Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 480 The Fountain of Freedom
"Let's talk about how to cooperate, Your Excellency Favara."

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

He had no interest in Favora's background or the grudges behind him, and similarly, he did not want the other party to continue to harp on his identity.

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

"cooperate."

Favara slowly began, "You want me to help you leave Fenrir?"

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

"You have a way, right?"

Ronan spoke, his gaze sweeping lightly over the curly-haired boy beside Favara, who had been curiously observing him. Upon seeing Ronan's gaze, the boy immediately shrank back like a startled rabbit.

"Yes."

Fava 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.

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

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

"At least I helped you guys once."

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

Ronan pointed out the previous obstruction of Bourne and Cerberus, but Favara 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, which sounded like 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, staring intently at Ronan.

Ronan seemed oblivious and continued talking until Favara's expression changed drastically, and he finally blurted out, "Enough."

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

"I believe you."

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

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

This was a "bad idea" from Alazan, and the script involved Alazan saying a sentence and Ronan repeating it.

But it was surprisingly effective in proving his innocence to Favala—a true follower of Fenrir would never be so disrespectful to him.

While this method won Favara's trust, it came at a price. Ronan now clearly felt that Fenrir'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?"

Favara 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."

Fenrir's blessing is poison to me, but it is not deadly.

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

even"

Ronan stared into Favara's eyes, then slowly moved his gaze 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, Favara's expression changed instantly. The powerful spiritual energy of a peak level six wizard burst forth, 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 unaware of the pressure.

Favara stared intently at Ronan, his expression shifting.

The issue is no longer whether he wants to accept the cooperation, but that he simply cannot refuse.

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

Judging from the way Ronan was able to come directly to him, Favara had no doubt that he would be able to find him a second and a third time.
Even if he chose to break off relations 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 lower than his.

"What exactly do you want?" Favara asked in a low voice, suppressing his anger.

"I've said this many times."

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

"Is that all?"

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

"that is it."

Ronan looked completely honest.

Favara's lips were pressed tightly together, and his eyes flickered and changed constantly.

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 a soul contract. Ironically, the two people who came together with the goal of getting rid of Fenrir still needed to rely on Fenrir's will as the "notary" of the soul contract, since they were still in Fenrir's realm.

With the soul contract established, the powerful spiritual field surrounding Favara 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.

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

"The Fountain of Freedom?!"

Ronan's eyes flickered.

Arajan "witnessed" and "led" the entire process of the cooperation between the two, and at this time, he also gave Ronan a "science lesson" in his mind: "...The Freedom Spring 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 Spring of Freedom can safely escort you away.

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

Favara 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 Freedom Spring for the time being.”

Are you worried about those people?

Ronan narrowed his eyes.

Favara 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.

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

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

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

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

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

Favara whispered, "Born is my favorite disciple. Ruther 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 sixth-level wizards in the Elder Council.”

After Favara 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 he was thinking.

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

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

Ronan's gaze naturally turned to the curly-haired boy who had been protected by Favara, and he said calmly, "What is it that would make a great wizard like you, who is above thousands in Valenza, willing to give up everything, even defy Fenrir's will, to protect him from leaving...?"

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

Favara remained expressionless. After a moment, he suddenly raised his hand and, to the curly-haired boy's surprise, pushed him toward 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 remained calm, but as his spiritual power gradually seeped into the boy's soul, Ronan quickly felt a surge of power, and the composure on his face abruptly crumbled.
(End of this chapter)