Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 182 Don't Participate in the Magic Festival

Despite suffering severe injuries, he was running forward with all his might, clearly being pursued by enemies.

The reason is currently unknown, but these people are incredibly bold.

Private duels are strictly prohibited in the Magic Capital. The fact that this group dared to do such a thing near the core area of the two major academies must involve a great secret.

In the past, Ron would never have touched such a troublesome matter.

But now, Ron, who already has a lot of trouble, doesn't care about a few more.

Whoosh whoosh—

Several wind blades shot out from the depths of the dense forest, attempting to cut the figure in front into pieces.

hum-

With a wave of his hand, Glovi created a magical barrier that blocked the wind blades, protecting the fleeing figure.

Deep in the dense forest, two figures dressed in black, seeing someone intervene, flashed a cold glint in their eyes, as if they were determined to go all the way.

But when they saw who had intervened, they suddenly froze.

The two men's gazes swept over Ron and Glover with suspicion and uncertainty, a clear hint of apprehension and fear flashing in their eyes.

Without exchanging a word, the two men glanced at each other, turned around without hesitation, and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest at lightning speed.

"Want to chase?"

Glover asked.

"No need, let's find out the situation first."

Ron walked toward the man being chased.

Boom!
The man seemed to realize he had escaped his pursuers and collapsed helplessly to the ground.

Ron approached, examined the other person's injuries, and frowned slightly.

He placed his hand on the other person's chest, channeling life energy into them.

Seeing this, Glovi immediately stepped forward, a soft green light emanating from his hand, as pure natural life energy surged into the other's body, attempting to stabilize his rapidly dissipating vitality.

However, to no avail.

His injuries were too severe, with multiple fatal wounds, ruptured internal organs, and excessive blood loss. The two laymen's treatment methods could only barely delay the damage for a short while.

"It's you……"

The other party then made a faint sound.

“It’s me,” Ron nodded. “Mr. Barton, we meet again.”

The person before him was Barton, the alchemist who had concocted the Soul-Transfer Potion for him during his last visit to the Magic Capital.

"Didn't you join the Grey Witches' House? How did you end up like this?"

Ron asked curiously.

“Gatling…no, Ron…Ron…”

Barton grabbed Ron's arm tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. He struggled to lift his head, his bloodshot eyes revealing a resolute determination to entrust him with a heavy responsibility.

"Listen...listen to me...don't...please don't participate in...the Magic Festival..."

With each word he spoke, bloody foam oozed from the corner of his mouth, and his voice was barely audible.

Don't attend the magic festival?
"Why?" Ron leaned down and asked, getting closer.

Patton opened his mouth but made no sound. Instead, he seemed to have suffered a severe injury and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Clearly, he had signed a confidentiality agreement with someone, and he couldn't say what he wanted to tell Ron because of the agreement.

And because of violating the contract, they suffered the consequences.

"Mr. Barton, don't rush, speak slowly."

Ron increases the transmission of life energy.

"The magic festival is a conspiracy... a huge conspiracy..."

Unable to reveal the crucial information, Barton could only offer key hints: "Don't trust...they...the altar...the sea of consciousness...is a trap...everyone...whoever goes in...will die..."

He took a deep breath, and with his last ounce of strength, stared intently into Ron's eyes: "You must...stop the magic..."

Before he could finish speaking, the grip on Ron's arm suddenly vanished, his head tilted to the side, and the light in his eyes completely dimmed, leaving only terror frozen on his face.

Already on the verge of death, and then suffering the backlash of the contract, even a professional priest would be powerless to save him.

The green light in Glovia's hand slowly dissipated, and she gently shook her head at Ron.

Patton is dead.

Ron wasn't particularly affected, as they weren't very familiar with each other anyway.

However, since we had a past relationship, it's still acceptable to collect the body.

Before that, we need to examine the body to see if there are any other crucial clues.

The things Patton said before he died were quite frightening.

Don't attend the magic festival?
Is the magic festival a conspiracy?

Will everyone who goes in die?

"Was this a staged performance by the Emerald Kingdom and the Radiant Church to persuade me to give up in order to win the competition?"

"Or is it really true?"

Ron could not determine it.

Because this kind of storyline doesn't exist in the game.

The storyline of the Magic City in the game revolves around searching for the mysteries of the God of Magic during a magic festival, and then the White and Gray Magic Academies make significant discoveries during this festival.

Several years later, an accident that is neither major nor minor will occur.

To cause this accident, a crucial item is needed: the Lionheart.

He now possesses half of the Lionheart of the Lionheart Kingdom, and he can obtain the remaining Lionheart at any time using the Soul-Transfer Potion whenever he needs it.

Without obtaining the key items, the two major magic academies can't cause trouble even if they want to.

However, nothing is absolute.

This incident wouldn't have happened if things had continued as they were, but now, because of his appearance, many things have already had a butterfly effect.

For example, Glover is now dead, instead of being a figurehead at the White Magic House.

For various reasons, changes may occur during the magic festival.

It's better to be cautious.

I would rather trust it to have it than to trust it to have nothing.

After examining the body, Ron did not obtain any crucial clues.

Just as he was about to get up to pay his respects to the deceased, he noticed that one corner of Patton's tattered clothes was jet black.

It is very different from blood.

"Glovi, do you know why the two academies are recruiting so many alchemists?"

Ron asked.

He had been puzzled by this for a long time.

The alchemists recruited by the two academies were generally below the sixth rank, so they wouldn't be of much use at the magic festival.

"The dean said that this magic festival is different from previous ones."

Glover said.

In what ways are they different?

“In the past, magic festivals relied entirely on luck to find magic. This time, the two major academies have prepared a potion. As long as you drink the potion, you will receive guidance from the god of magic and find magic.”

Glover said.

So the two academies recruited so many alchemists to refine this new type of magic potion.
"There's such a potion?" Ron asked in surprise. "Did the White Hallows give you any?"

Glover shook his head.

"Don't you even have one?"

Even your own store doesn't share a single bottle?
"Yes, everyone will have it."

Glover said.

"Will they all be there?"

"Yes, the Dean said that the opening of branch schools by the White and Gray Magic Schools for this Magic Festival has already aroused public anger. If they continue to use magic potions privately, it will be detrimental to the peace of the Magic Capital. Therefore, the magic potions will be sold to other schools after they are made."

Glover nodded in reply.

Ok……

After hearing this, Ron pondered for a moment.

His intuition told him: there was something wrong with this potion.

He believed the two academies were shameless, but he didn't believe they would be so magnanimous.

Is it detrimental to the peace of the magic capital?

What kind of trouble can other academies stir up in the face of a fist big enough?
Well, the fact that the Magic City is currently in the midst of the fourth war between the divine kingdoms is actually a plausible reason.

Most people would probably believe it unless they personally witnessed an alchemist involved in creating the new type of potion die before their eyes.

Ron, anyway, didn't believe it.

He cut off the dark black piece of clothing with his knife and put it away. It might be some potion residue that Barton accidentally got on his body while making medicine. He could take it back and have Beta analyze it.

"sorry to bother you."

Ron stood up and spoke to Glover.

Grove understood, and the next second, a thick vine emerged from the ground and wrapped around the corpse.

"Let's go back to the academy."

Burning it on the spot would be a sign of a guilty conscience; it would be better to take it back and test the White Devil Institute's attitude towards it.

……

White Magic Institute.

Wendy, who had just returned to the academy after finishing a sacrificial ceremony, was surprised to see Ron and Glover bringing back a corpse.

"Who is he?"

"The alchemist of the Grey Mage's Institute."

Ron will tell you what happened in the woods.

"Someone dares to commit violence near the White Devil House?" Wendy frowned after hearing this.

Did he tell you anything before he died?

She asked, her face showing an expression that indicated she wanted to thoroughly investigate the matter.

He said the magic festival was a trap, and anyone who went in would die.

Ron told him the truth.

He watched Wendy's reaction.

"Are you kidding me?"

Wendy's brow furrowed even deeper.

"No."

Ron answered calmly.

"Did he really say those things?"

Wendy confirmed again.

“Yes,” Ron nodded, then asked, “Dean Wendy, do you think what he said is credible?”

"Of course it's unbelievable!"

Wendy answered without hesitation.

"You can die from attending a magic festival? How could such a thing happen? The magic festival has been held for so many years and nothing has ever happened."

Having participated in several magic festivals, Wendy was convinced that there would be no problems with the magic festivals.

"You didn't believe what he said, did you?"

She looked at Ron and asked.

"Of course I don't believe it."

Ron shook his head and laughed.

There wasn't a trace of unnaturalness in Wendy's expression.

She seemed to know nothing about it.

"That's good. I'm counting on you to bring good luck to the White Demon Academy this time."

Wendy breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"I heard that the White Magic Academy has developed a new type of potion that can effectively find magic in the sea of consciousness. I probably won't need it anymore."

Ron said, half-jokingly.

"Huh? You know about this too?" Wendy asked. "Did Gloway tell you?"

“Yes.” Ron nodded.

"Don't get your hopes up too high for that potion. It's the first time it's been developed and hasn't been tested yet, so there might still be some flaws."

Wendy laughed.

"Furthermore, potions are only an aid; what truly matters is one's talent and luck."

she continued.

"That's right."

Ron ended his probing.

So far, Wendy has been reacting normally.

If White Magician's House really had some kind of conspiracy, Vice-Head Wendy wouldn't be completely unaware of it.

Or perhaps her acting skills are just too good?

"By the way, why did you agree to the Jade Kingdom's challenge? You knew it was a trap, yet you still walked right into it."

Wendy asked, puzzled.

"Does Dean Wendy think I would do something I'm not sure about?"

Ron asked in return.

"Oh?" Wendy's face lit up with the smile of someone who had just won the lottery. "It seems that Professor Ron is quite confident about this magic festival. Do you have any strategies? Tell us about them."

"There's no strategy involved, it's just about doing our best."

Ron said.

"Then I'll be looking forward to your performance."

Wendy laughed.

They did not press Ron for the secret to his victory.

"Go ahead and do it. White Magic Academy will fully support you."

She made the White House's stance clear to Ron.

"Thank you."

Ron smiled.

He was moved if no contract for surrender had been signed.

Of course, his main goal in participating in the magic festival was not magic.

The legend of the God of Magic lies not in the magic he possessed, but in his ability to create and comprehend magic.

Perhaps mages who are now used to assigning fixed ranks to each spell have long forgotten that spells used to be unranked.

Where does high-level magic come from?

It evolved and grew step by step from the initial magic.

The charm of magic lies in its growth and development.

Nowadays, people are used to learning the magic left by their ancestors, and no one tries to comprehend and develop magic on their own.

Of course, it's not their fault.

After all, all the magical "possibilities" of this world have been taken away by this guy who is called the God of Magic.

To prevent future generations from developing magic.

Ron's goal this time is precisely that magical "possibility".

……

Even as night deepens, the magical city remains bustling.

"welcome."

At Ting'en Pharmacy, a customer walked into the store, and the staff greeted him politely.

"Are they still selling soft drinks today?"

"The guest asked."

Upon hearing this, the shop assistant was taken aback.

"some."

The shop assistant quickly composed herself and said with a smile, "Please come with me."

She reached out her hand, gesturing towards the backstage area.

As the customer approached the counter, she led him to the underground research lab corridor behind the counter.

"What you want is inside."

She stopped and said.

The guest nodded and went down the stairs.

As soon as their feet touched the bottom, a respectful voice rang out.

"Sora-sama."

Beta, dressed in a long black dress, bowed gracefully.

The moment Ron stepped into the shop, she sensed him through the enslavement shackles, so she came early to wait for him.

Ron nodded slightly and walked past Beta.

Beta followed Ron with light steps.

"Are you here to inquire about the progress of improving the Soul Transfer Potion?"

she asked.

"Have you encountered any problems?"

Ron asked.

A few days ago, under his orders, Beta was using the withered finger he had previously obtained from the second prince of the Ziyang Kingdom to develop a new type of soul-transfer potion.

"There were some minor issues, but I've resolved them. I should be able to get it working in another week."

Beta replied.

That's a reassuring answer.

"You did a great job. With you guys behind me, everything I do is much easier."

Ron praised her with satisfaction.

"It is our honor to help you with your problems."

Beta was flattered.

"Beta, would it be convenient for you to stop your research on the Soul Transfer Potion now?"

Ron smiled with satisfaction, then confirmed.

"OK."

Beta Road.

"Could you please analyze the ingredients in this for me?"