Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 118 Do you want to be king?
"But none of that matters."

Ron patted Andre's shoulder and pretended to change the subject casually:

"I suddenly have a question for you."

"What's the problem?" Andre was obviously curious about the secret of Ron's bloodline, but he also knew that asking further would be fruitless.

"By the way, Andre, have you ever thought about being a king?"

Ron's eyes were indifferent and his voice was calm, as if he was just asking what the other person had eaten today.

This seemingly careless question was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing huge waves.

Andre stopped abruptly as if struck by lightning, his golden pupils shrinking into dangerous thin lines in an instant.

He subconsciously looked around, his neck tense, his eyes scanning every shadow on the roadside in panic, his muscles tense as if he was ready to deal with an ambush assassin at any time.

After a few seconds, Andre suddenly realized what was going on, and a hint of embarrassment and self-mockery appeared in his eyes.

He was no longer in the palace, but in the extraordinary gathering place of the Black Mist Jungle. Who here would care about the change of the throne of a distant kingdom?

This series of subconscious reactions did not escape Ron's eyes.

He raised his eyebrows with interest. It seemed that the Thirteenth Prince did have some unknown ambitions hidden in his heart.

This was much more interesting than he had imagined.

If the other party only wants to be a leisurely prince and be a marginalized figure after returning to the capital, then his long-term plan will probably be ruined.

"Why...why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Andre's voice was a little dry, and his Adam's apple rolled twice. He was obviously frightened by this sudden question:
"Ron, this is not a joke."

Ron shrugged, his eyes calmly sweeping over the other person's slightly panicked expression. The other person's reaction told him everything.

But he decided to give it another push: "You haven't answered my question yet, do you want to be one?"

The two of them had unknowingly arrived at the door of the workshop.

Pushing the door open, Ailan was waiting in the hallway. Seeing the host and guests come in, her "dress" woven from vines swayed gently, silently guiding them into the reception room.

"Welcome back, Master, Lord Andre."

Ailan expressed her greetings using a leaf writing board with graceful and appropriate movements.

"Thank you, Ailan." Ron nodded slightly. "Please prepare some hot tea for us."

Ailan nodded and turned to go to the tea room.

Her movements had become very smooth, and the initial stiffness was almost gone. Only the occasional slight trembling of the vines still revealed the essence of the plant.

Ailan quickly brought the tea set and served two cups of steaming herbal tea, then quietly retreated and walked to the sunshine in the courtyard and stood quietly.

Although her consciousness and behavior are becoming more and more like those of humans, her desire for sunlight remains an indelible habit engraved in her instincts.

Andre sat on the chair, tapping the table nervously with his fingertips. He took the teacup but was reluctant to take a sip. He just stared at the swaying water in the cup, as if there was some unfathomable secret hidden there.

"If…if you must ask."

He finally raised his head, his eyes wandering, and he spoke hesitantly:
"Honestly, I never dared to think about this before. Thirteenth in line, with more than a dozen brothers and sisters, even my father can't remember my birthday... I never dared to dream of becoming king myself."

Ron looked at him quietly, without saying a word, his eyes as sharp as a torch, as if he could see through the other's soul.

"but now……"

Andre's expression suddenly changed. His golden pupils lit up, and a wildfire seemed to be igniting in the depths of his eyes.
"Now that my bloodline has awakened and I've become a true knight, I feel this power. If I were to ask…"

He took a deep breath and clenched his five fingers into a fist:
"I definitely still think about it."

Ron nodded in understanding. It was true. People's ambitions always expand as their strength grows.

Just like when someone first became the Northern Commander of Luoyang, he never thought that he would be able to unify the north and use the emperor to control the princes.

Power changes people's hearts, this is an eternal truth.

Now that Andre has such ambitions, things will be much easier.

If the other party is really a lazy prince who is content with the status quo, he really has to find another way.

"Good! That's more like it." Ron tapped the table lightly, his eyes flashing:

"By the time I become a senior apprentice, you should have fully adapted to the power of your bloodline and reached the peak of your strength."

"After the Red Blood Flying Dragon's bloodline is fully activated, it is enough to compete with ordinary high-level apprentices. How many princes and princesses of your generation can threaten you in terms of strength?"

Ron stared at Andre with sharp eyes, as if he had seen an impending bloody storm within the royal family.

When that day really comes, Xuanwu Gate... might not be a bad idea!

Andre's Adam's apple rolled, he nodded, his eyes gradually becoming firm:

"Indeed, not really. Since the eldest and second brothers inherited the bloodline of the wyvern, most of the other brothers and sisters can only awaken the bloodline of the fire lizard or lower levels. But..."

He hesitated to speak, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and it was obvious that he had some concerns that he had not yet expressed.

"Are you worried about your power base?"

Ron took the initiative to point it out, as if he had already seen through the other party's thoughts:
"Indeed, your foundation in the capital is too shallow, and you don't have enough nobles and troops to support you. But you don't have to worry about this. I will help you as a professional potion master on the periphery." Andre's pupils shrank slightly. He obviously didn't expect Ron to reveal his thoughts so bluntly.

For a moment, his expression was complicated and unpredictable, with surprise, suspicion, vigilance and hope flashing alternately on his face.

"Ron, are you serious? Are you really willing to support me?"

He looked Ron in the eyes, as if trying to detect any hint of a joke or deception.

"Of course." Ron smiled slightly, his eyes calm as water, yet bottomless.

In fact, his plan to put Andrew on the throne was not a spur-of-the-moment idea, but a well-thought-out and calculated strategy.

There are at least two important considerations:

First, if Andre could ascend the throne, he could protect Ralph's family.

Sooner or later, Ron will go to the central land of abundance to reach a higher level of power, and it will be impossible for him to stay with the family for long.

Only with a king as a backer can the family remain unshakable in the turmoil of the future.

Second, and more importantly, the royal family holds the complete inheritance of the "Corona Breathing Method", including the secret leading to the legendary "Corona Knight".

In addition, the royal treasury must contain many rare treasures and long-lost ancient knowledge.

It is unrealistic to grab these things by force.

As an ancient family that has stood for hundreds of years, the Farouk royal family is conservatively estimated to have at least a dozen formal knight-level fighters, as well as a senior apprentice and quite a few mid-level apprentices.

Not to mention the various trump cards left behind by the two Corona Knights, even ordinary formal wizards would be troubled by them.

Andre's path is the perfect solution he planned. Internal turmoil is ultimately the result of internal troubles, and the struggle will always be controlled within a certain intensity.

"But before that, I need you to do me a small favor."

Ron took a gleaming silver blood extractor from the workbench. It was a special device used to preserve the vitality of the blood of extraordinary creatures.

"I need a portion of your blood essence to study the bloodline characteristics of the Red Blood Flying Dragon."

Andre was stunned for a moment, then relaxed his brow and took the blood drawer readily:
"That simple? No problem."

He rolled up his sleeves and skillfully inserted the silver needle into the vein in his arm. The dark red blood with a golden glow immediately flowed through the tube into the blood bottle.

Just looking at that kind of blood makes people feel a burning sensation coming towards them, as if what they see is not blood but flowing magma.

For the awakened Bloodline Knight, this amount of blood loss is just a trivial consumption, which can be fully recovered in a few days and is not worth mentioning at all.

Ron carefully took the blood sample and put it away solemnly:
"This blood sample is crucial to my research. Thank you."

Andre waved his hand and said nothing.
"It's a small matter. You helped me activate my bloodline before and saved my life. This little bit of consumption is nothing to me now."

After Andre left, Ron immediately got into the state and devoted himself to the study of Chimera bloodline talent.

Chimera's four consciousness cores correspond to three heads and one tail, and each core can independently replicate a bloodline characteristic.

Theoretically, this gave him the possibility of possessing four different bloodline powers at the same time.

Andre's Red Blood Flying Dragon bloodline is of high level, appropriate purity, reliable source, and has the potential for advancement. It is undoubtedly an extremely ideal first experimental material.

Ron took out the bottle of blood and essence, staring at the liquid that was emitting a strange light, feeling a surge of excitement and anticipation in his heart.

If he can successfully replicate this bloodline, his combat effectiveness will undoubtedly be improved again.

He first tried the simplest and most direct method - placing his palm on the blood bottle, trying to use his mental power to sense and copy the blood information in it.

However, there was no reaction, as if it was just an ordinary liquid with no special properties.

"It's not that simple..." Ron frowned, a trace of thought in his eyes.

He carefully poured out a drop of blood essence into his palm, closed his eyes, and tried to mobilize the Chimera blood energy in his body to resonate with it.

There was still no effect, the blood just lay there motionless, emitting a faint heat.

"Perhaps a deeper level of contact is needed, or even some kind of ritualistic method?" Ron muttered to himself, lost in thought.

He put down the blood bottle, closed his eyes, and began to try to feel the instincts hidden deep in his blood.

After the Chimera bloodline awakened, he could vaguely feel ancient memories flowing in his blood. They were not clear images or sounds, but a vague feeling, as if covered with a thick layer of gauze, vaguely visible but difficult to distinguish.

Ron tried to sink his mind into the hazy sea of ​​memory, searching for fragments related to "copying".

Among countless chaotic and broken memory fragments, he finally caught a clue:

A self-inspired ancient ritual used to absorb and assimilate the bloodline power of other creatures.

"I see…"

Ron opened his eyes, a glint of understanding and excitement in them.

The reason why Chimera can copy other bloodlines is not through simple contact or devouring, but through a special ritual to extract and reorganize the information of foreign bloodlines, and then integrate it into the core of its own consciousness.

He took out a small knife and gently cut a wound on the index finger of his left hand, letting his blood drip into Andre's blood.

(End of this chapter)