Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"It's a pleasure to meet you again."

The silver-haired witch Emily stood five meters away from Dagger's tent and gave him a brief greeting.

The sound seemed not to travel through the air, but rather to be projected directly onto Dago's eardrums through some kind of mental vibration.

The elemental particles around her were arranged in an unusually neat manner, forming a repulsive force field that was difficult to see with the naked eye, keeping the surrounding turbid dust out.

Dago looked at her calmly, a faint blue light flashing deep in his eyes.

He began, "Good afternoon. Could you tell me how you found me?"

He had only been in the area where he had set up the tent for less than five minutes.

The fact that the Jade Court had actually come knocking on his door meant that his defenses were completely ineffective against detection from a higher dimension.

"This place isn't actually that big, and we have prophetic guidance."

The silver-haired witch answered, her tone carrying a hint of pride.

Dago frowned. Even though the silver-haired wizard of the Emerald Court was impeccably respected by all sides, he still inadvertently displayed a subtle sense of superiority.

That is the condescending gaze ingrained in the bones of a higher civilization when facing a lower civilization; it is the natural suppression of those who come after by the pioneers who have grasped a higher truth.

However, considering that the other party is at the third ring level while he is at the second ring level, and that the Emerald Court is a wizarding empire from the central region, this inherent sense of superiority seems justified.

In the wizarding world, the depth of truth determines the rigidity of one's stance.

Perhaps it's time to practice the [Arcane Divination] spell, which I obtained from the Mechanical Heart, more often.

I must master the art of manipulating causal relationships; otherwise, before these colossal entities, I would be like someone walking naked through a thicket of thorns.

Dagger, after considering the matter, did not refuse the silver-haired witch's invitation and readily followed her.

Just as he had guessed, the silver-haired witch led him straight to the innermost area.

The concentration of elements in the air begins to rise exponentially, and with each step forward, the radiation pressure on the body increases.

With the silver-haired witch leading the way, Dargo did not receive the same treatment as the yellow giant bat witch before him.

But he, a second-circle wizard, suddenly barged into the territory of third-circle wizards, and even walked with the Emerald Court wizards, who were quite mysterious to most southern wizards.

It's like a lone wolf wandering into a pack's territory, appearing out of place and fraught with danger.

Along the way, they inevitably faced mental probing from many Southern Third Ring Wizards.

Those spiritual forces, like cold tentacles, swept across his body without restraint, attempting to dissect his bloodline, soul, and even internal organ structure.

The feeling was as if a pair of eyes were constantly staring at you, scrutinizing you with an anatomical sense of both judgment and greed.

Dago composed himself, and the Blue Demon Body on his body trembled slightly, isolating him from the malicious probing and maintaining his dignity as a wizard.

Walking all the way to the innermost part of the Third Ring Wizarding Area, Dago saw a beautiful meadow.

This is an ecological anomaly that violates the laws of nature.

It was late autumn, and the vegetation on the surrounding hills and plains had all turned yellow and withered.

The lawn in front of him, however, was so lush that it resembled the season between spring and summer.

Each blade of grass exudes vitality, and what flows in its veins is not sap, but liquefied wood elemental energy.

Dago could sense a strange power surrounding the area, like a huge and ancient mysterious magic circle.

This magic array continuously pulls the free energy particles in the sky down, forming an energy funnel that is visible to the naked eye.

As if gathering some kind of power, the entire ancient magic circle was gradually "awakening".

Like a colossal beast that has slumbered for millennia, opening its gaping maw to devour the heavens and earth, preparing to welcome the impending gluttonous feast.

The residences of the Emerald Court are located on the edge of the magic circle; they are not spatial tents, but rather several uniquely designed cottages.

Each hut was guarded by a three-ringed wizard dressed in the moon-white robes that were the hallmark of the Emerald Court.

They were expressionless, with empty yet sharp eyes, clearly "war wizards" who had undergone special modifications, weapons existing for killing and protection.

The silver-haired witch Emily led Dargo to the largest and most beautiful little house in the middle and stopped in front of him, saying, "Prince Michael is waiting for you inside."

Dago nodded, and the moment his fingers touched the door, a faint spatial fluctuation emanated from his fingertips.

Push open the door and enter the small house.

The moment I stepped into the cabin, the rules of the space before me were violently distorted and rearranged.

The limited physical space outside is infinitely stretched; this is an advanced "solidified space expansion technology".

A series of shifting lights and shadows appeared before him, and what lay before him was an enormous and magnificent palace.

This is not just luxury, but a blatant display of the power of the wizarding industry.

Sixteen platinum metal pillars surround and support the entire hall, each pillar engraved with tens of thousands of tiny runes to maintain the stability of this subspace.

A beam of light descends from the dome, which is painted with the sun, moon, stars, forests, and rivers. It is not natural light, but a luminous light source that simulates the spectrum of stars, capable of nourishing the soul.

Beneath my feet were beautiful and expensive translucent white crystal bricks, beneath which flowed liquid magic, pulsating like blood vessels.

Directly opposite Dago is a long red table made of emberwood grown in the lava plane, radiating a constant high-temperature force field.

At the end of the long table, above the ten-ring staircase, a blonde woman in an elegant long dress was quietly watching him.

She sat there, like the absolute core of this subspace, with all the rules revolving around her.

Dago stopped in his tracks, narrowed his eyes, activated his deep perception, and scrutinized the legendary Princess Michael of the Emerald Court before him.

She was a very beautiful woman with beautiful golden hair like the morning sun and lake-green eyes.

Skin that is as white, delicate, and radiant as milk or jade is a sign that cell activity has reached its peak and has even begun to exhibit elemental characteristics.

She seemed to be surrounded by a dazzling aura, a manifestation of her powerful life magnetic field interfering with the material world.

It can make anyone who tries to look up at her feel the urge to bow down; this is the instinctive fear and submission of lower-dimensional beings when facing higher-dimensional life.

Of all the people Dago knew, Undine, the mistress of the Silver Tower in the Thorn Ring, was the woman with the most noble air he had ever met.

Undine's nobility stems from the accumulation of wisdom and the wisdom gained over the years.

But compared to the blonde woman in front of her, she was no less beautiful.

Michael's nobility stems from the domineering power deep within his bloodline, from the crushing influence of the "born king" class.

The blonde woman stood in the bright white light, exuding an aura of inviolable purity and nobility, calmly looking at Dago.

It's like the Creator is examining a slightly stronger ant.

"Aren't you going to sit down, Your Excellency Dago?"

Michael's voice came from the end of the hall, echoing with a melodious yet chilling sound like ice crystals colliding.

"No need."

Dago shook his head, and a mental barrier instantly formed within his body, negating the invisible mental pressure.

He felt a little uncomfortable. This woman was too domineering. Standing there, he felt suppressed from the inside out.

This suppression is not simply a matter of magical power, but rather stems from the profound deterrent effect of the vast empire behind the opponent.

Michael didn't say anything about Dago's deliberate distance; she was used to being respected and to being in control.

She said directly, "Thank you for everything you've done for Ginya. Tell me your request, and I will do my best to fulfill it."

This is a transaction, an exchange of favors and values.

In her eyes, everything has a price.

"Genia is my friend, and I never expected anything in return."

Dago answered, his voice steady and neither humble nor arrogant.

This was his true thought: in the world of wizards, only by maintaining an independent personality can one be qualified to pursue the truth.

"It's not just because of Ginia."

Michael seemed to have anticipated Dago's rejection, and a glint of "appreciation" flashed in his lake-green eyes, like a hunter discovering rare prey.

She said calmly, "And you, I'm equally interested in you."

"Um?!"

Dago was stunned by Michael's words and subconsciously touched his cheek.

He was pondering what he possessed that this privileged young woman could covet.

Michael, standing on the steps, noticed his subtle movements and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

He said calmly, "What I mean is, I'm inviting you to join the royal court."

"Join the royal court?!"

Dago slowly lowered his hand, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, his mind racing as he assessed the risks and opportunities behind the proposal.

"You come from the Thorn Ring."

Michael calmly said, "You should know that the Thorn Ring originated from the Omnipotent Ring in the central part of the Upper Ring Continent."

"It's quite a coincidence that the Omnipotent Ring is one of the pillars of our Mara Empire, and the Emerald Court and the wizards of the Omnipotent Ring have always been on good terms."

"If you come with me to the central region, I can personally recommend you for entry into the Omnipotent Dharma Circle, at least as a core member."