exudes a mysterious aura that inspires awe.

Above the seven towers, a huge ring composed of countless hard metal blocks floats, scattered and combined, slowly rotating, emitting strange light that is sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if containing endless mysteries and power.

Some island-like buildings dotted around seven Silver White High Tower and a huge ring, with countless wispy clouds flowing between them. In Ronan's eyes, they combined to form an incredibly breathtaking, magnificent, and fantastical picture that inspired endless imagination.

"Silver Arcane Circle"

Ronan stared blankly at the scene before him, his body continuing its upward trajectory under the influence of the Flying Ring. Finally, Ronan slowly drifted down onto the Silver Magic Ring like a speck of dust.

—A huge circular ring, a metal throne, and one of the seven Silver White High Tower.

A silvery-white tower blocked the sun's outline, with numerous buildings below it forming a protective barrier. A huge, semi-transparent Rune Array light completely enveloped these structures, and Ronan was standing inside the light barrier beneath a massive, arched metal building that resembled a gate.

He carefully examined the round badge in his hand, which was made of a silver-like material and had the iconic pattern of the Arcane Circle printed on it. He could feel the faint energy particle fluctuations emanating from it when he held it in his hand.

It has runes engraved inside and a small piece of Low-Level Magic Stone embedded in it to power it, but its function is only to allow free passage through the light curtain and archway.

This is a key to entering and exiting the Arcane Circle, or rather, a temporary residence permit.

The effective duration was one month, but it cost Ronan an entire Mid-Level Magic Stone.

"After a month, we'll have to keep spending money."

Ronan exhaled and looked up at the scene before him.

At this time, he was standing at a "herringbone"-shaped street entrance, surrounded by some beautiful buildings with a cold metal style. The floor tiles he stepped on seemed to be the product of some kind of alchemy, and the light of the rune array could be seen everywhere.

Magic Airship flew overhead from time to time; their designs were exquisite, far surpassing those Ronan had seen in Hoddam.

He even saw a huge rune ship slowly sailing across the sky, blocking the sunlight and casting a large shadow. He could vaguely see two people standing on the ship, and the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from them could be clearly sensed even by Ronan standing below.

Like two miniature suns, their light radiates to every place they pass through.

"A level two wizard?"

Ronan's eyes flickered. He didn't know, but the wizard was definitely at least ten times stronger than him, and stronger than Lola. He had a feeling similar to when he first met Anglie.

Don't forget, back then he was just an apprentice, now he's a full-fledged wizard who has stepped into the mist.

The rune ship sailed away toward the Silver Tower, but Ronan's heart remained unsettled for a long time.

His gaze returned to the ground. There were many people coming and going around, but only a few were dressed in proper wizard robes. Most people were dressed like ordinary mortals, but almost everyone was a wizard, and the vast majority were apprentices. Occasionally, one or two formal First Level Wizard could be seen.

As Ronan looked around, a young man wearing a silver-gray short jacket and black tight riding breeches jogged straight toward him.

"Respected sir, is this your first time in the Arcane Circle?" He greeted Ronan cautiously, his body radiating the spiritual energy fluctuations of a seventh-level apprentice.

Ronan nodded slightly. "Yes."

Seemingly relieved that Ronan was approachable, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and became a little bolder, saying, "If you need a guide, sir, I would be happy to serve you."

"With just five Low-Level Magic Stones, I can take you all over the Seven Ring City."

Is Seven Ring City the name of this place?

"To be precise, the entire area, every inch of land covered by the radiance of the Seventh Magic Ring Ring Master, corresponds to the Seventh Silver White High Tower of the Arcane Circle..."

The young man spoke quickly.

Ronan understood, and then asked, "What's your name?"

"Jacob, sir, my name is Jacob Weigiers."

When Ronan heard the name, he was momentarily lost in thought. He subconsciously recalled a blond, chubby boy he had met in the Hoddam Treehouse Area who loved to gossip.

Ronan remained silent, lost in his brief recollection. The young Jacob, standing to the side, seemed slightly nervous, unsure if he had said something wrong.

But soon, he heard Ronan speak.

"Then please help me find a place to stay, Jacob."

As the young Jacob met a pair of calm, lake-blue eyes, his expression immediately relaxed, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"It would be my pleasure to serve you, esteemed sir."

A red-roofed garden villa, lawn, statues, a golden fountain, and two beautiful, fair-skinned maids bustling about. Ronan stood on the street, squinting as he gazed at the view of a small, floating island in the sky above.

"Grown ups."

A voice came from behind.

Ronan looked away as the villa garden and maids quickly disappeared from his sight. He turned around and saw Jacob standing at the entrance of a small inn.

Blueberry Inn.

The signboard is inlaid with some decorative luminous crystals, but unfortunately several of the crystals are cracked and have a dull color mixed in, which ruins the overall aesthetic.

This was the place Jacob had brought him to stay.

"Grown ups."

Jacob called out again and then quickly came up.

Perhaps noticing Ronan's continued focus on the floating islands in the sky, he offered a quiet explanation. "Those floating islands aren't for sale. Only official members of the second level of the Arcane Circle Wizard class or higher are eligible for rental. However, I know of a few that are functional public areas that you can visit, if you're interested, sir."

"Let's talk about it later."

Ronan interrupted Jacob, asking, "How is it?"

Jacob straightened up and replied, "The normal daily rent here is twenty Low-Level Magic Stone, and the monthly rent is five Mid-Level Magic Stones. I told them that you wanted to rent long-term, and I managed to get the price down to three per month, and the rent can be paid monthly."

Twenty Low-Level Magic Stone a day, three Mid-Level Magic Stone a month. As Ronan listened to Jacob's story, he couldn't help but sigh. Compared to his time in Hoddam, the rent here was truly astronomical.

But Hoddam is just a low-level Wizard Land in a remote place. He used to be in a town, and now he is in the Arcane Circle, still within the [Protection] of the Rune Array.

The entrance fee is one Mid-Level Magic Stone.

Ronan thought for a moment and replied to Jacob, "Two stones, two Mid-Level Magic Stone a month and we won't need to go to the next place."

"I'll go ask."

Jacob quickly turned around and ran into the store, then walked out again half a minute later.

"They agreed."

He told Ronan, "But that means we can only provide breakfast and afternoon tea at most; you'll have to take care of lunch and dinner yourself."

They even provide meals? Ronan was a little surprised; two Mid-Level Magic Stones were about the price he was willing to pay.

After making the decision, they walked into the hostel with Jacob.

The entrance was small, with an old but clean carpet on the floor and a crystal chandelier above. A plump middle-aged man and a girl stood behind a long wooden counter, watching them.

As soon as they entered, the girl with beautiful blue curly hair immediately came out from behind the counter and ran towards them.

"Welcome, esteemed wizard."

The girl greeted Ronan, but she stood very close to Jacob, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her eyes, her attention almost entirely focused on Jacob.

Ronan Nan nodded to the middle-aged, overweight man who owned the shop. After paying a month's rent, he was led upstairs to check in by the man.

Before leaving, I heard the blue-haired girl and Jacob whispering to each other.

"My goodness Jacob, this gentleman is so handsome!"

"Shut up, Alida! It's very impolite to talk about someone's appearance behind their back!"

"I'm telling the truth... he's way better looking than you..."

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Ronan looked around at the room he was about to stay in.

It was bigger than he had expected.

There are three rooms in total: a living room, a sleeping area, and a small, secluded training room.

The overall environment was also good. Ronan checked the room's lighting and was very satisfied.

"Give these to Jacob for me and thank him for guiding me."

Ronan counted out ten Low-Level Magic Stones from his Storage Waist Pouch and handed them to the fat shopkeeper, then decided not to go down any further.

The shopkeeper accepted the magic stone from Ronan, muttering, "What that kid did isn't worth this much tip," then respectfully said goodbye to Ronan, turned and left, closing the door behind him.

"Finally settled in."

Ronan sighed softly, then sat down on the sofa in the living room, immediately relaxing.

After more than two months of arduous travel, and after experiencing a life-or-death battle, Ronan was physically fine, but mentally exhausted.

He really wants to get a good night's sleep, but there are still some things he hasn't finished.

After sitting for a while, Ronan got up and went into the washroom.

After taking off his robe, he quickly washed his hands and face.

There was a silver half-length mirror in the bathroom. Ronan looked at himself in the mirror—

Her facial skin was very fair and delicate, with almost no wrinkles or blemishes.

Her features were the same as before, but much more refined. The lines of her face had become softer and more perfect, and the blue in her eyes was deeper, like an infinitely tranquil lake in autumn.

Ronan felt as if he had a built-in beauty filter on him. He initially thought it was because the mirror wasn't clean enough, but later realized that his skin was subtly "glowing".

His body surface emanated a very small and weak "force field," so that almost no dust could settle on it.

Is this the effect of [[Immaculate Body]]?

Ronan touched his cheek and muttered to himself.

He simply took off his shirt, stripped off all his clothes, and then went into the bathtub to wash himself.

The warm water flowed quickly down my skin, like mercury, leaving no trace.

Including his hair.

After more than two months, my hair slowly turned back to chestnut brown from the roots. Each strand was glistening, and when wet, it felt like the finest silk when held in my hand.

Ronan's appearance hasn't changed much compared to before, but he's become much more handsome.

No wonder the blue-haired girl below used the word "beautiful" to describe him.

"If it's acceptable for Wizard World to live off women, does that mean I'm quite wealthy?"

Ronan felt that she was now too "delicate" and was considering whether to cut her long hair, which she had always kept short.

After taking a bath, Ronan casually threw on a clean robe and came out of the washroom, where he brought up his Character Panel.

Name: Ronan Damien

Age: 17

[Talent: Non-attribute Affinity, [Immaculate Body] (Active)]

[Strength: Level One Wizard (2%)]

[Skill: Basic Meditation Technique - [Clarity Realm] (Master 40/1600)]

Energy Missile-Particle Torrent (Master 117/1600)

Charged Weapon - Power of Breaking Law (Master 132/1600)

Ascetic Body Forging (Master 1/1600)

Basic Swordsmanship (Master 204/1600)

The first half of the skill bar on the panel, with its row of "Master, Master, Master" skills, is quite pleasing to the eye.

Ronan did not waste these two months; aside from traveling, he spent most of his time meditating and practicing spells.

The growth in all aspects is obvious, except for strength and [Ascetic Body Forging].

Putting aside his strength for the moment, Ronan had anticipated this. The main issue was that after two months of practicing the Master Level [Ascetic Body Forging], his proficiency remained at the level he had just broken through to, without even a single point of increase.

"This is clearly because of the lack of subsequent cultivation techniques."

Ronan stared at his panel, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

If a skill is passed down in its entirety, no matter how difficult it is to improve proficiency later on, you will gain at least some new experience and insights with each practice session.

But [Ascetic Body Forging] is not.

After reaching the Master Level, Ronan went back to practicing those thirteen poses and movements, practicing them over and over again, trying different variations, but ultimately gained absolutely nothing.

This is also the main basis for Ronan's assertion that the technique is incomplete.