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 Chapter 15: The Land of Peace

  Back in the cabin, Ronan called up his character panel.

  [Name: Ronan Damien]

  Age: 16

  [Talent: No attribute affinity]

  [Strength: Level 2 Wizard Apprentice (25%)]

  [Skill: Basic Meditation (Mastery 27/400)

  Energy Missile (Expert 72/800)

  Charged Weapons (Proficiency 23/200)

  Rune Marking - Cleansing (87/100 for beginners)]

  In less than a month, Ronan's strength progressed by 11%, and his mental strength grew much faster.

  The reason is the improvement of proficiency in basic meditation.

  Basic meditation techniques at the mastery level, the effect of each meditation is much better than the previous one.

  It seems like he has entered a deeper state of meditation.

  Now, every time Ronan meditated, the light in the empty darkness in his mind became brighter and brighter, and the traces of rotation became clearer, just like ripples on the dark water.

  "If my proficiency in [Basic Meditation] continues to improve, will my meditation efficiency be comparable to those wizard geniuses with outstanding talents?

  The gap in cultivation talent can be largely eliminated."

  Ronan was secretly looking forward to it.

  He never slacked off in his practice of [Energy Missile], and his proficiency level successfully broke through to the "Expert" level.

  After "Expert", the power of [Energy Missile] soared again, and it was so powerful that it almost didn't seem like a low-level tier-0 spell.

  The casting speed was increased again, and now Ronan only needed a little over a second to throw out an energy missile.

  However, it has become much more difficult to improve proficiency after becoming an "expert". Before, you could increase your proficiency a little after one or two casts, but now you have to cast spells four or five times to increase it a little.

  Ronan felt that the fragmented insights he gained after casting a spell were too few, and he had to wait until these insights accumulated to a certain level before his proficiency would increase a little.

  As spells became more powerful and their casting speeds became faster, naturally there was a surge in combat power, and Ronan's self-confidence also increased.

  Ronan felt that he lacked certain practical experience. Apart from the various small animals in the forest, he had no experience of fighting with humans.

  In order to be adequately prepared for this day that is bound to come, Ronan has been thinking about what to practice with and catch up on actual combat skills.

  [Charge Weapon] There was nothing much to say. After casually practicing it to a proficient level, Ronan no longer cared about it.

  The proficiency of the [Clean] rune has been greatly improved.

  After getting started, Ronan discovered that even if he failed in imprinting, he could improve his proficiency a little by failing a few more times.

  The high-intensity rune engraving activities have almost maxed out the proficiency in the entry stage without you noticing.

  Thinking of this, Ronan subconsciously stood up, walked to an old wooden box in the corner and opened it.

  Pushing aside the pile of messy debris on the upper layer that was used to conceal it, underneath were twenty-one neatly arranged [Cleanliness] runes.

  "If we count the seventy-five magic stones as one, and sell all twenty-one of them, we can get a total of sixteen low-level magic stones!"

  Sixteen low-level magic stones!

  This was a number that Ronan had never dared to think about, but now he was about to get it. He only needed to take some time to go to the market and exchange the rune stones for magic stones.

  If the rune stones in front of him were not all collected by himself one by one with great effort this month, Ronan would almost doubt whether he was dreaming.

  "I can earn nearly 16 low-level magic stones a month, and that's just from selling the lowest-level [Clean] runes. The rune master business is really profitable."

  Ronan couldn't help but sigh.

  Looking at the pile of rune stones in front of him, he was secretly calculating in his mind.

  "Once I get the magic stone, I will rent a house with a workshop in the town and move out of the tree house area. Then I will buy a better rune carving knife. The tip of this knife is almost worn out. Then I will buy a magic tool, preferably a staff. I won't look like a wizard without a staff in my hand."

  Just as Ronan was imagining all the plans he would make after getting the magic stone...

  "Ahem!"  

  There was a sound of someone coughing outside the house.

  Ronan became alert instantly and immediately covered the rune stone and put the box away.

  Then he picked up the meat-cutting dagger on the table, held it in his hand, and walked out of the tree house step by step.

  Opening the door, Ronan walked out of the house carefully.

  It was late at night, and fireflies were floating scattered in the woods. With the light of the fireflies and the moon, Ronan caught a glimpse of a figure standing under his tree house.

  "who?!"

  Under his robe, Ronan slowly raised the hand holding the dagger. His palms had begun to sweat and he was a little nervous.

  But soon, a familiar voice came from below.

  "Ronan, it's me."

  Old Wells?!

  Why did he come to see me so late at night?

  Were they not close enough to visit each other at night?

  Ronan was startled, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly, but he did not completely let down his guard.

  He lay on the edge of the tree branch and asked Old Wells below why he came to visit at night. Unexpectedly, Old Wells replied in a low voice: "I'm here to inform you that Potter is dead."

  "What?! Potter is dead?!"

  Ronan was shocked.

  After the shock, a look of confusion and bewilderment appeared on his face.

  So who is Porter?

  In the quiet woods, a group of people in long robes gathered in a circle holding torches.

  Under the flickering firelight, the body of a middle-aged man lay coldly.

  He was wearing a dark green robe and had a hideous and distorted expression, and it was obvious that he must have gone through great pain before his death.

  A little blonde girl, who was probably only five or six years old, lay on the corpse and cried.

  Ronan stood in the crowd, looking at the crying little girl in front of him with a slightly sympathetic and reluctant look, but he did not show much emotion when he saw the dead body.

  The reactions of most people around him were similar to his, or even more indifferent than his.

  The dead man was named Potter. Ronan knew him vaguely. They had met each other several times in the woods.

  This man has lived in the tree house area with his daughter for many years. He usually keeps to himself and has few friends.

  Now that he has died suddenly, those who come to pay their respects are basically the "neighbors" nearby.

  "..May the truth guide you and your soul rest in peace forever."

  Old Wells stood beside the deceased Potter and his daughter, holding an ebony staff and reciting the eulogy in a low voice.

  After finishing the recitation, Old Wells uttered the syllables of a spell, summoning an orange-red fireball the size of a ping-pong ball, and the corpse burned fiercely in the moonlight.

  The little girl cried even louder. All the wizards bowed their heads in silence for a few seconds

  . After the brief funeral, old Wells began to talk to each person one by one.

  Ronan didn't know what old Wells said. He only saw that every wizard he found was silent at first, then shook his head, turned around and left into the darkness.

  "Ronan."

  Finally, old Wells walked up to Ronan.

  Ronan nodded and waited for old Wells to speak.

  "Porter died, leaving his daughter Cheryl unattended. Are you willing to adopt her?"

  (End of this chapter)