Magicians never make wishes

"You've come at the right time. Bring that useless orc's axe over here, I'm going to redesign the stone monster."

The female dwarf struggled to her feet; her previous powerful attack had clearly exhausted her last bit of strength.

"I can't lift it." Ronan looked at the two-handed axe, which was almost as long as him, and shook his head.

"What the hell are you talking about..."

The dwarf woman was about to start cursing when he gently interrupted her, "Take a break first."

Ronan focused his gaze on the gargoyle, his mental energy network continuously expanding, and the red light at his fingertips accumulating more and more.

This sight startled the female dwarf, who instinctively shut her mouth.

At this moment, Ronan's mental energy was rapidly recovering during the ritual.

He suddenly felt like a battery, its charge level jumping from 60% to 88% and still rising.

In a moment, I'll unleash all my mental energy for an incredibly powerful "Burning Ray"...

He then shook his head, dismissing the thought.

As the gargoyle leaped high into the air, flapping its wings, it flew toward the crowd.

"Get down on your feet!"

"Be careful!"

The female dwarf and the grey elf immediately reminded everyone.

Of course, the main purpose was to remind the mage who was still standing there in a daze that the orc had already collapsed from exhaustion by this time.

Ronan stood upright, his mental network already locked on.

The raging energy accumulated at his fingertips seemed to have found an outlet, shooting towards the gargoyle in the air.

The gargoyle, which was afraid of light and high temperatures, was unable to dodge in time and was directly pierced through by the red ray, falling from mid-air.

Bang.

The gargoyle's enormous body smashed into the ground, creating a huge crater.

A moment of silence fell over the area around Ronan.

What happened?

The female dwarf and the grey elf both widened their eyes, their gazes shifting back and forth between Ronan and the falling gargoyle.

The orcs had no vision; they only heard a deafening roar, and then the entire arena fell into an eerie silence.

"W-what happened..." He struggled to sit up, turned his head, and saw an unbelievable scene.

The magician stood unharmed, while the gargoyle that had fiercely pounced from the air had collapsed into a pile of stones and lay motionless on the ground.

However, the gargoyle did not die.

The crimson moonlight fell upon it, giving it a new lease on life.

The fatal penetrating wound in his chest began to heal on its own, and the shattered stones from the fall were slowly returning to their original state.

These commotions, of course, did not escape the notice of everyone present, and even less so from Ronan, who was fully activating his mental network.

Following closely behind,

A thicker, more powerful red ray struck straight at the gargoyle's mangled body.

In an instant, all the wound repair and limb reconstruction caused by the scarlet moonlight were completely shattered.

After that attack, the gargoyle remained motionless.

Even the blood slave fragments that had been writhing around them stopped moving.

Ronan walked toward the gargoyle, and after confirming that it was dead beyond any doubt, he paced back and forth among a pile of rubble.

His gaze swept downwards, occasionally rummaging through the pebbles to uncover the smaller ones that were covered by the larger stones above.

After fiddling with it for a while, he finally found what he was looking for: a badly damaged but still somewhat shaped stone ball.

This is the core of the gargoyle, and also an important material for submitting the quest proof of killing the gargoyle.

He hadn't forgotten his sole purpose for coming to the castle—to clean up the gargoyles.

Although there was a slight mishap along the way, it had absolutely no impact on Ronan, who judges success or failure solely by results.

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The result was so-so...

Okay, passed!

He turned to the three of them and said,

"I killed this guy, so I'll take the materials. Is that alright?"

The scene was completely silent.

It wasn't that they disagreed with his proposal, but rather that the three of them hadn't yet recovered from the shock.

"Of course, you can take the materials for these blood slaves yourselves, okay?"

Ronan felt that these disgusting things probably wouldn't sell for much money.

The three nodded blankly, muttering, "Okay, okay..."

"By the way, how much time is left?"

Ronan had already guessed that the time they kept asking about was the countdown to the group's return to the castle gate.

The crimson crystal brought them here for a limited time.

The female dwarf finally recovered a bit, took out a watch face from her bosom, and glanced at it.

"2 minutes..."

"Quick!" the female dwarf shouted to the other two as if waking from a dream, "There's no time! Get the materials quickly!"

After saying that, she went straight to the blood slave corpse in front of her.

After failing to tear it apart with his bare hands, he turned around, ran up to the orc, and slapped him across the face.

"What are you looking at? Get the hell out of here!"

The female dwarf grabbed the giant axe from the ground, and although it was unclear where she got the strength from, she almost stumbled and fell.

"Yes! Hurry!" The orc finally reacted, shouted twice, and found that he couldn't muster any strength at all.

So he immediately appealed to the gray elf for help, "Grayleaf, quickly cast a restoration ritual spell!"

The grey elf came to her senses, but she shook her head.

"You're out of magic power. Figure it out yourself."

"Magic?" Ronan noticed the word keenly and turned to look at the gray elf. "What's that?"

The grey elf paused, "You're asking me?"

"Otherwise what?" Ronan's head was practically filled with question marks. "Can't I ask?"

"With your strength, is it really necessary for you to ask me such a question?" The grey elf rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the sky. "So what if you killed a gargoyle? Trying to test me?"

"Or..." The grey elf thought of another possibility, her face flushing, "You want to seduce me?"

"What the hell?" Ronan was completely bewildered. "What are you talking about?"

"Magic is a type of energy that can exist within the body and is transformed from spiritual power. It is specifically used to cast ritual magic."

The grey elf said lazily, pursing her lips, "Are you satisfied now?"

Ronan was still processing the information in that sentence when he suddenly felt a force pulling him.

He knew the time had come.

In an instant, the four of them appeared at the entrance of the abandoned castle.

"No, no, no, my materials..." The female dwarf's wailing was heartbreaking because she hadn't taken all the materials.

The orc collapsed to the ground, finally able to catch his breath.

"If you have nothing better to do, you should pay more attention to the senior who harmed you, and be careful."

As they parted, the grey elf offered a reminder, seemingly genuinely concerned for Ronan's well-being.

Just as Ronan was about to give a proper explanation, she turned her head and said,

"By the way, if you ever need any help or have any missions in the future, feel free to contact our 408 team. We're quite famous within the academy!"

Squad 408... that sounds kind of familiar...

Isn't this the number of my adventurer party?

Ronan was immediately startled.

Looking up, I saw that the three had been gone for a long time and had disappeared without a trace.

No, they weren't referring to the Adventurers' Guild, but rather the Society.

What kind of organization is this?

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"Ye Zi, it's rare to see you care about someone so much, why don't you take the initiative and just express your feelings?"

Red Hammer, carrying a stack of valuable materials, asked Gray Leaf.

Gray Leaf remained silent, his eyes swirling with inexplicable emotions.

"I know, I know. When you truly like someone, no matter how outstanding you are, you will feel inferior in front of them."

Man Shi looked like a wise and experienced elder brother.

"Get out!" Red Hammer snapped angrily, then softened his tone and comforted her, "Don't be discouraged, there's always tomorrow..."

"Knowing that he's in the Secret Arts Academy, knowing his code name 'Red Star,' means we'll always run into him again."

Gray Leaf nodded, muttering, "It's a pity I didn't ask him his real name..."