Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 138 95 is indeed above 50

On the Bone Swamp, two figures, one fat and one thin, dressed in strange clothes, were throwing unidentified objects into the surrounding swamp.

"The plague demons attack by using curses, and their eyes are valuable, greatly helping sorcerers."

The thinner person explained.

"Then why is it called the Plague Demon? Does this thing also carry a plague?"

"Their flesh carries a plague—you won't get infected as long as you don't eat it."

"Is the flesh on that thing edible? Should we take some back with us?"

Another, heavier person asked.

He would occasionally pull out a handful of small pebbles from the bag at his waist and, with a flick of his finger, swiftly shoot the pebbles into every swamp he passed.

"Let's see what happens. There aren't many of those carrying the virus on the outskirts. Let's focus on the important matters."

The skinny man replied, a flash of purple light in his eyes, then looked down at the swamp in front of him—

at the same time.

Ronan, who was in the distance, was startled when he heard their conversation.

The conversation between the two revealed quite a lot.

He learned about the last lineage of necromancers—the Plague—and also the title of Spellcaster, which seemed to be a class for those in the Curse lineage after acquiring a rank.

Although Ronan couldn't understand their actions, he could tell from their direction of travel that they were heading in his direction.

"Someone's coming," Ronan warned Baquan in advance.

"Who? Who's coming?"

Ba Quan immediately tensed up; in this kind of environment, anything could happen.

"I don't know, they should be apprentices too, there are only two of them, in that direction."

Ronan pointed to where the two were.

He determined that the other person was an apprentice based on their reaction.

The fact that these two people did not discover the spiritual realm indicates that their spiritual strength was clearly not greater than his.

He recently discovered that as long as the other party's mental strength does not exceed his own, he cannot detect the mental domain.

However, if he actively locks onto the other person through his mental domain, he can clearly perceive them even if the other person's mental strength is not as strong as his own.

"What do you mean? Should we kill them?"

Ba Quan rotated his wrists to begin warming up.

He had already learned on the Magic Network that once he left the academy, the academy would not be responsible for his personal safety or disputes.

In other words, if you are attacked in the wild, the law enforcement agencies of the Dead Valley will not act on your behalf unless you have sufficient evidence and can return to the academy alive to file a complaint.

Therefore, when you're out in the world, try to minimize your interactions with other people.

If there's no way to avoid it, then you'll just have to prepare for battle.

"Don't act rashly. We won't attack others first, but if others attack us first, that's a different story."

Ronan responded, adhering to the principle of "I will not offend others unless they offend me."

Ba Quan nodded, agreeing with this approach.

He thought to himself, "Bai Ye is indeed a seasoned adventurer. He's very reliable in situations like this, as he doesn't act impulsively."

Of course, Ronan wasn't completely unprepared.

He pointed to two piles of bones and gave orders to his two skeleton minions: "Get there, you lie down over there."

"Don't do anything, go hide there."

The two figures immediately removed their robes and masks, revealing their original skeletal forms.

They folded their robes and masks and handed them to Ronan, then lay down in the designated spot as instructed, blending perfectly into the terrain.

Ba Quan, standing next to him, looked completely bewildered.

He stared blankly for a while before speaking with a knowing look: "Giving a skeleton a name is one thing, but what kind of weird name is this?"

The tactic of using misleading names is beginning to take shape.

Ronan chuckled and said, "Tactics, do you understand tactics?"

Before long, two figures, one fat and one thin, appeared in the distance.

They had obviously been using their mental detection abilities and had already discovered Ronan and his companion.

Now that they've come over, they've essentially already met face-to-face.

The two men looked at Ronan and Baquan, and stood still.

The skinny man narrowed his eyes, his expression cold, clearly having no intention of coming over to greet him. The fat man, however, remained motionless, clutching the sand in his hand.

The situation appeared to have reached a brief stalemate.

However, it wasn't long before the two bypassed Ronan's location and continued on their way.

The fat man began to hurl the sand at the surrounding swamps, deliberately avoiding the swamps around Ronan, including the swamp where the plague demon was located.

Seeing that the other party did not provoke them, Ronan and Baquan did not take any further action.

The two groups of people thus parted ways without ever crossing paths.

After walking for a while, until they could no longer detect Ronan and his companion, the fat man finally couldn't help but speak up: "It's just two people, is it really necessary to be so cautious?"

"Business is business. Do you want your advisor to skin you alive?"

"That's what the skinny guy said coldly."

Upon hearing this, the fat man was immediately terrified: "Then we'll collect their bodies when we get back—"

The skinny man nodded imperceptibly.

The entire conversation between the two was captured by the mental domain.

These two are definitely not good people.

Ronan was puzzled. Could it be that the other party planned to make their move on the way back?

After the two figures disappeared for a while, Ba Quan finally spoke, "Judging from their attire, they seem to be apprentices under some master—"

Ronan was somewhat surprised to hear this: "You even know this? Which mentor?"

"I've seen related posts on the forum. They say that people who wear this kind of clothing are usually under the command of a certain mentor, belonging to a rare lineage in the Valley of the Dead."

Ronan nodded.

Judging from their conversation, they could indeed be apprentices of the Plague lineage, or their mentor might be from the Plague lineage.

Should I take some time to browse the forums?

He always felt that the forum was not very efficient at obtaining information, and he usually focused on the knowledge section.

Ronan stopped thinking about it and said, "Never mind them for now, let's finish our business."

"Have you located the source of the plague?"

Ba Quan was filled with surprise. How long had it been? They had already detected the plague demon.

How much mental strength would it take to do that?

He asked curiously, "How strong is your mental energy?"

This question made Ronan pause for a moment, then he replied casually, "A little more than you."

"How much is one point?" Ba Quan pressed.

He recently underwent comprehensive and systematic training, which has improved his mental strength.

The higher the value, the more difficult it is to improve.

He couldn't help but ask, "I'm already 45. How much taller are you than me?"

"A little higher—" Ronan continued to give a perfunctory answer.

"Another one? Could it be that you've reached over 50?"

Upon realizing this possibility, Ba Quan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"You noticed that—" Ronan said with admiration, giving him a thumbs up and praising his keen observation.

"Really? You're not lying to me?"

"Really, I'm not kidding you."

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Ba Quan stood frozen in place, momentarily dazed.

Although he knew Ronan was very strong, he always believed he could surpass him through hard work.

But now it seems that the gap between the two is much larger than he imagined.

His face was ashen, and looking back at his own assumptions, he felt bitter and self-deprecating.

Seeing Ba Quan's attitude, Ronan felt that his perfunctory response was not wrong.

It's best not to harm the opponent, as it could affect the team's combat effectiveness in the wild.

Besides, he hadn't lied.

95 is indeed above 50.