Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Your Highness, this one..."

"friend!"

The silver-haired witch Emily walked up from behind, puzzled. Before she could finish speaking, Ginya quickly answered.

The sound was crisp and clear, carrying an undisguised sense of protectiveness.

"An old friend I haven't seen in a long time."

Ginya emphasized earnestly, then glanced at Dago somewhat shyly.

She wasn't sure if Dago also considered her a friend.

After all, the path of a wizard is destined to be lonely.

This is what is known as "truth goes its own way."

Time and distance are enough to wash away most ordinary emotional connections.

However, judging from his previous act of saving her, it must count, right?

Looking at Ginya, who was just as innocent and pure as he remembered, Dago's mood inexplicably improved.

He saw no repulsive scheming in those emerald green eyes.

I also didn't see any greed or covetousness for power.

Pure joy.

In the treacherous wizarding world, such emotions are as rare as a pure, unpolluted magic stone.

Although, in rational judgment, such naiveté often means a short life.

Or, it could mean that there is an extremely powerful protective umbrella behind it, enough to shield it from the malice of the world.

He smiled and nodded, then calmly said to the silver-haired witch, "I come from the Thorn Ring, you..."

His gaze swept over the white ring and tender leaf crown pattern on the silver-haired witch's chest, the meaning of which was self-evident.

The tentacles of spiritual power extended silently.

He sensed a subtle yet immense fluctuation of life energy on that badge.

That was the aura of rules that only large wizarding organizations could solidify onto their tokens.

"The Thorn Ring?"

The silver-haired wizard pondered for a moment, a glint of data retrieval flashing in his eyes.

He then bowed solemnly to Dago and said, "We are from the Emerald Court. In any case, we thank you for saving our princess..."

"【Jade Court】"

Upon hearing the silver-haired witch introduce herself, Dago's eyes flickered slightly.

The memory database deep within the brain is operating at high speed.

Search keywords: jade, royal court, plant system, southern region.

He had never heard of the name of this force.

Before leaving the Silver Ring, Undine gave him a list of the major wizarding factions in the south.

The organization "Jade Court" was not among them.

But this does not mean that the other party is weak.

Conversely, the unknown often implies deeper dangers.

Dago's gaze swept subtly over the other two wizards.

The life magnetic field is stable, and the magical energy circulation is precise.

The opponent was able to send out three third-ring wizards to act as "guards" in one go, and they were all very young.

This represents an astonishing capacity for generating revenue and a vast reserve of resources.

The power and resources of this force must be very strong.

It may even involve some hidden ancient traditions or interdimensional colonization.

"Could it be a wizarding force from outside the south?"

Dargo thought to himself, but outwardly showed the same politeness to the silver-haired witch.

This is a necessary form of social pretense.

It is also the optimal solution to reduce the risk of potential conflict.

"I just did what I was supposed to do... Ginya is a very good friend of mine, and she has helped me a lot in the past."

This is the truth.

The consequences of our actions during our time of weakness are now being repaid.

Equivalent exchange is the cornerstone for wizards to manipulate the rules and a principle for handling interpersonal relationships.

"By the way, have you switched to metal-based magic now?"

After Dago finished exchanging pleasantries with the silver-haired witch, Ginya couldn't wait to come up and talk to Dago.

She was unaware of the scrutiny and assessment that permeated the air.

Her eyes were filled with curiosity about Dargo, something that was quite unusual for a young witch who had spent most of her life meditating and practicing.

Dargo was indeed one of her few "old friends" to some extent.

"I have collected many powerful energy runes, as well as first to third-tier energy spells, and I was hoping to give them to you when I see you again someday."

As she spoke, she even tried to rummage through her personal belongings.

Ginya looked at the silvery-white metal flowing like mercury around Dago and sighed softly, "Now it seems you can no longer use it."

Just as Dagger was about to answer, a cold, hard voice cut in.

"Your Highness, I think we should leave now."

The young wizard Fink, who was the first to rush up, walked up to Ginya.

The energy particles on his body are in a state of active agitation.

That's a sign that you're ready to cast a spell at any time.

He coldly tossed a few items in front of Dago and said in an icy tone, "As for this... thank you for everything you've done for the princess."

Whatever your motives, this ends here. Please leave as soon as possible.

The objects traced parabolic arcs through the air before landing on the ground covered in metallic dust.

It makes a crisp sound.

Dago glanced at the few items that the young wizard had thrown in front of him, which were clearly magical tools and equipment.

A ring inlaid with a low-level wind element gem.

Two bottles of recovery potions with a cheap, magical sheen.

There is also a charm that is only engraved with basic defensive runes.

If this had happened a few years ago, it might have been a windfall.

But now, in Dago’s eyes of truth, these things are full of crude impurities and inferior craftsmanship.

It's just a pile of worthless garbage.

It was less a reward and more a humiliation.

It was like leftovers given to a beggar.

Dago frowned slightly and squinted at Fink, the young wizard who had been hostile to him since he appeared.

The Eye of Truth scans instantly.

With a bone age of around 25, he is an early-stage Level 3 Wizard with unstable energy, most likely a hothouse flower whose advancement was achieved through medication.

Dago mentally labeled the other party as "low threat".

The latter met his gaze without a care, his cold eyes filled with a condescending air that Dago hadn't seen in a long time.

That's the arrogance that comes with power and status.

This is also a typical example of the fearlessness of the ignorant.

"Fink".

The silver-haired witch standing nearby voiced her displeasure, "Aren't you going too far?"

She clearly understood better the value of Dargo's metal manipulation technique.

Making an enemy of an unknown powerful figure is an unwise act.

Ginya was clearly angered by the young wizard's attitude. Her chest heaved as she gritted her teeth and said, "Fink, you...you must apologize to Dago!"

The girl's anger was straightforward.

It's like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

"Apologize? What did I do wrong?"

The young wizard Fink glanced at the silver-haired witch, then looked at Ginya, and calmly said, "You have just become a princess, and your strength is still weak. At this time, anyone with ill intentions who tries to approach you under any pretext may appear."

He paused, then slightly raised his staff, the tip of which was faintly aimed at Dago.

"Even if His Highness Michael knew about this, he would definitely support my actions."

He's leveraging the momentum.

Using that so-called "Prince Michael" to intimidate people.

A classic case of someone borrowing the tiger's power.

But in the wizarding world, only one's own power is the eternal truth.

"I told you, Dago is my friend!"

"Yes, before this, we encountered at least eight guys who claimed to be your friends without your knowledge. In the end, under the power of Truth Words, heh heh."

Fink didn't continue, but just glanced at Dago with a cold smile.

His eyes were filled with a malicious intent.

It's as if Dagger is also the kind of opportunist who fawns over the powerful and wealthy.

Even a wizard with ulterior motives.

If Dago makes any unusual move, he will not hesitate to launch an attack in the name of "protecting the princess".

"you!"

Ginya was so angry she couldn't speak.

Despite her noble status, she seemed to lack sufficient intimidation in the face of these guards.

This is the tragedy of power not matching status.

It was also the prototype of a puppet.

Dargo watched this farce unfold with cold indifference.

He was calculating.

Calculate how many microseconds it would take to kill this idiot named Fink if we acted now.

Calculate the silver-haired witch's reaction speed.

Calculate the risk-benefit ratio of this behavior for subsequent plans.

As long as the profits are sufficient, he doesn't mind having one more corpse on the ground.

But at that moment, "Boom!"

The earth was trembling.

That was the physical shockwave generated when an object with a mass of hundreds of tons struck the ground.

A tremendous roar came from afar, drawing the attention of everyone on the field.

Metal particles in the air began to escape frantically.

It was as if I sensed the arrival of some terrifying being.

Dagger looked in the direction of the sound and immediately spotted the enormous magic box that had been chasing him.

Those two thick, golden short legs crushed one abandoned building after another, causing them to collapse like building blocks.

The groans of twisted steel echoed through the sky.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Before rescuing Ginya, Dago had already stored Brontë III in his spatial ring.

However, judging from its headless, destructive behavior, it seems it's no longer after Dago.

It is angry.

The rage of not being able to find a target.

He is now wandering only on instinct, and it is clear that Brontë III has always been the one who has attracted the hatred of the Box Monster.

"This is."

The silver-haired witch's face turned deathly pale instantly.

The terrifying pressure that swept over her, even from a distance, caused ripples in her mental space.

This is suppression at the level of life itself.

Since the Box Monster was brought out by Dago, he naturally wouldn't be surprised.

He even analyzed the Box Monster's movement patterns to deduce the operating mode of its internal power core.

On the other hand, Ginya and her group were seeing the strangely shaped and ridiculously large Box Monster for the first time, and their faces were all filled with utter shock.

That physique, that energy response.

This has exceeded their understanding of conventional Warcraft.

Especially for Ginya, she had almost forgotten that she was angry just a second ago, and her attention was now completely drawn to the Box Monster.