Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Upon entering Claytam City, Dago gently turned another banyan tree ring on his hand, enveloping it in a faint magical aura.

He flew to the Silver Tower in one step without attracting anyone's attention.

Dargo has moved out of the Rose Inn. His popularity is simply too explosive. The incredible rise of a commoner wizard has attracted countless commoner wizards to come and visit him.

The Rose Inn became a sensation, attracting countless wizards who lingered nearby, and even Linda was interviewed by a keen wizard reporter about Dargo's exploits.

This forced him to move out of the hotel a few days ago and into the floating island in the sky closest to the top of the tower, which was his reward for winning first place this time.

Adhering to the principle of keeping a low profile in his work but being high-profile in his personal life, Dage did not flaunt his fame.

Dago climbed the spiral staircase of the Silver Tower, occasionally grabbing books that were flying around him and casually looking at them.

He had been living a very peaceful life in the Silver Tower these past few days. There were so many books here that even if an ordinary person read them non-stop for a hundred years, they still wouldn't be able to finish them all.

Living on the floating island, Dago was like a dry sponge, thirstily absorbing knowledge, and his whole being seemed to be constantly enriching and accumulating.

Reaching a point near the top of the tower, Dago brushed aside the densely packed books in front of him, lightly leaped from the steps into the air, and flew towards his own floating island.

Several ancient castles stand on the huge floating island, tended by many apprentice wizards who come and go. These are all hired by the Tower, without Dago having to pay a single magic stone.

Otherwise, Dago wouldn't have come to live here; how many magic stones would he need in a day!

He approached a castle with a large brass gate, and as he drew near, the old brass clasps on the gate boomed in praise: "Look who's back! Dago Heca, the most outstanding genius wizard in the history of the Thorn Ring, the future Holy Son of the Ring, the unparalleled figure who will lead the Silver Ages to new glory!"

"Shut up, Nat!"

Dago grabbed the old brass ring on the door, abruptly stopping his praise.

"If you continue to use this welcoming language in the future, then the garbage dump in Cletam City will be your best destination."

A moment later, a weak voice rang out.

"Welcome home, my great master."

Dago then released his grip, his face cold as he opened and closed the door.

"Bang!"

Dago's world fell silent.

The most distinctive feature of the Sky Island is that it is filled with alchemical artifacts like this brass lock. Each one is usually inhabited by an ancient spirit, said to be left behind by wizards from their magical experiments in the tower.

These objects, which seal souls, are somewhat similar to the magical creations of Harry Potter in Dargo's previous life. Sometimes they can indeed provide a lot of convenience, but sometimes they also leave Dargo feeling particularly speechless and troubled.

Dargo walked into the top room of the castle, where a spherical space appeared before him. It wasn't large, and there was no bed. The wizards of the floating island had almost tacitly accepted meditation as a substitute for sleep.

A huge crystal floor-to-ceiling window faces the door, and sunlight streams in from the outside, revealing the massive magic circle sphere at the top of the Silver Tower, as well as the drifting clouds and gentle breeze in the sky.

There was a small desk by the window, piled with all sorts of wizarding books, and then a soft leather boss chair where one could lie down and take a nap.

This is Dago's current main living room, with the washroom, meditation room, and laboratory on the side, accessible through runic secret doors.

Dago stood for a while at the entrance where there was a cleaning rune array to remove the mixed smells and dust from his body. He walked to the French windows, opened a small hole in the window, and then sat down at the desk.

He took out the bell and dagger he had obtained from the secret garden from his storage ring and placed them in front of him.

Dago was the first to pick up the dagger on the table. The dagger was made of a material similar to the crystal material of a mirror. It had a metallic feel in his hand, but it felt like it was constantly flowing, as if the mirror was constantly refracting the light in the air.

He probed the dagger with his spiritual power and found that it was enchanted by only one rune, which was quite mysterious.

After thinking for a moment, he slightly activated the effect of the rune. After the rune was activated, the dagger's mirror-like blade flashed with light, and a faint spatial energy fluctuation emanated from it.

Dago gripped the dagger and tried to lightly slice through the air in front of him, but there was no reaction.

So he aimed the tip of the knife at a quill pen on the table, and before cutting, Dargo was mentally prepared for whatever might happen.

He anticipated that the quill pen would break off silently, potentially also damaging the table beneath it, or even the brick floor below, but in the end...

"Pop!~~"

The gleaming silver dagger landed lightly on the quill pen, and with a soft, crisp sound, the pen vanished into thin air.

Immediately afterwards, "thud!" came the sound of something falling to the ground behind Dago.

He turned his head and saw a quill pen floating gently and perfectly intact on the floor behind him before slowly coming to a stop.

"Spatial teleportation?"

Dago blinked, never expecting such an effect. He then tested it twice with other objects and found that the enchantment inside the mirror-shaped dagger was indeed a small spatial teleportation rune.

As long as its dagger hits anything, it can cause spatial teleportation to that object.

Furthermore, the size of the teleported object and the distance of each teleportation seem to be related to the intensity of the mental energy injected by the user, as well as the rune channeling time.

Dago looked at the dagger in his hand, a look of bewilderment on his face.

He put down the dagger and picked up another magical artifact, a bell. The runes enchanted on its inner wall were also something Dago had never seen before. The mystery of the runes was similar to that of the dagger, but the two were completely different, so the possibility that it was also a space teleportation rune could be ruled out.

Slightly activating the runes within, a faint spatial energy fluctuation was emitted. Dago, holding the bell, first aimed it at the air, as usual.

The bell rang softly, and then, Dago watched as several pale silver lights shot out from the bell in his hand. The silver light shot out and silently cut several smooth "slits" in the air, revealing a colorful blackness behind the slits—the spirit world.

Dago stared at the silver comb in his hand and the dagger on the table, remaining silent for a long time.

The thing that looks like a dagger is actually a small teleportation device, and the thing that looks like a bell is actually a weapon for killing enemies.

"What exactly are they after?"

Dago really wanted to ask the garden owner something: Why can't you give something the function it's supposed to have?

"Is this the twisted sense of humor of powerful wizards?"

Dago suppressed his speechlessness, his interest quickly piqued by the runes within the two magical artifacts.

In any case, the effects of these two magical implements met his expectations.

Whether it's spatial teleportation or spatial magic attacks formed from spatial energy, if they can be deciphered or utilized, their benefits to him will be immense.

"If either of these two runes were integrated into my existing sign system, my combat power would undergo a qualitative change."

A strange light gleamed in Dago's eyes; the brain region he had developed after taking five bottles of "Solomon's Blessing" was his reliance.

"The [Prism] sign still has many areas for improvement and upgrades, and the research on the runes of the Dream Orb cannot be neglected. We're in for a busy time ahead!"

Dago silently made plans for himself.